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event } the honk is coming from inside the ship
WHO: Everyone left behind on Navi.
WHAT: There’s a goose on the loose!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Feb. 20-March 13
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if the goose pecks through your skull, please make sure to fill out the death page.
Those of you who haven’t been swept off to a hell dimension may find that Navi is … unusually empty. Those links you had with your partner? It’s like they’ve just been shut off with the flick of a switch. Weird, right?
However, Navi’s halls are not exactly quieter for the emptiness. At first, you might think you’re imagining it, but soon enough, it becomes evident that there is something else on board this ship and it honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.
After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled, and there’s no one else around. Good thing you’re still here to help!
WHAT: There’s a goose on the loose!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Feb. 20-March 13
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if the goose pecks through your skull, please make sure to fill out the death page.
Those of you who haven’t been swept off to a hell dimension may find that Navi is … unusually empty. Those links you had with your partner? It’s like they’ve just been shut off with the flick of a switch. Weird, right?
However, Navi’s halls are not exactly quieter for the emptiness. At first, you might think you’re imagining it, but soon enough, it becomes evident that there is something else on board this ship and it honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.
After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled, and there’s no one else around. Good thing you’re still here to help!
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"All I gotta do is focus on the vest? Would it be more useful if I focused on its physical attributes or the emotional attachment I have for it?"
She's not sure how this is meant to work and just wants to get it right; that vest means too much to just be taken from her.
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And it's a bit of a relief that Sharon's asking questions that a genuine rather than dismissive. Jack tends to hear the latter type all too often; people have their - almost always erroneous - ideas about magick and witches.
"The real power behind magick is the intention," she explains. "Crystals, cards, candles - all that stuff's just a tool for focusing your intentions. I mean, they're neat things, but they don't have any real inherent power on their own. The person using them gives the tools the power by using them."
She holds out her free hand to Sharon. "When you've found your focus, take my hand."
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Sharon knew a little about magic: the commercialized, teenage girl sleepover Hollywood creation, and the magical school, and she knew a little more about the real thing, though they never called it magic. Jack's magick sounds more like what she'd read once in an occult magazine, though she had a feeling Jack knew more than the writer of that article.
Instinctively, Sharon's eyes slip shut as she thinks back to when she'd first seen the vest. Chris had taken her to the nearest mall to their new 'home'. It was one of the first things they did when they moved: find their meeting place if going home was too dangerous. It'd been in the window of one of those expensive stores, the ones she'd never have looked twice at, the ones where the employees would eye her warily if she dared to step past the detectors, but the white leather stood out against their classy black backdrop. She'd even dared to get a closer look but then she spotted that price tag: 400. For a fucking vest. She didn't feel disappointment, honestly, because she'd expected it.
She never hoped for things like that.
Chris had noticed her looking and asked if she'd liked it. Sharon remembered laughing at him and giving him an eye roll as she asked him if she seemed the type to shop there (ugh, yuck dad come on).
He knew, though. He could always see through her.
Sharon reaches out to take Jack's hand then, her heart tight in her chest. All over a vest.