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seasonsrpg2025-01-04 10:54 pm
godofdust) wrote in seasonsrpg2025-01-04 10:54 pm
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[open semi-mingle]
WHO: Guizhong & OPEN
WHAT: Calling all mechanically minded, curious, or people who just want to get their hands dirty. Feel free to tag around if you like!
WHEN: Early January
WHERE: Guizhong's Teapot (in her apartment)
WARNINGS: TBC
People venturing to Guizhong's apartment following this post would find the door opens when they knock as if by some kind of automated system. In the centre of the almost eeriely tidy room is a coffee table with a large, ornately decorated teapot in the centre.
Touching the teapot would prompt an immediate sensation of being tugged and then falling, the room around the individual blurring and shifting until they are standing in the middle of a small platform of soft green grass that is slightly elevated above several far larger, also floating, platforms. Each platform is connected by a bridge of golden light marked with sigils, which are entirely solid when stepped on.
The reason for the tidiness of the apartment is fairly obvious from the outset. All of the mess is in here.
Scattered between two of the several floating islands is a veritable hoard of scrap and mechanical pieces. Some of it appears to be half-constructed into projects and then left unfinished. The airship that Guizhong spent so long trying to get her hands on takes pride of place on the first island and is halfway stripped down to its bare bones, with the inside and engine on full display.
Anyone coming in gets a cheerful wave from Guizhong herself from somewhere on said airship, as she pops her head up to see who just came in.
"Oh, uh, hello! Make yourself at home!"
WHAT: Calling all mechanically minded, curious, or people who just want to get their hands dirty. Feel free to tag around if you like!
WHEN: Early January
WHERE: Guizhong's Teapot (in her apartment)
WARNINGS: TBC
People venturing to Guizhong's apartment following this post would find the door opens when they knock as if by some kind of automated system. In the centre of the almost eeriely tidy room is a coffee table with a large, ornately decorated teapot in the centre.
Touching the teapot would prompt an immediate sensation of being tugged and then falling, the room around the individual blurring and shifting until they are standing in the middle of a small platform of soft green grass that is slightly elevated above several far larger, also floating, platforms. Each platform is connected by a bridge of golden light marked with sigils, which are entirely solid when stepped on.
The reason for the tidiness of the apartment is fairly obvious from the outset. All of the mess is in here.
Scattered between two of the several floating islands is a veritable hoard of scrap and mechanical pieces. Some of it appears to be half-constructed into projects and then left unfinished. The airship that Guizhong spent so long trying to get her hands on takes pride of place on the first island and is halfway stripped down to its bare bones, with the inside and engine on full display.
Anyone coming in gets a cheerful wave from Guizhong herself from somewhere on said airship, as she pops her head up to see who just came in.
"Oh, uh, hello! Make yourself at home!"
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When Boothill is the one who shows up, she is somehow both surprised and not. He's curious enough, she thinks, and yet she had wondered if his natural wariness would hold him back. What he says makes her laugh, though, and she hops down to the ground to run over so she can greet him properly.
"A warning? Do you think I should put up a placard?" She grins up at him. As usual with her moments of silliness, it's hard to tell if she's being serious or not. "Come now, you don't think I'd put anyone in danger, do you? At least... not without warning, and definitely not on purpose."
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But, then he gestured to all the stuff around them. "So, what is this place? Is this where you do most of you're inventin'?"
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"It is! I would take up space outside, but the look of dismay on my dear Morax's face when he walked in to find me dismantling a microwave on the coffee table prompted me to create somewhere a little more private."