http://adelicateflame.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] adelicateflame.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenoflogs2011-10-23 11:39 pm

waters black, wood in snow

Characters: Any characters searching for the Healer.
Date: October 23rd.
Summary: Finding the Healer before something potentially disastrous happens to the Gardens.
Warnings: Possible creepy?

It's been some time since the Healer took her sojourn from the Gardens, departing somewhere into the depths of the dark world known only as the Hollow. In her absence, the Gardens have become... tainted, shadowed. Perhaps worse, the Hollow's inhabitants have decided to transform the once-tranquil world into a place much like their home.

Those who have paid attention to the Crone's words, however, may know that in order for the chaos to stop, they need to find the Healer. Perhaps, as the old woman suggests, the Incarna is high in the mountains — but the way is not safe, beset by dark woods and choking fog and, of course, the world's semi-hostile inhabitants. Unless one can find a way to blend in.

Brave or cowardly as one may be, the only way to find a solution to this particular problem is to venture forth into the unknown.


[ MOD NOTE: Feel free to devise your own scenarios for any encounters or incidents during your characters' journey into the mountains of the Hollow to find the Healer and convince her to return to the Gardens. Alternately, the mods can guide you along the way if desired. ]

[identity profile] sheroic.livejournal.com 2011-10-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ America smiles as bravely as she can as she steps forward a bit. ]

Don't worry! I have this, after all... [ She pats the plastic thing on her back it doesn't actually do anything but let her believe. ]

So let's go! [ And she runs through, shivering a little once she gets to the other side. It's dark and cold. ]

[identity profile] beerjugs.livejournal.com 2011-10-26 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Prussia looks over her bare shoulder--she's dressed in the Rose Bride's gown Utena had inflicted on her accidentally a while back, for convenience-- at the clanking noise of the plastic, and sighs. ] If anything, you should run for help if they get us, America. [It's not an order, but somewhat of a request, before she marches forward in her shortened dress into the unwelcoming terrain. So far, she keeps pointedly away from the caves.]

Who wants to bet we'll find her in a castle? [She tries to lighten the mood.]