Patrollogs
(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jul 17 2024]
At the front entryway to a bungalow
Nestled between the tranquil forest and the sandy beach, this charming beachside bungalow beckons with its timeless allure. Its exterior, adorned in crisp white wood and featuring a cheerful yellow door, exudes coastal charm. The ground, lined with a blend of sand and natural bark, offers a sensory pathway from the peaceful woods to the shore. Extending eastward, the porch becomes a serene retreat, providing panoramic views that seamlessly blend the beauty of the forest with the endless horizon of the beach.
It is night, about 96F(35C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Tabitha," Solomon calls out. "Not going to answer the door?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"I do not," Solomon tells Tabitha. "But the moon is full, and that woman who was harassing people is a werewolf," he murmurs. "I thought I would -- check on you."
Tabitha rolls her eyes upward to the ceiling and picks up the spoon to rapidly start flapping it through whatever batter is in her bowl. "I don't need you to 'check on me'." She tuts her tongue at the roof of her mouth.
"Would you prefer I let a werewolf savage you?" Solomon wonders, going to find a place on the loveseat to watch Tabitha. "What sort of cake are you baking?"
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Solomon, sending him flying.
Tabitha opens her mouth to say something to Solomon about what he's suggested, lifting the spoon, coated in chocolate batter at him. Those words are lost when the lightening lashes through her home and strikes Solomon right in his chest. She giggles, instead.
Lightning staggers Solomon back, and there is some kind of low oath. "I am afflicted," he tells her, his voice low. "Some curse dogs me," he says, rising with a little smoke rising off his brows. He eyes Tabitha. "Don't laugh at me," he says to her. "I'll put you over my knee, Tabitha."
"You're a pig," Tabitha says to Solomon about that. Those oceanic eyes squint at Solomon. "I laugh because it tickles me to see you near knocked out of your boots. It should happen to you more often." She flicks her finger across the spoon in order to give her work a little taste. She does not assist Solomon in his little affliction. "If you start vomitting snakes though..."
Solomons Decursing Attempt 240718
(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jul 17 2024]
At the front entryway to a bungalow
Nestled between the tranquil forest and the sandy beach, this charming beachside bungalow beckons with its timeless allure. Its exterior, adorned in crisp white wood and featuring a cheerful yellow door, exudes coastal charm. The ground, lined with a blend of sand and natural bark, offers a sensory pathway from the peaceful woods to the shore. Extending eastward, the porch becomes a serene retreat, providing panoramic views that seamlessly blend the beauty of the forest with the endless horizon of the beach.
It is night, about 96F(35C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Tabitha," Solomon calls out. "Not going to answer the door?"
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"I do not," Solomon tells Tabitha. "But the moon is full, and that woman who was harassing people is a werewolf," he murmurs. "I thought I would -- check on you."
Tabitha rolls her eyes upward to the ceiling and picks up the spoon to rapidly start flapping it through whatever batter is in her bowl. "I don't need you to 'check on me'." She tuts her tongue at the roof of her mouth.
"Would you prefer I let a werewolf savage you?" Solomon wonders, going to find a place on the loveseat to watch Tabitha. "What sort of cake are you baking?"
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Solomon, sending him flying.
Tabitha opens her mouth to say something to Solomon about what he's suggested, lifting the spoon, coated in chocolate batter at him. Those words are lost when the lightening lashes through her home and strikes Solomon right in his chest. She giggles, instead.
Lightning staggers Solomon back, and there is some kind of low oath. "I am afflicted," he tells her, his voice low. "Some curse dogs me," he says, rising with a little smoke rising off his brows. He eyes Tabitha. "Don't laugh at me," he says to her. "I'll put you over my knee, Tabitha."
"You're a pig," Tabitha says to Solomon about that. Those oceanic eyes squint at Solomon. "I laugh because it tickles me to see you near knocked out of your boots. It should happen to you more often." She flicks her finger across the spoon in order to give her work a little taste. She does not assist Solomon in his little affliction. "If you start vomitting snakes though..."