✵ [March Catchall] It’s never too late to become who you want to be.

[cantgetanyworse]

🧙 WHO: Jane Porter (cantgetanyworse), Thanatos (inevitablerest), Poison (writtendestiny), Red Wine (judgementor), & Mogget (themogget)... and perhaps you.
⚔️️ WHAT: TDM things, quests, general prompts, closed prompts for March. Drop me a prompt to answer if you like!
🕒 WHEN: Through March
🗺️ WHERE: Noted in prompts.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Warned where required.


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✵ Jane Porter

[cantgetanyworse]

Tent Solution | OTA

[cantgetanyworse]

Keep your eyes on the ground now, remember! You can't look up at all!

[Jane leads a small group of giggling children around as they finish setting up a tented space to keep the imposing view of the sky at bay. At first they had been reluctant, but she had made it into a game where they could only look at their feet while they raised their arms above their heads and fumbled with pegs and ties and pieces of cloth, at it seemed to be a hit overall. They were only small, though, for the most part, so need her help to reach up and tie things off.

One of the rope loops proves a little too high to reach, and she plants her hand on her hip as the youngsters push pegs into the ground. She casts her gaze around, lips slightly pursed, and her attention zeroes in on a bystander (or passer-by, just trying to mind their own business).]

Oh, excuse me! Can you reach up here? Or... help me reach up here?

[doctorintern]

...Huh?

[ Fenton pauses mid-step as the voice calls out, and as he glances up to where she's indicating, he hesitates a moment. ]

Oh, uh... [ The problem isn't even that he is, in fact, not much taller than most of the children. He actually does have a way to reach it, but...how to do so without giving too much of himself away? ]

[cantgetanyworse]

Oh, it's fine if you can't! It's just... I can't tell by looking who might have kinetic magic.

[And she isn't going to assume that someone not much taller than the kids she's helping with isn't going to be able to do something about this problem. Maybe there's someone else..?]

So sorry to bother you, sir.

Gen Prompt | Broceliande | OTA

[cantgetanyworse]

This is really where Bargaining magic would come in handy... [Jane mutters to herself as she stands near the edge of the Broceliande, tapping the end of a pencil against her lip. Tracking down where fairy vellela might be found would be a far easier thing to do if she could ask a friendly fae where they might be found. They might even lead her to them!

The magic that she does have is of little use when it comes to tracking down the more difficult to find creatures of Avalon. Admittedly, even a person with animal magic might have been of some assistance here... but Jane is not really known for her skills in foresight when it comes to putting herself into difficult situations.

She does, though, hear the faint sound of a twig snapping in the midst of the soft bird calls and the sound of the wind rustling through the canopy overhead.]

H... hello?

[Jane clutches her notebook to her chest, peering in between the trees.]

Is someone there?

[wolfhunted]

[Robyn has been spending more time in Broceliande as a wolf than usual lately. People she's come to befriend in this world have disappeared one after the other, and though she at least has Merlyn to comfort her and remind her of home, she still can't help but feel lonely. Being a wolf helps to distance herself from those feelings, at least for a little while.

She wasn't planning on socializing right now, so when she steps on a twig and hears a voice immediately after, she freezes for a moment. But that voice does sound familiar...and she could use a little more familiarity right now. So she steps out of the brush, looking a little sheepish.]

[cantgetanyworse]

[A wolf!

Ah... but there's a certain intelligence about the eyes that reminds her of when she had found another friend out here in a canine shape. It's enough to make her pause, though she does know that running from an actual wolf would be unlikely to go well for her regardless.]

Erm...

[Instead of running, she crouches down slowly.]

Hey, there...

✵ Thanatos

[inevitablerest]

Tent Solution | OTA

[inevitablerest]

[At first it had been a simple matter of using kinetic magic to lift cloth across poles and frames already set up, and it was a mindless task that Thanatos was content to perform. What he hadn't counted on was the interest that the youngsters would have in him after the fact.

Maybe it was the peculiar colour of his skin when compared to those around him, or his height, or the silent and somber way in which he conducted himself, but Thanatos ends up with a small child sitting on each shoulder with their hands clasped into his hair, laughing each time he takes a few steps and they are jostled by the movement.

One of them slips, but is immediately stopped from falling not by magic, but by one broad hand pressed against their back.]

Careful.

[Sigh. He's never going to get anywhere with this... He turns his attention on to the nearest person who doesn't look quite busy enough.]

You. Take one of these, if you'd be so kind.

Gen Prompt | Loch Manor | OTA

[inevitablerest]

[He hadn't let a certain someone's occupation of Loch Manor dissuade him from frequently venturing there to bring some peace to the restless spirits within, and since that person's departure Thanatos' time in Loch Manor had felt far less oppressed.

Occasionally he ventures there to spend a morning or afternoon sitting quietly in one of the dusty rooms, speaking with the shades haunting the place. Some of them, the more violent ones, learned quickly to avoid him. Others simply enjoy speaking with someone who has such an intimate awareness of their state of being.

And sometimes - though rarely - one of them does want to move on, and Thanatos is more than happy to assist with this endeavour.

If anyone happens to be in the building at the same time as he is they might be able to follow the sound of a low voice murmuring and find the flickering light of a small lantern filtering around a half-open door. Or perhaps they find him heading there, or heading home instead. His aims are not quite so urgent that he can't pause to speak.]

[polterguide]

[They go to Loch Manor often enough - morbid as it is, it reminds them of home in a way. It's filled with the souls of the dead who can't move on anymore, and that's always something Bailey has found deeply sad, but... It's familiar. It's certainly far more familiar than anything they experienced in Aefenglom, and being able to do something similar to what they're doing before makes it feel like maybe they can actually make a difference.

It's not quite the same, of course. The magic here is so different from their natural abilities, but they'll take what they can get. And, really, it's easier to manage.

They're visiting the manor again when they hear someone talking - not exactly an unusual event, but Bailey is curious enough to follow the sound of his voice. They peek into the room, and the first thing they notice is Thanatos - someone who's very much alive. They debate whether they should leave him be or talk to him, before making up their mind and pressing in.]

Everything alright here?

[inevitablerest]

[The spirits alert him of someone else being in the manor long before they appear, though he doesn't give the thought much mind as he doesn't expect that whoever it is will interrupt him. As it happens, however...

Was he speaking too loudly? He studies the person in the doorway with a steady gaze, the silence before he answers stretching out for perhaps a fraction too long to still be comfortable. It's Thanatos' way, though, to remain quiet while he gets his thoughts in order.

Then he nods once, politely.]

Everything is fine.

[And he realises that he recognises this person as another death mage, but they have never spoken or given introductions to one another. The death mages who choose to spend time in Loch Manor have always seemed to be the kind of people who prefer to keep to themselves.]

The shade and I were just talking. Were we bothering you?

✵ Poison

[writtendestiny]

Farm-tastic Crops | OTA

[writtendestiny]

[Maybe Poison isn't someone you would expect to find doing something like this, given she lacks any kind of magic mentioned in the posting, but if there is one thing she does understand how to do with no direction needed it is simple hard labour.

Though, granted, it has been... a while since the young woman has needed to work this hard and the effort she puts in has her puffing audibly as she walks back and forth across the field. It wouldn't take much observing of her to realise that she has none of the magic that would be useful here, but she returns any curious stares with a challenging look of her own. Just ask her about it.

She does take breaks from the work in the fields but is never really resting. Without Technomancy she pokes about with one of the coal-fired machines, adding smudges of soot to the dirt already on her clothes, hands and forehead. There's nothing that could be said about her enthusiasm and focus, even as she sticks her arm deep inside the machine she's working on and then--

There's the loud hum of the thing starting, and a loud yelp of surprise.]

Gen Prompt | Alchemy Guild | OTA

[writtendestiny]

[It seems that working on Li Min's farm lands has given Poison some spur to make use of the space behind the Alchemy Guild. The area is surrounded by a low fence, and she keeps the gate open to make it easier to move in and out while she works. It's the right time of year for such things, she thinks, with the weather getting warmer even if it can still be somewhat damp.

So she scurries about outdoors, moving bags of heavy soil, leaning planks of wood up against the rear of the building, and sorting out a surprisingly large number of seed packets.

If she sees someone she knows she'd be happy to wave them in to join her, and anyone looking for something they can't find in the guild will need to come outside to ask (or find Horus, if he's around). Though, anyone who doesn't know her and is interested in some gardening or DIY - those plant beds do need building after all - is more than welcome to offer a hand. She might not even stare too sullenly while she tries to figure out if you're serious.]

hello alchemy frand.

[kingfuckboy]

[ JJ is good to help - anytime. She didn't have to ask, he liked the space at the guild so he decided to make use of it, especially with the warming weather and great improvements he's made in his green magic. He sees her navigating towards the garden carrying heavy things as he approaches. Seeing this, he takes the initiative to join in and help carry things with her. He doesn't say anything until he meets her in the back, setting down a bag of soil next to the others before getting to work. ]

It looks like I showed at the perfect time to lend a hand.

[ His smile is wide and bright when he sees her. Happy to see someone he considers a friend. ]

Raised beds back here, yeah? Fiancé and I built some at our place before winter, so I've made them before.

✵ Red Wine

[judgementor]

Our Neighbour Growboro | OTA

[judgementor]

I didn't come here when the mountain first collapsed. [Red Wine mutters to his companion as he steps over a recently dispatched undead and wipes the sticky blood (... or whatever it is) off the blade of his sabre. He shakes his head, wrinkling his nose slightly as he realises that his coat did not come out of that encounter entirely clean, and he lifts his hand to wipe lightly at the spots of dark liquid on the fabric before deciding, a moment before doing so, that perhaps it would be better not to bother.

He twirls his sword with a small flourish but doesn't sheathe it. The enemies here are numerous and no doubt the noise that they had just made would attract more.

One of his long, pointed ears twitches faintly in the direction of a sound, and he tilts his head towards it.]

What do you think, are you ready for another round?

😶

[fellsound]

( it is, perhaps, a good thing neither of them did. Century Egg is his customary self, walking a few steps behind Red Wine, his eyes scanning the horizon around them slowly as they make their way further into the area.

he's not sure what he thinks, but they've a job to do, and so thinking is secondary to taking orders.

the noise has Century Egg's head turning in time with Red Wine's, his body immediately shifting into a position that allows easy movement, easy ability to jump in front of Red Wine as necessary, his eyes shifting to view his companion. )

I won't let you down.

( at least, when it comes to battle, he never does. )

Gen Prompt | Paper Folding | OTA

[judgementor]

Here, then you fold-- there, that's it... like this.

[In the middle of one of the spaces where large tents and raised cloths have been set up to keep the unsettling view of the sky out of view while children play outside, a group of little ones have gathered around where a pale, dark-haired man with red eyes and pointed ears is sitting in the grass. He has a stack of paper set neatly beside him with a rock on the top to keep it from blowing away, and is leading the children through each step required to make their own paper into a paper crane.

One of the children holds up their slightly misshapen finished product triumphantly, and Red Wine smiles. Not quite a grin - he doesn't want those visibly sharp canine teeth of his to scare the kids - but the smile seems more than enough encouragement as a couple of others then begin to clamour for his opinion.]

All right, all right--! One at a time... We'll do rabbits next, how about that? [Then he laughs.] They're not easy! You're going to have to be very quiet and concentrate.

[Then he looks up, catching the eye of someone watching.]

Interested in joining us, stranger? I'm sure the kids won't mind.

✵ Mogget

[themogget]

Snow Laughing Matter | OTA

[themogget]

[You might expect that a cat would have little use in a situation where herding snowmen was concerned, but then one of said snowmen slides headlong into an invisible barrier that ripples brightly on impact. There is no one nearby who could have cast it - no person at least, but Mogget sits on the ground with the tip of his tail twitching from side to side.]

They're not very smart.

[Snowmen. What can you really expect?

The thing turns around to try and find another way to get to the front door of a house, but is immediately blocked by another of those glowing walls. It looks like he's left it with only one option, and that is to go in the opposite direction that it wants to.]

Honestly, I can sit here all day. If you want to melt, it's really up to you.

[He leaves the light magic barriers up... unfortunately it's very difficult to see them until you walk right into them.]

[wuf]

[ Razor is trying to be helpful with this quest. He's had a few successes but getting just one isn't enough so he is out and about to help corral more in and help navigate them towards the desired destination. Razor doesn't see the barriers, but he does see the talking cat, and he does see the snowman. Instead of walking towards the snowman, he stops near the cat and bends at the knee next to him - squatting and watching the scene. ]

Melting not bad idea.

[ It was just a snowman after all. ]

Can speed up with fire if need to.

Gen Prompt | Fishing | OTA

[themogget]

[Not far outside of New Camelot, by the river, there is a little white cat sitting on a rock not far away from the shore line. The fur across his shoulders is bristled up against the faint spray and splashes that keep landing on him, but his eyes are keenly fixed on the water. Anyone with a keen eye might be able to spot the tiny silver fish teeming beneath the water's surface, which are certainly holding the cat's attention far more than how damp his fur is getting.

A few minutes go by, then one small paw darts into the water and one of the fish is flipped up onto the rock with the cat. Immediately, he picks it up in his mouth and turns around, then stops and stares at whoever might be watching him from the bank.

Then, as the fish flips between his jaws, he bites down and renders it still while maintaining deliberate eye contact with the person observing him.

... What?]

[pricklybloom]

[ Honestly, Amy had just meant to pass by on her way back towards the Red Springs, but the flash of white caught her attention, and seeing the familiar feline had her pause a moment. She didn't say anything at first as she watched him fish, and though the unbroken eye contact was a bit...weird, she managed to shrug it off. ]

Having fun?