4th day, 2 week, 4th month
Prime Sun "12 PM" (Second Sun Aurora-Haze)
The BarrensBGM The Ride (night) - "Magic," Olivia Newton-John
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnkHf069fvABGM Upcoming PlaylistThe Mellow (dawn) - "Sailing," Christopher Cross
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEO6gYCFbr0The Comedown (morning) - "Avalon," Roxy Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpA_5a0miWkSomewhere in The BarrensSalt-Flat Cargo CatamaranEveryone{As the night spills into a somnambulism-suffused synchronicity, the Jukebox Imps are first on the uptake with a strutting bass and plucky treble. The torchlight crooning pours in and wraps around all of you a warmth that complements the desert's cooling turn.}BGM - "Magic," Olivia Newton-John
Whatever drug these GNAATS you are now stuck on is, it's currently changing your sensations to a supremely confident and capable version of you.
{"Come take my hand, You should know me, I've always been in your mind, You know I will be kind, I'll be guiding you..."} The stars and aurora-lit neon clouds, that would otherwise be hidden ink blots in the night sky, stage the distant peaks of the
Eastern Borderlands. Together with the ship's
LuminOrbs lighting little more than the ship and onrushing ground a delicious disorientation plays. 'Destination afar' and 'Journeymen here' floats speedily in naught but the black 'Unknown between'. Maybe this is what flying feels like.
{"Building your dream, Has to start now, There"s no other road to take, You won't make a mistake, I'll be guiding you..."}A ridge pops up to your ship's right and rises, "running" alongside your ship. Set even a second off during the afternoon could have careened the craft upon this rocky shoal among salt plains. Whoever is involved is guiding you all indeed.
And a boulder crashes to your ship's left, rocking the catamaran!
The
LuminOrbs send shadows dancing dizzily in their sway. Before anyone's recovery a roar crashes around you... and then follows a worse swaying! It nearly capsizes the boat, the craft rocks violently!
In the vessel's dancing lights, listing to and fro through racing darkness, a 13 foot tall horned humanoid the color and texture of polished brass stands laughing holding a skull-capped maul greater than an equs! A
Salt Devil, an
Enim! It booms,
"Hello, dinner."{"You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way..."}[OOC: Surprise Round Over.]Round 1[OOC: Tell me what you are doing.]