A. Strangers in a Strange Land [ This wasn’t supposed to happen - not the most reassuring greeting Piper’s ever heard. She remembers saying yes, but her eyes are wide as she takes in the large hall and the mismatched furniture. (It’s like some weird… medieval… cafeteria?) Cafeterias have never been good places for her, and despite all she’s learned the past year, Piper’s shoulders curl in on themselves a little. She’s got a lot of practice at working to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, and old habits die hard. Her gaze flits around the room briefly, marking spots where potential trouble could come from (see them laughing over there? why are they laughing?) before it drops to the floor in front of her. Then she raises her head - accommodating them never made them stop -- and goes to get her serving of porridge. Feel free to: 1. Overhear her asking politely, “Excuse me - this is just oatmeal, right? I mean, there’s no meat in it?” 2. Standing beside you with her bowl of porridge and fruit, giving you a small smile, “Is this seat taken?” 3. Lingering. Definitely lingering to try and figure out how to approach the people who seem to be in charge here. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen.’ Piper wants to find out more about that. Then she’s going to go off and explore the parts of the Queen’s Residence to which Strangers have access, trying to figure out this new environment. ]
B. Death of a Councilwoman [ Piper was just barely getting used to this whole psychic thread thing - fortunately, ‘stop them from killing each other’ was a pretty clear directive, and she hurries to The Last Meal. When she arrives, the two sides have already swollen beyond the original witnesses to the scene, landen and Blood are intermingled in pockets, shouting and shoving - there’s so much anger and fear in the room, it’s oppressive.
What do they want? What can I use?
Revenge, justice, violence -- to feel safe again. To feel heard. She can work with that. Her glance meets another stranger who’s also trying to stand between the two fractions and she weaves a little bit of power into her voice, just enough to make sure when she speaks, she’ll have everyone’s attention. This situation is the sort where if it gets dire enough, Piper wouldn’t be above using Charmspeak to get them all to forcibly stop, go home, and cool off, but she knows it will be more permanent if she can get them to come to that conclusion on their own.
They don’t want to listen, they want to speak so-- ]
Please! [ And her Charmspeak enhanced word momentarily grabs everyone’s attention, but she’ll have to capitalize on that soon, and without Charmspeak if she doesn’t want those of the Blood who have a darker jewel than Opal to realize what’s going on. She leaves the power out of her words as she continues: Someone tell us what happened. A quick glance at the other Stranger. Piper doesn’t know what kind of justice system this world has and vows to find out as soon as possible, but she doesn’t want to lose her tenuous grasp on the ground by making an obvious (to them) misstep. ]
We’ll do all we can to help. We’ll make sure your voices are heard. But first we need one person at a time to tell us what happened.
[ ‘I’ll tell you what happened,’ a pale male member of the Blood spat out. ‘Those murdering bastards killed Coucilwoman Vera right in front of her family--’ ‘She got what she deserved!’ screamed a landen female. ‘Our children are freezing at night while she dines in luxury!’
There are murmurs, but no weapons are drawn yet as the Blood male turns to the landen female - at least right now they’re talking. Piper glances at the other Stranger, wanting to give the crowd a chance to hear from someone other than her, hoping the Strange will back her up and help keep them talking. ]
C. A Random Assortment [ Piper will be spending her first two weeks in the Queen’s Residence, but moving out shortly thereafter. As such, she’ll be easy to find 1) exploring the city, poking about at ruined houses 2) investigating the Guild Halls 3) getting really creeped out by the Ebon Council hall and deciding at the last minute not to go in there 4) attending early morning training sessions 5) practicing Craft in the garden (airwalking?? amazing??? how to.. get it… without falling on her face…) 6) researching at the library (she is not Annabeth, but this is how she was taught to prepare for a role from her father, and after receiving a tip from Prince Loren, she spends the better part of three days in there) 7) anywhere else, happy to write a prompt/roll with whatever, feel free to PM me or hit up my plurk @ somescribbles ]
Piper McLean | OTA
[ This wasn’t supposed to happen - not the most reassuring greeting Piper’s ever heard. She remembers saying yes, but her eyes are wide as she takes in the large hall and the mismatched furniture. (It’s like some weird… medieval… cafeteria?) Cafeterias have never been good places for her, and despite all she’s learned the past year, Piper’s shoulders curl in on themselves a little. She’s got a lot of practice at working to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, and old habits die hard. Her gaze flits around the room briefly, marking spots where potential trouble could come from (see them laughing over there? why are they laughing?) before it drops to the floor in front of her. Then she raises her head - accommodating them never made them stop -- and goes to get her serving of porridge. Feel free to:
1. Overhear her asking politely, “Excuse me - this is just oatmeal, right? I mean, there’s no meat in it?”
2. Standing beside you with her bowl of porridge and fruit, giving you a small smile, “Is this seat taken?”
3. Lingering. Definitely lingering to try and figure out how to approach the people who seem to be in charge here. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen.’ Piper wants to find out more about that. Then she’s going to go off and explore the parts of the Queen’s Residence to which Strangers have access, trying to figure out this new environment. ]
B. Death of a Councilwoman
[ Piper was just barely getting used to this whole psychic thread thing - fortunately, ‘stop them from killing each other’ was a pretty clear directive, and she hurries to The Last Meal. When she arrives, the two sides have already swollen beyond the original witnesses to the scene, landen and Blood are intermingled in pockets, shouting and shoving - there’s so much anger and fear in the room, it’s oppressive.
What do they want? What can I use?
Revenge, justice, violence -- to feel safe again. To feel heard. She can work with that. Her glance meets another stranger who’s also trying to stand between the two fractions and she weaves a little bit of power into her voice, just enough to make sure when she speaks, she’ll have everyone’s attention. This situation is the sort where if it gets dire enough, Piper wouldn’t be above using Charmspeak to get them all to forcibly stop, go home, and cool off, but she knows it will be more permanent if she can get them to come to that conclusion on their own.
They don’t want to listen, they want to speak so-- ]
Please! [ And her Charmspeak enhanced word momentarily grabs everyone’s attention, but she’ll have to capitalize on that soon, and without Charmspeak if she doesn’t want those of the Blood who have a darker jewel than Opal to realize what’s going on. She leaves the power out of her words as she continues: Someone tell us what happened. A quick glance at the other Stranger. Piper doesn’t know what kind of justice system this world has and vows to find out as soon as possible, but she doesn’t want to lose her tenuous grasp on the ground by making an obvious (to them) misstep. ]
We’ll do all we can to help. We’ll make sure your voices are heard. But first we need one person at a time to tell us what happened.
[ ‘I’ll tell you what happened,’ a pale male member of the Blood spat out. ‘Those murdering bastards killed Coucilwoman Vera right in front of her family--’
‘She got what she deserved!’ screamed a landen female. ‘Our children are freezing at night while she dines in luxury!’
There are murmurs, but no weapons are drawn yet as the Blood male turns to the landen female - at least right now they’re talking. Piper glances at the other Stranger, wanting to give the crowd a chance to hear from someone other than her, hoping the Strange will back her up and help keep them talking. ]
C. A Random Assortment
[ Piper will be spending her first two weeks in the Queen’s Residence, but moving out shortly thereafter. As such, she’ll be easy to find 1) exploring the city, poking about at ruined houses 2) investigating the Guild Halls 3) getting really creeped out by the Ebon Council hall and deciding at the last minute not to go in there 4) attending early morning training sessions 5) practicing Craft in the garden (airwalking?? amazing??? how to.. get it… without falling on her face…) 6) researching at the library (she is not Annabeth, but this is how she was taught to prepare for a role from her father, and after receiving a tip from Prince Loren, she spends the better part of three days in there) 7) anywhere else, happy to write a prompt/roll with whatever, feel free to PM me or hit up my plurk @ somescribbles ]