Missrecalled TDM 4

[missrecalled_mods]

Auradon

Why Can't We All Just Get A Lawn?

The plants in Auradon may be preternaturally prone to perfection, but even there lawns, trees, shrubs, and flowerbeds require some maintenance to keep them from growing wild. While the trees, shrubs and flowerbeds may be less of a concern to the more practical minded of the school's current residents, the lawn at least is still an issue, since they do need to be able to walk around easily. Fortunately the gardener's shed is pretty easy to locate, and like most things in Auradon, isn't locked. Unfortunately, the gardeners seems to have been the kingdom's lone packrat, because the shed is just crammed full of stuff. Seriously, it looks like someone took the entire contents of a lawn and garden store and shoved them in there, along with who knows what else. Somewhere under all that stuff is a lawnmower- there must be- but locating it is definitely gonna be more than a one person job.

Do Not Adjust Your Set

The current residents of Auradon might not be able to physically reach the Isle just yet, but they do have one thing that can. Namely TV signals. Unfortunately, basically everything being broadcast to the Isle kind of sucks, in a 'so sugary you wonder how you don't get diabetes just from watching it' kind of way. Fortunately, there's a solution for that! One the way to the coast, one of the places our intrepid heroes have come across is a broadcasting station, so it might be possible to change the programming roster to something a bit less saccharine. That is, assuming they can figure out how to work the equipment. Including figuring out how it's even still broadcasting at all.

Isle

Rain, Rain, Go Away

The rain in Spain might fall mainly on the plain, but rain on the Isle is much less picky. Which normally wouldn't be too much of a problem, since there wasn't really anything preventing people from going inside. What is a problem is when the rain decides to come inside too. The roof of Dragon Hall- never really in the greatest condition to start with- has begun leaking. And not just a little drip in one spot; no, that would be too simple. But a lot of leaks, in a lot of places. And ones that are getting worse the longer they're there. Fortunately- kinda- this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, so Professor Yen Sid knows how to whip up some putty to seal the cracks. Unfortunately, making it in sufficient quantity would take a little while so in the mean time, the residents of the Isle will have to resort to trash bins, buckets, pots, teakettles, mugs, or anything else they can find that might hold water. Better get hunting, if you don't want someone else to find all the actually useful containers. Or alternately, you could just decide to forget about everyone else and just try and find a place where you and your stuff won't get wet for the duration. That's totally being evil and not just being lazy, right?

Doomy Dooms of Doom

Let's face it, no one likes the Doomstones. Even the ones who carved them probably didn't like them. But being large pieces of stone, they're rather hard to get rid of, so most people stick to just defacing them with spray paint. Not you though; you've got ambitions. Or maybe you're just really sick of those evil platitudes. Either way, you've had all you can stand of them and you can't stand any more!. Something must be done! Preferably something destructive. Thus begins your quest for Stuff That Can Break Stone. Surely the ones who carved them must have kept their tools somewhere, right? Or maybe someone who was involved n the construction of the Isle's buildings left a nice big sledgehammer laying around somewhere? One can dream, at least.

And of course, such destructive aspirations are best shared. So the moment you run into someone, you plan to try and rope them into helping you. Shouldn't be too hard to convince them, right? After all, who doesn't like to break stuff?

Comments

Harry Potter (Isle of Avalon CRAU) | Auradon OTA

[phoenixwiz]

Where’s the Lawnmower?
(Just moments ago, he was in Avalon trying to say good bye to his familiar Rose and whoever he has met in there and was about to return home. But the next thing he knew as soon as he tries to step into the Headmaster’s Office, Harry James Potter soon lands into Auradon Prep without any warning what so over. Which explains why he has a hard time trying to focus on finding that elusive lawnmower just moments after he arrived.

So much information he has to sink, trying to get used to having his world’s magic back together with his Avalon magic, and his head still dizzying, he tries to figure how to open the garden tool shed and wondering how many tools are there in that shed. He turns around to find anyone willing to help him out in getting in.)

Do Adjust Your Set
I guess that we should head over to the broadcasting station to see how we can get the signals working.

(It appears that Harry has been dragged into this plan to get the TV signals from the Isle and, while he has no experience in tinkering with electronics aside from him fixing his alarm clock, he is bringing in support to the people who are willing to get the signals in the Isle working.

Wondering if the plan will work out for everyone, he asks the person he is joining with for any ideas and how they will get to do it.)

Hey. I’m still trying to understand this telly signal plan we’re doing. Do you got any way to fix the equipment in there to make the TV programme to feel less saccharine?

Wildcard
(Got another prompt in mind? Feel free to toss in here. Find me at mariscorner or on Discord at mariscorner. I can match your tagging style: prose or brackets.)

Re: Harry Potter (Isle of Avalon CRAU) | Auradon OTA

[souls_of_roles]

She had been coming outside for a walk when she spotted...

"HARRY?!" she squealed and rushed at him. If he didn't stop her or dodge they were likely to wind up in a tangle on the ground, because she was charging at him at full speed.

[phoenixwiz]

Before he could try to do anything or move a single muscle, Harry is then greeted by a flash of a pink jumpsuit and a big tackle onto the ground. It all happened within a blur and he didn’t have time to react accordingly, however once he looked at who was running towards him, he slowly gives out a warm smile.

“Oh hi, Kyoko. I didn’t know that you’re also in here too.”

[souls_of_roles]

She grinned, sitting up. "Yeah! This place is pretty amazing! And I made friends with a fairy! and there is a guy here who looks like a fairy and has animal magic, so I think he's a fairy and doesn’t know it..."

[phoenixwiz]

“Oh wow, this is really great to hear. I got to say, I was quite stumped upon arriving in here from Avalon,” Harry sheepishly admits to her, “Oh, so your new friends could talk to animals or turn into animals? Possibly even both? Is that right.”

[souls_of_roles]

She nodded. "This place is amazing! No Corn yet, though. Oh! But there were flowers that made us see our moms and feathers that made us see our teachers!"

[phoenixwiz]

“Wait, did you said flowers that can let us see our mums and feathers to let us see our teachers?” Harry’s eyes widen in surprise, not knowing how to process the information.

As much as he misses his parents and his teachers back home, he isn’t too sure if he would like to experience seeing them through other items. And this is coming from a man who had seen a lot of things before he could turn 18.

“Is stuff like the flowers and feathers that common place?”

Cal Kestis | Star Wars JFO | OTA

[jedi_scrapper]

1. Do Not Adjust Your Set

   
   Cal had not arrived in Auradon long before, but the need to help in any way he could meant that he could be found in the broadcast station. After an attempt to understand the unfamiliar computer on his own, he shifted gears and found a spare cable lying around with an output plug that seemed to match one of the computer ports, which he was currently dismantling with his toolkit while BD watched, whistling his thoughts.
   
   It might have been a bit irritating, but since it was BD's Scomp Link that Cal planned to modify, he supposed he could understand. "What do you think, BD?"
   
   BD followed up with a rude noise that made Cal roll his eyes. "Well. Do you see something that might work better?"
   
   BD followed up with several beeps. "You could have said that before I took this apart."
   
   An amused whistle followed and Cal could only laugh, shaking his head. "Okay. Fine. I'll ask someone who's actually familiar with the tech here. Happy?" He looked down at the stripped cable in his hand, debating what to do with it for now.


2. Doomy Dooms of Doom

   
   No, Cal was not typically vindictive towards inanimate objects, but he was Frustrated. Bad enough to be dragged away from his friends, away from people who needed him. But to end up here? Where even the Force had abandoned him?
   
   The stones had seemed to add insult to injury and even knowing he had no connection to the Force (And probably wouldn't want it as much as people seemed to worship the Dark Side here), he'd almost instinctively tried to slam one of the stones with the Force, to knock down it and its message. When that hadn't worked, he'd started hunting for manual methods. His main job as a scrapper had been a rigger. If there was one thing he could do manually, it was demolition.
   
   As soon as he ran into someone who wasn't one of the 'teachers' he gave a bit of a grin. "Don't suppose you want to take out some frustration on those stupid stones outside with me?"

Re: Cal Kestis | Star Wars JFO | OTA

[professorsong]

"Destroy public property without clearing it with the authorities?" she asked, wide eyed, before she grinned. "Count me in, sweetie." She blew him a kiss and sauntered off towards the nearest stone.

[jedi_scrapper]

Cal's grin widened as the woman immediately got onboard with the idea. "I was just about to search for something to use. Didn't exactly have any demolition equipment on me when I was dragged here." Even if his lightsaber were an option, he wouldn't have been able to bring himself to use it for something this... petty. Not without hearing his Master scolding him and seeing Cere's disappointment.

[professorsong]

"So what I am hearing... is you came up with a terribly destructive idea that will tick off the local and admittedly evil local authorities, without killing anyone, roped someone else into this crazy scheme, without actually having a plan?" She was clearly amused. "Alright then, you go grab the spray paint, I'll get the rest of what we need...."

With anyone who reminded her this much of the Doctor... probably best not to let him know what her actual plan was...

[jedi_scrapper]

"Well when you put it that way," Cal laughed. Okay, maybe Merrin was right that he and BD were alike.

"Sure. I remember seeing that paint. I'll grab some." Not quite what he had in mind, but better than nothing. And if he regained access to the Force again later he could properly knock the things down.

He headed back inside at a jog, not one to walk much of anywhere.

And accordingly, it wasn't long before he returned with a somewhat abused bag with cans of spray paint.

[professorsong]

She came back with a glass flask from the chem room filled with a swirling blue liquid, and a tin can sealed with cloth and rope under one arm. "Perfect!" she said.

Maybe she had something other than just painting the doomstones in mind?

[jedi_scrapper]

"Are we making explosives?" He more than half expected to hear excited beeping from his shoulder and had to hide his disappointment when he glanced that way in anticipation and remembered BD wasn't with him.

Sasame | Pretear | Spoilers like whoa probable

[soundsknight]

(Warning: Sasame does NOT seem to grasp the concept of personal space and tends to jump scare appear near people)

Do Adjust your set

Sure, he was more accustomed to radio, but he knew enough to work the equipment here as well. And the magical aspect to some of the technology was a welcome and amusing distraction. And then, finally he was ready. He sat with a call in phone next to him, before the camera. And then when the light went on, timers being wonderful things, he gave the camera a small smile.

"Welcome, Auradon, to World's Gate," His voice was smooth and soft, quiet yes but soft in other ways as well. He sounded like someone who could be trusted. Or like a voic that might read you a story as you drifted off to sleep. "I am your host, Sasame. World's Gate is an advice program where viewers like you can send post cards, mail, or text messages with your questions, to get advice." He displayed a preprepared card from the table by tilting it upwards. "The contact information is now on your screen. You do not need to use your real name, and I will never expose who you are, even if I hav figured it out."

A warm smile and he set lay the card back down. "Because no one has had a chance to write in yet, I will reply to some postcards from home." Another smile as he drew forward a small post card and read from it.

"This question comes from a regular on World's Gate, Miss Silk. She writes "Everyone around me acts like nothing is missing, nothing is wrong. Don't they miss him? How can they move on like he never mattered? Why am I the only one who still cares? Am I the only one who ever loved him? Will I always love alone?"

He set down the card.

"Moving on after a loss can be hard for some people," he said kindly, voice gentle. "How we grieve looks different for each of us. But that does not mean that people who grieve differently do not feel a loss as well. The loss of a loved one is on of the hardest and most deeply personal pains any human can face. One way I advise dealing with it, generally, can look a lot like not grieving at all, from the outside," he removed his small frameless glasses and set them aside, looking directly into the camera with his dark purple eyes, as though to make eye contact with the viewer.

"But grieving is not about how we look on the outside, but what we feel within." A beat, and then, "my advice is this: bring him with you. Everything you experience in life, picture him with you. How would he react? If he would laugh, laugh for him because he cannot. If he would smile, smile for him. It is still okay to cry, if you need to, and you should never lose yourself living for him. But h can't laugh or smile anymore, so you need to do that for the both of you. When you love, he loves, when you take someone's hand, his hand is in yours as well."

A small sad smile, then he put his glasses on again.

"I think we have time for just one more. This one comes from a Mr. Wind In My Hair. He writes I once had a friend and I hurt her, very badly. I didn't mean to, but my feelings for her did not match hers for me and I had to be honest. Now I have another friend, though I swore I never would. And I am afraid to hurt her as well. What should I do?" He set down the card and looked at the camera again. "Well, Wind. I think you should be open and honest from the start with this friend. Tell her about the last friend, everything about her. Tell her you don't want the same to happen again. Talk to her and keep checking in. A lot of this worl... a lot of problems in any world," he corrected himself "could be avoided by people being open and honest with each other from the start. Hidden feelings can grow into hurt feelings." He stopped, hearing someone enter the studio.

"That seems to be all that we have time for today. Please feel free to write or call in. I want to know what is on your mind. And also, I would love to hear stories, if anyone has any, about oddly coloured snow or butterflies for a book I am working on. Thank you very much for tuning in. I am Sasame and this has ben World's Gate."

He seemed to vanish from the desk a split second before the camera cut off. Then, tucking his notebook in his pocket, he went to greet whoever had come in.

(Warning, while the above has a chance of getting into spoilers... the bottom divs right into the worst of them with both feet. There is no maybe, clicking below will have spoilers. And angst. You have been warned.)

Here there be spoilers

(As of now all his icons will be from before the spoiler, I will probably make him a different account for other icons.)
Rain Rain Rain
Sasame didn't try to stop the rain, nor did he try to avoid it. Even without his powers he was light of foot enough to make it to the roof nimbly. He sat there, huddled in his purple feathered cloak, one knee up, hands on that knee, chin on his hands.

Hajime.

How could he not think of his little brother in this rain? How could he not both feel like he wasn't fit for this rain and yet drawn to it? He couldn't feel the Leafe in it. All he could feel was wet.

Well, no. There was another feeling also. A deep cavernous emptiness. He had torn out his own heart. Betrayed it again and again. And for what? To wind up here? Alone? Without her. Without them. Without anything but his regrets?

Not that he blamed her. He couldn't have blamed her if he wanted to. Because this wasn't her betraying him. This was as close to justice as existed in any world. Well... no. If it were true justice, Hayate would be suffering as well.

His other brothers were blameless. Kei. Go. Everyone... They hadn't betrayed her. Not the way he had. The way Hayate had. If he hadn't been such a fool, could he have saved her? Spared her that pain? But he had been a fool, he had let Hayate shatter her. And then it had been too late.

A line drawn.

He should have chosen her.

He should have chosen her.

He should have chosen her.

How many times had he been haunted by that conviction during that endless span when they were seperated? He had done what he thought was right. He had chosen his morals, the worlds, and his brothers over her. He had sworn to protect her. Serve her. Work with her. Be her partner and her ally. But when she had needed him most... He chose the world over her. He had been so sure he had been doing what was the right thing.

But the pain. Every moment after. The pain told him that he had made the wrong choice. But he kept telling himself it was over. He had done what he had to do. He had betrayed her, but saved the worlds. That he had no choice, he had to do it.

And then...

And then she was back. It had all been for nothing. Her pain. His pain. HER PAIN. For nothing. So this time he chose her. He promised her all of him. He was hers to do with as she pleased. Whatever would make her pain ease. Use him. Accept his love. Kill him. Anything.

But this was her choice...?

Sealing him away?

Water ran down his face. Rain. Tears. It was all the same.

His head lifted. Even without his powers his hearing was keener than most. The rain didn't stop him from hearing someone approach.

This land was full of villains he had been told. He was here, he was going to stop them. Weapons or no weapons. Powers or no powers. He was evil for her and her alone. He would give her the worlds, all of them. Hers. To save or destroy, to rule or ruin.


He stood to face whoever approached, keeping the high ground of the roof's peak. He swished his dark cloak behind himself dramatically, the wt fabric snapping loudly. If there was one thing he understood, it was how to use sound to his advantage.

"Who comes?" he demanded, voice booming through the rain. Who was he going to have to end tonight?

Rain Rain and Spoilers

[mist_the_point]

If Foulques hadn't been familiar with the rooftop himself, he might have taken the man for a gargoyle or other piece of grotesque statuary decorating the roof's peak. As it was, he was aware of the man's presence, but paid him little heed, focusing instead on manhandling the piece of sheet metal he'd located into a location where it might be useful. It wasn't especially heavy but it was too large for one man to maneuver easily, and the rain-slicked roof that necessitated the task wasn't making it any easier.

When the man addressed him though he squinted through the rain at him, annoyed at the interruption, but seeing no reason not to respond. "Foulques of the Mist," he said. "And who are you?"

Re: Rain Rain and Spoilers

[soundsknight]

"Sasame," he said, voice a bit cold, abrupt. Mostly at the realization that... Sasame was all he had to offer now. He had shed his other titles and all the parts of him when he took off his charm. When he took off.

It was colder than the rain, the emptiness within.

[mist_the_point]

"Well then, Sasame," Foulques said, "if you have naught better to do than skulk about in the rain, then come down here and assist me. The metal sheet will block one of the worst leaks somewhat but two would maneuver it easier than one."

[soundsknight]

A long huff out as he considered. Was he really about at aid a villian? Besides her.

Then again, villian or not, that would help others. And for all he tried to deny who he was now for her sake... he was still pulled towards helping. He jumped down lightly from the roof, stumbling only the slightest bit,. still adjusting to his lack of powers. And a much heavier outfit than his usual Knight's attire.

"Very well." He strode over, long cloak dragging in the mud.

[mist_the_point]

Foulques shifted over a bit, dragging the sheet metal int a position where Sasame could easily grab the other end. He too wore armor, but his was much more practical than Sasame's with its long, trailing cloak. He wondered if the other was some sort of nobleman in his world, to be able to afford such elaborate armor? Not that it mattered in this gaol of course. Here the Isle of the Lost bought all to the same level.

"This way," he said, indicating the direction they were to take with a nod of his head. "And take care that that cloak of yours doesn't cause you to lose your footing."

first prompt~

[queen_butterfly]

She was quiet as he spoke, waiting for him to stop. And then his footsteps, coming closer. She figured he must be done. "I'm afraid all my tales of oddly-colored snow are distinctly juvenile." She failed to keep from smiling as she declared such, readying to set a covered tray down on one of the few desks nearby. "But I know a bit about butterflies..."

Her back half turned to the door he'd come out from, she was putting the tray down on the spot she'd just cleared, and carefully setting the cover aside. Of course, he surely had no eyes for the food it held....

She was an adult this night, as per her usual: hair done up high, long black dress edged in purple, and in good spirits, according to the smile she wore as she readied what she'd brought him. Food was a good enough segue to introductions, wasn't it?

If he interrupted her, he interrupted her.

And if not, she'd turn to offer him that slight dip as was her custom. "Well met. I'm Mallia, and I thought that perhaps you'd appreciate something to eat."

Re: first prompt~

[soundsknight]

The colours of her gown halted him for jut a moment, but there was no way it was her. There was one thing he could never mistake, one thing she could never hidden or changed, not from him, her voice. And that was not her voice.

Still... he needed to learn what she knew. Who this woman was. And so...

Suddenly he was right behind her, chin practically on her shoulder. "Thank you, Mallia..."

[queen_butterfly]

She'd only glanced aside for a second, to catch a stray berry from escaping the tray, and in turning to face him again, nearly jumped and bumped right into him. She managed to take a little step back instead as she caught herself, however, and brought a hand up to her chest, a gesture long enough understood to be reflexively emulated, though she actually had no physical heart for her hand to cover. It wasn't as though he'd know that yet, though -- would he? The faint sound of its beat seemed to be present as she exhaled. In that brief moment where she gathered her composure again to address him, perhaps he could hear its effects in the breath she let out... but there was something odd about it.

But it was so small a detail....

"You're welcome. ...My apologies; I didn't mean to very nearly back into you." Well, it was an excuse, at least, to get past the awkwardness; she couldn't seriously believe that the near-collision had actually been on her.

She relaxed again, deliberately, and half-turned back to the tray, though she kept her eyes on him. "I don't believe I saw you have anything earlier... you must be famished." The dull tink of glass against the tray, and a slosh of thin liquid... but was that goblet of dark wine on the tray in the first place? She lifted it up, offering it to him.

[soundsknight]

"I thank you, but I would prefer to dine with company. Would you join me?" He offered her his hand, palm up. "I saw a lovely place for conversation in the next room when I explored earlier."

[queen_butterfly]

Oh. Oh, he was trying to woo her, was he? How...

...Quaint? Amusing? Entertaining?

She barely knew him... but this wasn't her first time dealing with someone so forward and clearly uninformed. Had they chatted first, perhaps she'd have played along differently....

So, rather than give him her one free hand, she smiled a little more and deliberately mistook his inviting gesture, placing the wine glass on it instead, as though he'd meant take it like that, then turned to put the cover back on the tray, picking it back up. "I suppose I could spend a while. You have questions about this place, being new here, I presume?"