SO BELOW - EVENT LOG

[pluviosamods]

SO BELOW

With a slightly bump that can be felt throughout the ship, progress levels out. The skies above are threatening rain, but there aren't any drops falling from the sky... Yet.

Not that you'd know it, looking out the windows. A foreign ocean stands outside, on the other side of the glass - the ghost of an ocean, long gone from the truth of this world.

Just like so many other things, which have become visible to those who are willing to pay attention.

This is the event log for SO BELOW. Information for the first part of the Event (days 15 and 16) can be found here, along with sign-up options for the second part of the event.

Comments

Pubby please come inside, rain scary

[doomed_gambler]

Something loosens in Aventurine's chest when Argenti turns to look at him and laughs, sounding completely normal. Well. Normal for Argenti. When he moves the hair out of his eyes, Aventurine sees a clear gaze. No illness, no ghostly influence as far as he can see.

Which should be all of it. He's fine. He's fine. And yet Aventurine finds himself wringing his bandaged hands, a poker chip biting into his palm, too distracted to flip it around.

"What could you 'garner' from rain, it's rain! It's wet! You're getting soaked, isn't that uncomfortable?" he calls out, trying to muster a teasing smile but ending up with more of a...belligerent whine. "I don't-- y-you shouldn't be out there!"

In the back of his mind he knows this is silly. Argenti is fine. Everyone is fine but for the life of him he cannot turn off the alarm blaring danger in his head.

A Pause.

[beautyyearningknight]

Argenti's expression falls back into something more solemn and thoughtful as his gaze turns back up to the sky, fingers falling from his face slightly, "... I'm not entirely sure... it was merely a fanciful idea I suppose," he sighs, discouraged.

He brightens back up a little bit at Aventurine's question, "Maybe in some situations it would cause discomfort, but I don't mind it at all right this instance." He turns his head back up towards the sky. "Its... soothing.

He's about to respond again when he stops. Aventurine... his tone was... desperate. It'd moved past fear and deep into something far more worried. He seemed to be trying to play it off, his smile twisting on his face with blatant concern, failing entirely at its original purpose.

Argenti turns to face him entirely, no longer smiling, worry and concern at Aventurine's obvious fear, "... I am alright, I can assure you of that Aventurine." He says quietly, softly, his tone gentle. He ignored the truth that he probably should not be out at the moment yes, this was more important, "The rain will do me no harm."

He took a few steps closer to where Aventurine was, softly smiling. Projecting confidence in his stance.

Frick said I'd go to bed but then had idea-

[doomed_gambler]

Soothing? ...Perhaps it was once, for him too. Rain was a blessing in Sigonia after all. He remembers even playing in it with his sister, once they collected all they'd need. He remembers listening to it patter on their tent, curled up as she told stories.

All of that drowned in the floods of that day.

Argenti sees through him, and of course he does. Aventurine tried so hard to teach him to have a good poker face, and look at him now. Barely keeping it together over some rain. His nerves feel frazzled and raw, lacerated like his hands...

And yet Argenti is not hurt. He's still there. The rain is not flooding or washing him away. In fact it may be hard to do so, with how tall he is. The knight takes some steps toward him. Aventurine's mouth presses into a thin line, and then he works up a smile again, with...a little more success in the face of Argenti's confidence.

"I know that...it's just water. Of course it wouldn't hurt. It's. It's silly." While his smile is better, he can't completely hide the tremor from his voice. He takes some steps toward the doorway as well, shoulders taut, near vibrating with nervous energy. He can't...make himself go any further. Stupid. Stupid. They're on a ship for crying out loud, not on Sigonia, no one is going anywhere--