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[RESOURCES - 3 1 2 6 2, success.]
I’ve got about a month of matches left. Would any of you happen to have any ideas for getting fire after they run out? Like, that drill thing they used to make in Saracen, or somewhere with flint so I could strike sparks with my pocketknife?
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[STRESS - 3 1 4 5 5, failure.]
The happiest I was in my life was when I was with you guys.
Everything since then has been downhill.
[NEED - SPOTTED: 1 1 3 3 6. Success, thanks to critting an Attention roll last time I was doing things and picking up (in) Over your Head from it.]
I’m hearing that you want us to have the old relationship dynamics. That you want to have a marvelous adventure with all of us in our old roles. Have I understood you properly?
Yeah, but...
That’s impossible, isn’t it?
[STRESS - 3 1 4 5 5, failure.]
The happiest I was in my life was when I was with you guys.
Everything since then has been downhill.
OOC: on a pissed-off Attaris
The thing about Attaris is that she’s based off what I would have been, if I hadn’t properly processed the falling-out of an old social group I used to be in.
She hasn’t moved on. I know she knew the others didn’t like each other, but I don’t think she knew the scope of the problem until she was stuck on the island with the others, and by then she couldn’t possibly escape from it.
Not without admitting her failure, at the very least.
So she’s stuck desperately trying to paste this group back together because it’s part of her identity, part of her reason for being, that she’s The Leader Of The Seven. And that’s where all the trouble comes from. She perceives every disagreement as an attack on that identity. So it’s very easy to get to her, you see.
Can she let go? Maybe. But it will take a full Arc, and there’s a long time between here and there for her to stray from the path.
[EXPLORATION - 1 5 1 5 5, crit success!]
STORY: So I was diving, along the reef near Arkand, where the clams were. There were still no clams.
I was going to just give up and go hike further counterclockwise around the coast, and packing up my things to that effect, when I was accosted by a teenage boy, dressed as the Arkandians are, with a basket full of -
Clams?
“What the hell,” I said. Terrible introduction on my part, but I’ll fix that. “Uh. I’m... Attaris. I was just going to leave, actually...”
“I am Kuro. I’ve heard of you,” he said. “The one who could speak to the spirits of the air.”
“Yeah, but they don’t listen to me,” I said, drily.
“No matter. Were you looking for something?”
“Yeah. Uh, where the hell did the clams go?”
“They’re in my basket,” he said, grinning.
“Yeah, but where did you get them from? I can’t find any out here.” I would roll my eyes, but that’s not how I was taught to talk to strangers; better to be nice until you actually know them.
(And better to be pissed off once you do know them? I think, automatically. I tell that thought to shut the hell up.)
“We’re keeping pools inland, to hide them from the tideclouds.”
“...Tideclouds.” Curiouser and curiouser.
“You haven’t been here? They started six years ago. A cloud of red would wash in with the tide, and poison and sicken the clams that it touched. It happens on the full moon.”
As it so happens, I haven’t been looking at the tide during the full moon.
“So,” he continued, “we decided to move them inland. We gathered all the clams we could, and put them in a pool we dug below our spring.”
Right.
“Would you know anything else about these... tideclouds?”
“No,” he said, “but I could take you to someone who knows more.”
“Lead on,” I said, and hauled my pack over my shoulder.
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Aright. You’re all crazy. That means I must be crazy too. Fine.
The impulse to drag you all to this island was emotional and rash and stupid. But it’s already happened. So now we may as well figure out how to live with ourselves.
I, for one, am going to dunk myself in the lake for a while and see what the hell happened with aforementioned clams.
Yeah, let me try being honest and then have someone poke me where it hurts. Great job, Attaris. You really thought that one through.
[ANGER - 4 1 2 5 3, crit failure.]
Damn it! I had ten bucks on your taking all of this without complaint.
You know Ariel thinks about gambling the way you do about magic, right?
[ANGER - 4 1 2 5 3, crit failure.]
Why the hell did I bring you guys here anyway?
Like –
I care about all of you guys, and you return it by…
By ranting at each other about how you hate being on the same island all the time. By the fact that you constantly spar with each other about how things will go. By telling me that I am doing everything wrong, and that though you like me you don’t like anything I do - yes, Kaveri, I’m talking to you here - and you seriously expect me to just take all of this without complaint?
Yeah, sure, you thanked me when I told you that I thought I could find my way back. But the second I got three of you together, the yelling started. There’s been nary a word of thanks, much less any actual attempts from you folk to give a shit about each other.
And you can tell me I’m doing just fine all you like, but none of it’s showing, not with how you talk to each other.
I feel unappreciated, is what it is.
I mean, maybe it’s my fault, because most people would not pin their self-worth on how loudly six other frenemies bother to be more “friend” than “enemy”. And maybe I have picked the stupidest hill on the entire island to die on. But I want to fix this, and it’s not happening, so obviously I am frustrated.
There. Now you can tear me down for that, if you like. See if I care.
On the one hand, I’m sorry you’re upset. You almost did something wonderful once for me, and if I could fix things for you, I would. On the other hand… appreciation? Really? You’re doing all this to be _appreciated_? I guess what I’d like to know is… why us? You’ve met other people in your life. Why HAVE you picked this hill to die on? Why does it matter if we like each other or not?
What, did the notion that I might like you guys specifically, and value your opinions specifically, never cross your mind?
[Not Up For This: 4 1 6 4 6, failure.]
You know, fuck this. I’ll come back later and see if you’ve posted anything indicative of the notion that you might have an actual brain.
You’ve never liked anybody else but us? Never valued any opinions but ours? And I’ll note: you don’t come across as ‘valuing our opinions’. You seem to find our opinions infuriating or even abhorrent. I asked a reasonable question : why are you so fixated on returning to this point in your life (and taking us with you) and you act like I’m an idiot, to such a degree that I feel pretty much done.
Then why’d you come with me!?
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fyi still beeing
...Well played.
Why the hell did I bring you guys here anyway?
Like –
I care about all of you guys, and you return it by…
By ranting at each other about how you hate being on the same island all the time. By the fact that you constantly spar with each other about how things will go. By telling me that I am doing everything wrong, and that though you like me you don’t like anything I do - yes, Kaveri, I’m talking to you here - and you seriously expect me to just take all of this without complaint?
Yeah, sure, you thanked me when I told you that I thought I could find my way back. But the second I got three of you together, the yelling started. There’s been nary a word of thanks, much less any actual attempts from you folk to give a shit about each other.
And you can tell me I’m doing just fine all you like, but none of it’s showing, not with how you talk to each other.
I feel unappreciated, is what it is.
I mean, maybe it’s my fault, because most people would not pin their self-worth on how loudly six other frenemies bother to be more “friend” than “enemy”. And maybe I have picked the stupidest hill on the entire island to die on. But I want to fix this, and it’s not happening, so obviously I am frustrated.
There. Now you can tear me down for that, if you like. See if I care.
On the one hand, I’m sorry you’re upset. You almost did something wonderful once for me, and if I could fix things for you, I would. On the other hand… appreciation? Really? You’re doing all this to be _appreciated_? I guess what I’d like to know is… why us? You’ve met other people in your life. Why HAVE you picked this hill to die on? Why does it matter if we like each other or not?
What, did the notion that I might like you guys specifically, and value your opinions specifically, never cross your mind?
[Not Up For This: 4 1 6 4 6, failure.]
You know, fuck this. I’ll come back later and see if you’ve posted anything indicative of the notion that you might have an actual brain.
[Strong Feelings: 2 5 1 1 3, success.]
I feel like -
I like you guys. I want you guys to be successful and happy, and because I would prefer not to be stretched in six directions at once, I want you guys to be successful and happy together.
I don’t know, maybe appreciation’s the wrong word for that.
And it hurts when that doesn’t happen. I don’t know if it’s your fault, or if it’s actually my fault for having the wrong expectations.
I just want everyone to get along. :/
STORY: Facepalm. Facepalm. Facepalm.
Why the hell did I bring you guys here anyway?
Like –
I care about all of you guys, and you return it by…
By ranting at each other about how you hate being on the same island all the time. By the fact that you constantly spar with each other about how things will go. By telling me that I am doing everything wrong, and that though you like me you don’t like anything I do - yes, Kaveri, I’m talking to you here - and you seriously expect me to just take all of this without complaint?
Yeah, sure, you thanked me when I told you that I thought I could find my way back. But the second I got three of you together, the yelling started. There’s been nary a word of thanks, much less any actual attempts from you folk to give a shit about each other.
And you can tell me I’m doing just fine all you like, but none of it’s showing, not with how you talk to each other.
I feel unappreciated, is what it is.
I mean, maybe it’s my fault, because most people would not pin their self-worth on how loudly six other frenemies bother to be more “friend” than “enemy”. And maybe I have picked the stupidest hill on the entire island to die on. But I want to fix this, and it’s not happening, so obviously I am frustrated.
There. Now you can tear me down for that, if you like. See if I care.
On the one hand, I’m sorry you’re upset. You almost did something wonderful once for me, and if I could fix things for you, I would. On the other hand… appreciation? Really? You’re doing all this to be _appreciated_? I guess what I’d like to know is… why us? You’ve met other people in your life. Why HAVE you picked this hill to die on? Why does it matter if we like each other or not?
What, did the notion that I might like you guys specifically, and value your opinions specifically, never cross your mind?
[Not Up For This: 4 1 6 4 6, failure.]
You know, fuck this. I’ll come back later and see if you’ve posted anything indicative of the notion that you might have an actual brain.
Why the hell did I bring you guys here anyway?
Like --
I care about all of you guys, and you return it by...
By ranting at each other about how you hate being on the same island all the time. By the fact that you constantly spar with each other about how things will go. By telling me that I am doing everything wrong, and that though you like me you don’t like anything I do - yes, Kaveri, I’m talking to you here - and you seriously expect me to just take all of this without complaint?
Yeah, sure, you thanked me when I told you that I thought I could find my way back. But the second I got three of you together, the yelling started. There’s been nary a word of thanks, much less any actual attempts from you folk to give a shit about each other.
And you can tell me I’m doing just fine all you like, but none of it’s showing, not with how you talk to each other.
I feel unappreciated, is what it is.
I mean, maybe it’s my fault, because most people would not pin their self-worth on how loudly six other frenemies bother to be more “friend” than “enemy”. And maybe I have picked the stupidest hill on the entire island to die on. But I want to fix this, and it’s not happening, so obviously I am frustrated.
There. Now you can tear me down for that, if you like. See if I care.
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Further Hiking
I pull some leaves off the plants that are good for eating and walk on, chewing. Clouds gather to the west. I wonder what that scent on the wind means.
[EXPLORATION - 5 5 4 1 4, failure]
...Oh god, not the rain again.
I crouch underneath a great spreading tree, drape my cloak over some branches and ask it politely to shed water to the sides, and wait for the skies to clear.
Maybe I’ll go back to exploring later.
For now, I blog.
Magic’s Price
Magic could corrupt you by making you imagine that you can do something about something you can’t do anything about, or, at least, that you shouldn’t.
Not using magic could just as well corrupt you by making you imagine that you are helpless in the face of something that you could quite easily change, if only you knew how.
