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thisavrou_log2016-05-05 05:14 pm
inruins) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-05 05:14 pm
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[Open] Fill my heart with song
Who: Toriel & you!
When: May 4th - May 20th
Where: Around the ship.
What: Catch all for May. Child wrangling, talking with friends and waking up from Cryo.
Warnings: Baked goods, parental fussing, possible angst.
[A - A Parental touch - Open to teens/kids - May 4th - 14th]
"Ah, here you are-" Whatever peace of mind one had before Toriel's arrival is broken by the boss monster approaching their lunch table in the mess hall.
There is no escape as Toriel settles down across from her unsuspecting victim. "I've been looking for you, dear. I just wanted to see how you're doing today."
For anyone whose dealt with Toriel, it is clear enough she's going to launch into fussing at whomever she's settled down across from.
She squints a little at their lunch tray. "I hope you're eating your vegetables."
[B - Hello, hello - Open to all - May 13th]
The hustle and bustle of people visiting the planet to go home briefly leaves the ship oddly quiet. Toriel takes that time to make herself at home in the kitchen. Her shift isn't today but-
but she still finds herself working on baked goods. With magic she worries a little less about supplies, it means she doesn't waste power from the burners or gas from the stove.
Anyone who enter the mess hall will smell the scent of freshly baked cookies. Alongside hear the soft singing from the kitchen. Those who venture forth will find a tray of cookies already out, another likely to come out in a moment.
"Oh!" It takes Toriel a moment realize she isn't alone, she offers a friendly smile. "Would you like a cookie, dear? I went a bit overboard with them."
[C - Waking up - Open - May 20th]
The strangest part is waking up when she doesn't remember falling asleep. Beyond the initial panic of being contained in some kind of pod and gentle reassurances from the medical staff, Toriel feels- odd. It takes some time before the medical staff let her leave on her own. Tests, checks and insistence she return if she feels faint again.
By the time they're done, Toriel is relieved to be out in the hallway. She exhales slowly, closing her eyes for a moment to recenter herself. Many thoughts collide at once, leaving her unsteadier than she started.
The boss monster forces herself forward, walking down the hallway. Initially her steps are unsteady, but she corrects it quickly enough. In privacy she can think this over, reason out how or why she had gotten ill. Now was not really the time.
Toriel herself is hard to miss, given her height and current demeanor she seems intent on just getting as far as she can from the medical wing. In her hurry she nearly bumps into someone. Her expression is pinched but apologetic.
"My apologies, I am in a bit of a rush."
When: May 4th - May 20th
Where: Around the ship.
What: Catch all for May. Child wrangling, talking with friends and waking up from Cryo.
Warnings: Baked goods, parental fussing, possible angst.
[A - A Parental touch - Open to teens/kids - May 4th - 14th]
"Ah, here you are-" Whatever peace of mind one had before Toriel's arrival is broken by the boss monster approaching their lunch table in the mess hall.
There is no escape as Toriel settles down across from her unsuspecting victim. "I've been looking for you, dear. I just wanted to see how you're doing today."
For anyone whose dealt with Toriel, it is clear enough she's going to launch into fussing at whomever she's settled down across from.
She squints a little at their lunch tray. "I hope you're eating your vegetables."
[B - Hello, hello - Open to all - May 13th]
The hustle and bustle of people visiting the planet to go home briefly leaves the ship oddly quiet. Toriel takes that time to make herself at home in the kitchen. Her shift isn't today but-
but she still finds herself working on baked goods. With magic she worries a little less about supplies, it means she doesn't waste power from the burners or gas from the stove.
Anyone who enter the mess hall will smell the scent of freshly baked cookies. Alongside hear the soft singing from the kitchen. Those who venture forth will find a tray of cookies already out, another likely to come out in a moment.
"Oh!" It takes Toriel a moment realize she isn't alone, she offers a friendly smile. "Would you like a cookie, dear? I went a bit overboard with them."
[C - Waking up - Open - May 20th]
The strangest part is waking up when she doesn't remember falling asleep. Beyond the initial panic of being contained in some kind of pod and gentle reassurances from the medical staff, Toriel feels- odd. It takes some time before the medical staff let her leave on her own. Tests, checks and insistence she return if she feels faint again.
By the time they're done, Toriel is relieved to be out in the hallway. She exhales slowly, closing her eyes for a moment to recenter herself. Many thoughts collide at once, leaving her unsteadier than she started.
The boss monster forces herself forward, walking down the hallway. Initially her steps are unsteady, but she corrects it quickly enough. In privacy she can think this over, reason out how or why she had gotten ill. Now was not really the time.
Toriel herself is hard to miss, given her height and current demeanor she seems intent on just getting as far as she can from the medical wing. In her hurry she nearly bumps into someone. Her expression is pinched but apologetic.
"My apologies, I am in a bit of a rush."
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"I am," he assures her. "I like vegetables." He doesn't seem to have gotten started on them yet, though. Actually, it appears he's going pretty slow on the whole eating thing. He's been sitting here for a little while now, and he's barely touched his food. He's certainly working on it, gradually carving a path through it.
If she examines Link himself more closely, she'll be able to notice he's sporting some new bruises and cuts, too. They're well on their way towards healing, but they're very much there.
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"I am not sure what you have encountered, young one- but if I may I can ease the pain to some degree." Healing magic comes naturally to her, not as easy as controlling her fire magic- but she can always feel it thrumming through her soul. "I have healing magic and if you are alright with it I can heal you to some extent."
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Something else has him hesitating, though. Does he want to tell her...? It's strange. Now that it's over, he feels almost like it'd be more okay to talk about it. The weight that's been lifted from his shoulders, that much is expected. But he isn't used to feeling okay with talking about things like this.
After a moment, he decides to try it out. Slowly, he says, "I went through the Ingress. There was something important I had to do. A lot of people were counting on me." That's... simplifying it, alright. But even so, he's trying to work out how to put it into words, and it shows.
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She raises her hands gently, palms facing Link. "This will feel a bit odd." She warns, with that the child will likely feel a comforting warmth settling over him. The magic offers an easy comfort, slowly working on healing bruises and scrapes that it can.
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He guesses it is odd.
He's so distracted that he doesn't say anything until she's done. Luckily, the scrapes were leftovers, the few things he couldn't manage to take care of on his own with a potion back in Termina, so it isn't difficult for all of it to be healed.
"Thank you." He stares down at his food for a moment. He isn't even sure where to start. Maybe if he leaves out the details, it'll be easier. "Before I came here... I was in a land named Termina. And it was in trouble. I had the power to save them. And I almost did. But the Ingress pulled me in before I could." His gaze sombers, his shoulders sagging with the memory.