{ open | event, and for the month! }

[blackmagus]

THE WEEK OF THE TRIFFIDS |

It's Jazz who notices that things aren't as they should be, a fact which he'd certainly try to parade around if he could speak. As it happens, he spots something amiss as Fortescue is on a morning walk into the city. Movement snakes at the corner of his green eyes, and he shifts on Fortescue's shoulders to watch it. She pays no mind, humming a bit of The Magic Flute; he watches birds in the same manner.

But she absolutely notices when a section of vine suddenly extends from a planter and wraps around her ankle, yanking her off of her feet. Jazz leaps to safety, snarling and hissing, keeping his distance as he was trained to do.

Fortescue, meanwhile, grits her teeth and taps into her pyromancy. Flames dance along her skin, avoiding her skin but not the vines that are trying to drag her bodily into the planter for... whatever the vines are attached to. She isn't too certain.

"Oh, just get off," she manages. The vines make a whining sound -- how on Earth or any other world do plants make sounds? -- and retreat, but not before a section of one burns off. Fortescue doesn't get up immediately, watching with narrowed eyes. "...just where did you..."

The thought is abandoned as two more sections of plant life suddenly lurch out, one around her right wrist and one around her other ankle. Fortescue's yanked a few more feet along before she huffs out an angry, "All right then," and ignites all of her body. This time, though it hurts the vines the same, the plant seems just as angry and sends out as many vines as she can burn. A deeper noise starts coming out of the planter, something bigger wriggling forward -- something which looks like a person-sized, yellow bulb.

THE THINGS FROM ANOTHER WORLD |

When she isn't being grabbed by enthusiastic greenery, and when other people aren't, Fortescue can be found in the library looking at cookbooks. She's curious about other things she could make which would be feasible for a beginning cook, and the library does have a good selection. Jazz lounges in the sun on the floor, often right in the way of other readers. Some of her experiments are done in the temple's kitchen as well as her own, and when they turn out well she sets them out in offering to those who still bunk down in the temple. She's experimenting with various pasta dishes, slowly amping up the difficulty.

She can also be found in the temple training rooms ever so often, dressed simply and taking out any excessive energy on a punching bag. Everything about her form and stance indicates a seasoned fighter. Jazz curls on the shoulders of a training dummy, and purrs smugly at anyone who approaches it and needs to use it.

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[panicswitched]

The moment she realized something funky was going on again, Ashley has been prowling around Teleios to see if she can figure out what's causing this and how to stop it. If she finds anyone who needs help... well, that's just a bonus. She's had to deal with a couple of them herself, but with her super-healing and super-strength, not to mention the deadly talons, the plants aren't much of a threat. Annoying, definitely, but she isn't worried.

This probably means she's not going to stay unharmed for long, but oh well.

Whatever the case, she comes up on Fortescue at a bad time. "Seriously? That's peachy." Peachy keen. Hurrying forward, she slices at the vines, letting her talons rip right through them. This doesn't really help much aside from make the vines angrier. Ashley just stares.

"You have got to be kidding."

kitchen;

[last_ofthe_jedi]

While he's certainly no expert, Luke's managed to really improve his own cooking skills through simple necessity. After that, he started to enjoy it, especially when he gets to cook for someone else and especially when that someone is Fortescue. Doing things for her in general is something he likes to keep up.

Fortescue learning how to cook for herself does take away some opportunities Luke may have to impress her, but it also seems to open up new ones. For example, he can now teach her the tricks he's learned.

Or he can stand around and be an incredibly unhelpful troll. Pasta's quite easy, but there's a lot of waiting around for water to boil involved. During such a time, Luke leans with his elbows on a counter, watching, and tells Fortescue, "Don't burn the water."

It's rather difficult for him to hide the smirk at the corner of his mouth.

[destinysbitch]

Wesley was tired of being attacked by plants, and had taken refuge in the library as well. He was trying to come up with a few recipes of his own, to surprise his mom, in thanks for being there for him. He was an amateur when it came to cooking, though, other than things like... well, haunches of meat, so he was looking for something simple.

Spotting her, and Jazz, when he was looking through the stacks, he gave a small smile and wave. "Afternoon."

[spellpower]

By now, Neria's come to expect this sort of thing, and she comes prepared. On the lookout for people in trouble, she picks up the sounds of a struggle and rushes around the corner, skidding to a stop by Fortescue's side. The flames actually don't surprise her, and if anything, her look towards them is filled with longing. Her magic is something she hasn't asked to have returned yet. There were more important things...

But right now, she'll do what she can to help this mage since even her fire doesn't seem to be stopping the vines. Whipping out a dagger, she slices through vines as quickly as they reach out.

"Can you get to your feet before more grab you?" she asks hurriedly, attacking each new tendril that snakes out. She also sees the bulb in the middle, and whatever it is, she's prepared to stab it if need be.

[borneinblood]

Altruism isn't something that Druitt is much inclined to. But he is an old hand at violence, and for all that having to deal with rampaging plant life is a little outside the scope of the usual, for him he figures it's best to take what he can get. Besides, the pair of swords he's brought back from the Arena will be just as good for this as anything else, and fewer people are likely to complain about him working out any latent aggression on a bit of over-active vegetation than anything else.

(He might not be against the idea of sparring, but it's not really the same, in the long run.)

He happens across Fortescue just as she sets herself on fire, and for all that he's known more than a few people with unusual abilities (himself included) that isn't one that he can say he's seen much, before. There are elementals, yes, but those are really more to do with the embodiment of an element as opposed to someone who can simply bend it to their will, as seems to be the case here.

"Impressive."