Missrecalled TDM 4

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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?

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[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."

[soundsknight]

He lifted carefully. "If it does, I will aim the metal for me, not you." Though a swift end was kinder than he deserved.

[mist_the_point]

Foulques snorted. He didn't know whether the man's words indicated selflessness, foolishness, or simply the sort of lack of care for his own life that he himself felt when his darkest thoughts encroached, but the reasoning would not change the result. "Have care with your footing and neither one of us need meet such a pointless end," he said. He made sure to take his own advice as they slowly walked the piece of metal to its intended location.

[soundsknight]

The first and the third really. Mostly the third.

"I have no intention of tripping," he said, coldly. "Just what I would do should it happen anyway."

[mist_the_point]

"I don't imagine anyone intends to trip," Foulques said. "Unless they're mummers taking part in a farce. But while your clothing might be suited for such things, you manner certainly isn't. I'm simply somewhat surprised. Most in this place care only for themselves, and would rather nurse old hatreds and snap at each other like hungry raptors rather than make any real attempt to improve their lot or help anyone but themselves."

[soundsknight]

"I am here to serve my penance, nothing more, nothing less. I did not choose my clothes any more than I chose how I would pay for what I have done." His voice cold and closed off.

[mist_the_point]

"'Penance', you say?", he said. "If you're under the impression that this place is some sort of afterlife of eternal torment, then you are as mistaken as I was when I first arrived. But if you truly mean to turn from whatever evil brought you here, there may yet be a chance for you."

The conversation was briefly paused by their arrival at their destination, a rather obvious crack in the roof's surface. "Lay the metal down here," he instructed moving to suit actions to words himself. "With any luck it will prevent this particular leak until the alchemist finishes his putty."

[soundsknight]

How much easier would this be with his powers? Or his brothers? But he had neither any more. But Turning from what caused this. His voice was ice, so much so that he could hav been a different Knight entirely. "I will not turn my back on her again," he said. No temper in his voice. No heat. All ice. All cold and sharp.

[mist_the_point]

So... all because of a woman then. Foulques snorted. Somehow, he wasn't especially surprised. "Well you would hardly be the first to allow himself to be made a willing fool by his heart," he said. "Nor are you likely to be the last. But your erstwhile lady love had naught to do with your arrival in this world; that much is simply an accident born of sorcery gone awry. Tis only your deeds in her service- whatever they might have been- that caused you to be arrive in this gaol, rather than a land of peace and plenty."

[soundsknight]

"Then I have betrayed her again," he said, bitterly.

[mist_the_point]

Foulques would have rolled his eyes if it wouldn't have meant likely getting rainwater in them. "You have done nothing," he said. "If you wish to spend your time wallowing in self-pity, that's your own affair, but lay blame where it is due. There's no need to hoard the sins and mistakes of others when I suspect that all of us here have an abundance of our own."

[soundsknight]

"I abandoned her when she needed me before, sure I had no choice in the matter. Now, when I hav vowed to her I shall never leave her side again unless she sends me away, I find myself here. My intent or lack of power over the situation does not matter. Only how what has happened will seem to her, worse, how hurt she shall be. This would be proof to her of the lies she has told herself, that no one can love her," he said coldly.

[mist_the_point]

Foulques looked at him flatly for a moment. "Tell me, are all those in your world prone to being so ridiculously overdramatic?", he asked. "Or is it simply that you and she both lack any sense when it comes to matters of the heart? Her reaction sounds like that of a scorned schoolgirl, while you seek to prove that which can never be proven to the satisfaction of one who believes themselves so ill used by fate. Do neither of you have aught better to do than brood and bemoan your sorry states?"

[soundsknight]

"Do you honestly think I need or value your opinion? Belittle me all you wish, but you will not speak ill of her."

[mist_the_point]

"I will speak the truth as I see it," he said. "Regarding you, her, or any one else I choose."

"Though I will admit to knowing nothing of the situation beyond what you have said. If I were to somehow meet your lady love, mayhap my opinion would change. But I somehow doubt it. I know well the type of madness that betrayal and pursuit of vengeance can drive one to, and can tell you that all your devotions are like to be for naught. You would be far better served to abandon your current course while you still have your own sanity."

[soundsknight]

For a moment there was a struggle to not just defend her. Instead...

His face softened there. "That.. sounds like there is a story there," he said, sympathetically.