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TDM 008


content warnings for this TDM include: gambling references, mild horror themes and suggestive content


⏵ arrival⏴

Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. Newcomers generally find themselves waking up within the hospital, are given a brief overview of their situation, and sent on their way. Now? They wake up immersed in a game within The Gold Saucer. But it doesn't quite feel like a game: whether it's snowy mountains, riding a chocobo as you listened to the wind quickly pass by your ears, or in the middle of a battle with a beast, it feels utterly real.

It's only after the game concludes - either by winning or losing - that you find yourself back in the main game area. A bot, dressed as personnel in this lavish playground, approaches each arrival with an earpiece allowing them to communicate with those in their same situation. It also serves to inform them of their goal: collect enough gold saucer points (or GP) by playing the games to acquire a card fashioned to their own likeness from the game counter. Then, they must trade it for someone else's. Seems simple enough, right? Hopefully the cards aren't too expensive...


⏵ the gold saucer ⏴

The Gold Saucer is an ode to the very idea of fun. It’s huge, labyrinthine, colorful, and lively. Everywhere you look, there’s something to do. At the same time, it’s also impossible to tell what time it is. There are no windows to the outside, there are no clocks. This place is beyond such a thing.

There are games everywhere you look, ranging from the pseudo-gambling to sports to pixelated video games in cabinets. Yet no matter which boxing game, pinball machine, or skeeball machine you look at, the same creatures and themes arrive. Cactuars, chocobos, the fiercest Behemoth, the cuddliest Moogle… For those from the realms of Final Fantasy, this will feel natural- homey even. Everyone else will simply understand that there is a fairly strong central theme here about magic, machines, and monsters.

It’s hard to tell how long you spend here, and it seems to sit outside of the very concept of time. Still, there are many restaurants, lounges, and vending machines. There are shops and costume rentals. There are even little pharmacies with headache remedies if the partying gets out of hand. And when you grow tired, there is a hotel- though it is made up like a haunted house, you can count on getting some semi-restful sleep.


⏵ playtime ⏴
Interdimensional Games


At first, stepping through to play any of these games may make participants wonder if they have been teleported somewhere else entirely. But on closer inspection, all the skies above are merely well-constructed interiors with painted ceilings. After all, it always seems to be daytime during these games.

Snowboarding - Race to the bottom of the mountain, but avoid obstacles and complete as many tricks as possible!

Chocobo Racing- Race on Chocobo-back around a treacherous outdoors race track which can either be taking place in a desert, a swampy forest, or upon an island beach. Work in tandem with your rented bird and against your competition by throwing hazards in their way or utilizing buffs garnered on the track. Different colored birds will yield different advantages.

Yellow - Good All Rounder
Red - Fast, but hard to steer
Blue - Slower, but very easy to steer. Much easier to pick up items from them.
Green- Resilient against traps and sabotage

Colosseum Battle- Face off against the fiercest beasts around. Pair up with friends or rivals to Collaborate or Compete to do the most damage and deliver the final blow. These battles are synced to the comparative power of the one entering the competition.

We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt unnecessarily, after all. And indeed, no one will get seriously, gruesomely, or permanently injured in these battles. Those without fighting capabilities can rent weapons outfitted Materia to assist them in their trial. These will allow anyone to cast spells, though not guarantee any better wielding of weapons. There are a hundred rounds, starting with fairly simple Spriggans, ranging all the way up to blood-thirsty Behemoths to challenge even the most battle-hardened hero.

Gold Saucer Games


Leap of Faith- Players are presented with an obstacle course that stretches a hundred feet into the air upon floating platforms and islands. Both are held aloft by magical crystals. Powers are entirely nerfed, though falling and hitting the ground is strangely painless. Those who collect the most silver and gold statuettes of cactuars placed at random throughout the course will be awarded proportionate GP; though there is a bonus for those that reach the very top first.

Triple Triad- Everywhere you look, people are playing this game on little 3 by 3 boards, or any surface with enough space. You will be given a loaner deck to play with. Are you clever enough to defeat your fellows.

Fashion Report- Theobold, familiar to some, stands by himself in a little booth with a dressing room and an incredibly expansive walk-in closet. He is a robot of distinguished fashion and strong opinions on those fashions. Do you dare subject yourself to his scrutiny? Come prepare in his wondrous closets to make the best outfit for the chance to win a prize. Please submit your fashion here!

There are Arcade Machines and activities galore. If you can think of it, it’s probably there- Just with that Final Fantasy pastiche on it, of course.


⏵ the beehive lounge ⏴

There are other places to eat at the Gold Saucer, but the vending machines and cafés all pale in comparison to the dinners at the Beehive.

For all the rave reviews, there is a dress code at the Beehive, and this is literal. If you step inside and are not currently wearing a dress, you will be ushered into a sideroom and appropriately made over.

However, this is only for those trying to go in through the normal doors. Around the side there happens to be an employee entrance, manned by a bot. He will only allow those in who seem like they intend to work— and therefore must be wearing at least one piece of the Bunnysuit Collection to trick the guard.

Once you are made over or have snuck in, you are free to relax inside with drinks, dine on a fine meal, watch the dancers, or participate yourself if you feel brave enough. Why would anyone ever dance here? Well, that’s simple. It pays really well. So if you’re sick of games, or terrible at them— you can always come dance for a shift. Though, don't get any unseemly ideas about freeing yourself of your clothing, this isn't that kind of establishment!


⏵ haunted house ⏴

When you grow too weary or drunk from a day of games, you may be directed to somewhere a little quieter to sleep. Up the elevator, and through the doors reveals a modest walk through some woods until a quaint, victorian hotel appears. It is always nighttime here, and the stars and moon twinkle above.

The receptionist, a bot in a rather bedraggled-looking chocobo mascot costume checks you in and shows you to your room. You can sleep here, especially if you can tolerate the hokey haunted decorations strung up around the place. Though sometimes, late at night, there will come a vigorous thumping on the door to startle sleeping patrons awake- Only for the culprit to vanish and be impossible to locate.



⏵ ticket counter ⏴


The prize counter is manned by a bot and has a sign posted overhead. Most prizes will be handed over inside an appropriately sized wrapped box, as the contents are a mystery.


Sparklers & Glowsticks 10 gp
Bunny Suit 300 gp
Bunny Stockings & Heels 150 gp
Animal Ears (Random) 500 gp
Kigurumi (Random) 100 gp
Chocobo Barding (Random) 1000 gp
Classic White Mage Robes 500 gp
Classic Black Mage Robes 500 gp
Plush Toy (Random) 100 gp
Wind-Up Minion (Random) 200 gp
Chocobo Mascot Suit (Random Color) 2000 gp
Triple Triad Booster Pack 50 gp
Triple Triad Card in your Likeness 10,000 gp


⏵ NOTES ⏴


This TDM may be treated as a mini-Mission. Time will not pass inside of it in relation to the world outside - meaning, this can be happening at any time between late May into early July!

This Gold Saucer is a bit of a mix between that of FF7's and FF14's, but it also has some things that neither have as well. Any inaccuracies are entirely intentional, aimed to make this rest within a space of uncanny valley for those who are familiar. While otherwise being a bit of a chaotic fantastical funhouse for everyone else! If there is something unlisted, chances are it will exist if it is in either of the other versions of the Gold Saucer.

Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game!

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will_chase_balls: (Thinking)

[personal profile] will_chase_balls 2025-07-02 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I'd ask where you're from, but I'm guessing if you don't know what Warforged are, you aren't from anywhere I've heard of.
brat: (17929941)

[personal profile] brat 2025-07-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
( jumping from knowing damian's name to knowing dick's isn't all that big of a leap. if one knows one wayne, one likely knows them all. but damian stays close, seems to - contemplate how he wants to answer that, exactly. )

We managed to take care of Red Hood, as well as Pyg.

( it's not giving a definite timeline, but that's intentional, too. he's giving enough for bruce to know he has been working with grayson, which, frankly, he wouldn't know unless he was thomas elliot, or if those age lines appeared due to him actually aging. he's wary, still. careful. just in case. )
demainvient: (107)

[personal profile] demainvient 2025-07-02 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Jonathan.

[ His voice is tired, but he lifts his right hand, gives a small wave, just a half-circle of spread fingers. ]

It's very nice to meet you. I'm Gustave.

[ He doesn't offer a surname, because no one in Lumière uses one. There haven't been enough people to need them for... a long time, now.

He follows the doctor's gaze, glances down over himself, then looks up with a wry huff of breath. ]


I know. I look like a mess, don't I?
reincarnesiac: (yep we're a-okay over here)

[personal profile] reincarnesiac 2025-07-02 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
( Oh no, please remember. Please remember and laugh. Her other attempt was less dramatic, but the person she'd been boarding with did manage to take out a tree by crashing into it. )

Mm, it's been only a few compared to how many of us are all new to the situation. Like you say, the longer we're here, the more we'll know.

( Just... hopefully not in a casino the whole time. Alex actually likes her fair share of the outdoors. )

I think the drunks have been less belligerent for sure. Then again, I also think the drunk tank here is in with the giant ostriches.

( She nods up to the image of one of the chocobos on the board of prizes. )

You might want to crash in the haunted hotel peacefully instead of sleeping around those guy's feet.
fromfire: (for the love of it)

[personal profile] fromfire 2025-07-02 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
And I wouldn't want you to think of me as one, either. [ Because even if they've just met, he wants her to know her opinion and thoughts matter. ]

I see that -- [ Turning his hand around, he gently takes her hand. Lifting her hand up, he watches her expression as he kisses her fingers. Just enough pressure to feel his lips against her skin. It has been one of those nights. It all might end; he may return to wherever things like him go. ]

Shall we go? [ He inclines his head toward her.

Even if the drinks are set down, he doesn't acknowledge them. Maybe he'll give an apology when they leave, but -- ]
oblige: (look)

[personal profile] oblige 2025-07-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Your first instinct is correct, it is because of our Eikons.

[ These are what he feels the nearness of, or what Bahamut within him allows him to feel.

He scans over the tables, seeing for himself how the game, or rather games, are played. ]


It seems there is some variety, though I couldn't say I'm familiar with these cards.
ornitiers: (Given to me)

[personal profile] ornitiers 2025-07-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
A puddle? Oh. Like when the candles melt and get smaller? It probably would look a little funny like that.

[Vivi does tend to have that sort of relationship and effect on others. Naturally fitting into a sort of younger sibling type role. If people aren't so scared of him due to his appearance, anyway. He giggles a little at that, feeling a little reassured.]
bluejustice: (19)

[personal profile] bluejustice 2025-07-02 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, exactly like that. [Sonic grins at him] See? It's nothing we can't handle. We cannot let anything deter us in the face of adventure. Specially not silly, fake wax figures. [He looks so confident, it might be somewhat reassuring.]
sabigoe: (⚙ 46)

[personal profile] sabigoe 2025-07-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shake of her head. ]

What does it mean? [ Slowly, she attempts to pronounce the word a few times as they come up to the front of the manor. ] Beh-nuh-fac-tor. Bene- factor. [ Her voice fades into quiet murmurs as she repeats it a few more times. Another big word, but it's one of her better attempts. It might take her a while to properly and naturally say it in a sentence though, like the way she uses "liability". ]

...'Kay. [ That he'll let her go to him if the knocking becomes an issue is another reminder that she has plenty of people to rely on now. It warms her heart, when she used to be someone with the world against her. ] I'll let you know if it becomes a problem. [ A pause, then she lowers her voice to softer volumes. Leaning a bit to the side, walking along on tippy toes for a brief moment to make sure he hears. ]

Versie? If the dark scares you too much, you can come get me too.
fromfire: (from my ocean grave)

[personal profile] fromfire 2025-07-02 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
That would sound more like you.

[ To threaten to kill him, but he only smiles. He understands how difficult that this must all be for her. Verso doesn't know if things have to be that way for him, but everyone he knows is different and special to him.

Even her.

His eyes close as he tilts his head away; his shoulders lift and lower in a small shrug. ]


Perhaps.

[ But he does feel the shift in energy, in the room. It seems like she does have something that she wants to tell him. His posture shifts and he focuses on her; all of his attention as he waits for her to speak.

"I don't know if I can stay."

Verso wonders if she means in the manor or around him. He can't imagine how difficult it is for everyone else to be allowed to mourn while she has to carry on everything herself. Of course, he would say that she could grieve, but grief itself is selfish.

It is what he told her and believes she has the right for that selfishness. Although, perhaps, that is simply how he is made. Because while his existence will hurt her, it at least won't be the cause of her death. It may be a cause for some other hidden wound in her heart, but he believes she will find the way forward.

He has hope in those he loves and as complicated as their relationship is, he does love her, too. Perhaps, that is some cognitive dissonance that the memories cause in him, but -- ]


You don't have to if it's too painful.

[ It is what he says finally. ]

You have your own life, too, and you can experience some of it now.
fromfire: (i was lost at sea)

[personal profile] fromfire 2025-07-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
It means that you've given me a lot of help. So much so that I will do whatever I can for you. [ Each time that he uses the word "you," he gestures toward Fio to hopefully have it sink in how useful that she is. ]

Right -- we got these little earpieces, don't we? [ It is where he found out what this "mission" apparently was. But it seems like it has other uses, as well. ] So -- [ But he stops when she leans a bit and gets on her tippy toes; Verso kneels down and tilts his head toward her to hear what she wants to say. ]

See? This is why you're my benefactor. [ If only he didn't have all the dried blood on him, he might've lightly poked her nose at the end. ] I'll be sure to come running if the dark scares me too much. I saw what you did --

[ He makes a small gesture behind them, indicating the arena. That was amazing; true. Perhaps, she doesn't need him coddling her so much, but he wants to give her all the kindness he can, either way. ]

-- I know you'll protect me.
krtaps: (Throw it in your face.)

[personal profile] krtaps 2025-07-02 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh! Oh my god, you're right. This is like some stupid episode of Big brother or something.

[Julie shakes her head and rolls her eyes as only a fifteen-year-old can. She's had her fill of being on the news or whatever! She never asked for that in the first place.]

Does that mean we should form an alliance or something? Promise I won't say terrible bitchy things about you in the camera segments.
Edited 2025-07-02 14:10 (UTC)
repaintress: by betenoir (Thinking)

[personal profile] repaintress 2025-07-02 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It could work in certain situations if the juxtaposition were deliberate and there was a clear aesthetic throughline.

restingstitchface: (Buoyant)

[personal profile] restingstitchface 2025-07-02 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, you're talking about madness? Sit down, Clea. You're in his asylum, now.]

I have seen enough of madness to understand that sanity is nothing but the judgement of the majority. Society judges the outside to be insane. The outside judges society as a mass exhibition of insanity.

The same as what medication is deemed acceptable and what is deemed to need to be controlled. Who decides that? The individual? Or the wider community?


[Ha ha fuck mass opinion amirite?]
restingstitchface: (Ambivalence)

[personal profile] restingstitchface 2025-07-02 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You look like death, honestly.

[Crane's tone is a lukewarm mixture of concern and humour. He doesn't offer a detailed response because the severity of this situation doesn't need one.]

But whatever happened, remember you're alive. Remember that.

[He will respect him more for picking himself up and carrying on.]
star_freckles: (Default)

Arrival

[personal profile] star_freckles 2025-07-02 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her grip tightens on the handle of her long sword, and she bolts forward. Multicolored lights continue to curl around her, clinging to her frame as she slices down at the slithering multi-legged Morbol. Her first strike misses, but the second tears one of the many tentacles from the creature's body.

The Morbol's large mouth crunches down on Relle's elbow in response, only to be pushed roughly away by her opposite fist. Blood flecks her arm, but the damage is somehow less than what it might have been. The tentacles attempt to reach for Relle, but each attack is parried by the curling rays of light surrounding Relle.

Relle isn't great with words, but instead relies heavily on actions. Actions define a person, and each of her movements is made with a clear purpose.]


Stay behind me.

[She doesn't carry a shield but instead uses her body to shield the tall stranger who has entered the arena with her. She doesn't like seeing others get hurt, and would rather take the damage herself.]
star_freckles: (Default)

voice

[personal profile] star_freckles 2025-07-02 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess so.

[She doesn't sound convinced.]

I'm just used to finding the people I want to talk to. This feels too much like talking to myself or some strange Fea magic.

[There is a brief pause.]

You do actually exist?
her_own_rules: Babs (Never Unprepared)

[personal profile] her_own_rules 2025-07-02 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Damian. Tim. Two Jason's. [ The last of which happens to be a contender in the 'third times the charm' book with Dick. And Bruce now. ] A much younger version of you.



[ Beat. ]

Currently.


[ Yeah. There's more to that list when and where it comes to people who have come and gone, both in the family and in The League. The first influx has been bigger, if not all that less complicated. At least the lion's share of them had come from one world. ]
star_freckles: (Default)

voice

[personal profile] star_freckles 2025-07-02 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Does it? How can you tell what someone's thinking if you don't see their face?

[It feels like a great way to communicate... of course, but Relle is used to the Fea using their words to hide truths. She doesn't like it. She'd rather people be straightforward, and it's difficult to tell if someone is straightforward when she can only hear their voice.]

Yeah. That part isn't so strange. The casino is like the carnival, though I'm not sure if I'm still in the Fea Realm. This feels like something an archfea might come up with.
auderes: (pic#17359199)

[personal profile] auderes 2025-07-02 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Dick is far too deeply unconscious to know exactly how Barbara ended up curled against him, if there was some mutual shifting that brought them closer until they were that close or if she reached out for him, but all that really matters is that when she does burrow in against the warmth of his chest it's pure instinct to slide his arms around her. It settles him in a way that nothing else can, even when he's this deeply asleep, and while he would have been fully capable of sleeping without that it's definitely more restful sleep than he would have gotten otherwise. Despite the noises, despite where they are, despite everything that's happened in such a short amount of time.

This is home, no matter where he is.

It's not a stifling sort of grasp though, he's not clinging, just holding. Eventually there might be some subconscious, affectionate nuzzling against her hair or her cheek or her shoulder, wherever his face happens to be, as he slides a little closer toward consciousness, but it's very unlikely that he's going to be the first one to wake up this time.

As if he's ever eager to drag himself out of bed when Barbara is with him.
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Seth Valric | D&D OC | New

[personal profile] glassescannon 2025-07-02 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival;

[It's the blink of an eye, and the once tranquil setting shifts from the familiar cozy library lit by a single fire to the cold mountainside. A snowboard is attached to Seth's feet, and the event begins. Seth isn't given time to take in the sudden change as he begins to slide awkwardly down the mountain. He slides by the first obstacle with ease, only to find himself halfway up an incline with a sharp drop 10 feet ahead of him. Seth exhales as if bracing and then falls, face-planting into the snow. He'd been dressed for the high sun and dry heat, but now the cold seeped into his bones.

He struggles to stand with his feet attached by the board, and while he wishes desperately to stop, he has a feeling he has to finish to escape this particularly cold version of hell.

The trip down the mountain is rough, and by the end of it, Seth is soaked and exhausted. He'd rather be back in his warm library than in a Casino. As soon as he is free of the game, he finds a seat and takes it all in. It's overly stimulating, and he feels his face against his palms before he realizes that he'd dropped his head into his hands. He's never dreamed before, but he imagines this is what a nightmare feels like.]


Haunted House;

[It takes some time, but Seth finally finds his way to the haunted hotel. He doesn't like the idea of possibly being surrounded by the undead or whatever spirits are made of here, but it's better than aimlessly wandering around. Some of the games appear to be playable, but his end goal is to leave the Casino. He is, at least, familiar with the voices in his own head.]

How do I get a room? [He speaks to the bot, his accent rounding each word as he awkwardly attempts to navigate a semi-normal conversation with a non-human entity. He isn't sure if these are similar to constructs or something else. Is there an etiquette when talking to those who work here? He isn't sure, and there are no obvious answers.]

Or actually. [This is a hotel. They're bound to have some information.] Do you have brochures? Maybe there is a library or museum here?

[He really just wants to find somewhere quiet to think.]


Text; un.unknown

What can those here tell me about this place? Not just the Casino, but all of it.
her_own_rules: Dick (Just A Little Bit Of Time)

[personal profile] her_own_rules 2025-07-02 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Barbara isn't someone who can just close her eyes. Metaphorically. If she were—well, she'd be someone wholly other than she is, wouldn't she? She wouldn't have ended up in so many of the places she did, as the people she is; she wouldn't have no so strongly, and so long, before she even knew the weight of yes. Still, it's a narrow thing. One that aches on contact with her thoughts, with her chest.

With evaporating ease, that she knows was there when she was asleep, because she can feel it as everything else spills like ink into that restful nebulousness. She should move. Which somehow, is right when Dick buries his face into her hair, in her skin. Soft lips, and warm breath, and a night's slight prickle of stubble. Not quite a kiss. As if some part of him had heard her thoughts. If she thought it ached a second ago, the surprise, the warmth, the tenderness—a million million memories of seconds just like it, and the dizzy swoop of a want, a longing, a sadness she's kept so tightly tied down for months—causes her to shiver before she can even think to tamp it down.

Her skin prickling as the thing inside her chest expanded like a bruise.

Babs' eyes close, partly. Summoning sense, like some sword against the darkness, against the tiny voice saying how easy it would be just to let herself fall back asleep, not know, pretend and let herself have this until morning, until daylight. But she can't. And even if she could? She can't with him. Never with him. (He's too important. The most important person in her life, in her heart.)

Babs' voice is calm when she speaks,
at least that's what she tells herself,
but that might not entirely be true.


"Dick."
Edited 2025-07-02 16:03 (UTC)
brat: (17087437)

[personal profile] brat 2025-07-02 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( once he's managed to take out everything he suspects he'd need, robin drops down onto the ground beside gustave so he can get close enough to take a look at the wounds. the straight through, cut much too cleanly, outright holes in his body which - the man has already been upright without too much issue, perhaps he's more durable than others. robin would be concerned over his chance of survival, but he seems to be doing alright.

so he focuses on what he can do instead, which isn't much in the middle of a battleground. he rips open a piece of sterile gauze to press it up against the wound, putting pressure on it with a hand while messily shoving everything back into his belt so he can press himself in under the man's arm. )


Because I'm Robin.

( which needs no explanation, as far as he's concerned. )
repaintress: by betenoir (Neutral 2)

Clea should have paid more attention to the people of Lumiere oops

[personal profile] repaintress 2025-07-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactement. So behave.

[ At least he gives up on his idiocy easily enough. Clea had been prepared for longer, lengthier argument wherein he tried to save his sense of masculinity by acting like an utter moron. Somewhat. He leans over the side of the platform and Clea wishes she had a newspaper to slap him with. Although she's not certain it would help as apparently 'avoiding pain' doesn't seem to be particularly motivating for him. ]

You don't know that. Even if the fall itself is designed not to hurt -

[ Her mind wonders how. That's magic that belongs in a Canvas, but this is not a Canvas. Clea knows that fact as deeply as she knows the position of her own limbs. ]

There's no guarantee that it won't rip your wounds open as you land. Injured people shouldn't be on this course, it may not have been created to handle your situation.

[ Clea fixes him with A Look. You should not be up here, Monsieur. How had he gotten up there to begin with? And why does he look somewhat familiar? She looks at him again, more closely. There's something... and she can't put her finger on it, which is odd in and of itself. As an artist, Clea does pride herself on remembering faces and details.

Hm.

Leaning forward, Clea moves to support Gustave as he sits, a firm arm supporting his back (but carefully avoiding touching his wounds) while a hand presses to the front of his shoulder so that he can use her as support for the motion. Taking note of how he winces, she considers what the best move would be. Standing is risky. Lying on his back on the floor might irritate the wounds on his back. Sitting isn't advisable for clear reasons.

Perhaps lying on his side? With some support.

Sitting back down behind him, Clea reaches her hands out to support him, offering to let him lean back without falling.]


Does this help?

[ Leaning back.

One of her hands moves and she presses her palm to Gustave's forehead. Not feverish. That's a good sign. ]


All of my arguments are compelling. Now, are you injured elsewhere?
shackledwithin: (pic#17385135)

[personal profile] shackledwithin 2025-07-02 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It's better I stand beside you. [He moves to the side, fluid like water and stabs with his spear. He catches the morbol in the side of its mouth and darts away from a lashing tentacle. The spear vanishes, and he gestures at the river. Something moves under the surface of the water. Glowing green eyes in the face of the shadow of something long and winding.]

Let's slow it down, then we can think about how to finish this. [He doesn't want to linger. Wherever they are, he has somewhere else he is supposed to be. Yet, he won't take shortcuts.] Move to the right when you strike this time. I'll get the left.