(open) wind's howling

[decoctions]

● WHO: geralt & all
● WHAT: event open post, closed starters, & monthly catch-all
● WHEN: throughout june
● WHERE: anywhere!
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, violence

i. wind's howling. (rain)

[ When the rain starts, Geralt is glad he'd had the forethought to weatherproof his little campsite. It comes in starts at first, at times even while the sun is still shining, but when the storm really rolls in, it pours nonstop from the darkened sky. There's so much water all at once that Geralt worries about flooding, but the soil seems to be porous enough, thankfully, to soak up much of the water. Still, it means an uncomfortable day and night of hunkering down to wait out the weather.

Used to living outdoors, Geralt accepts it as an inevitable inconvenience; he's got blankets, a mattress on a tall (if shoddy) bedframe, a fire built in one part of the half-collapsed building he's set up in, and makeshift canvas tarps laid out on the floor and beneath the roof of one of the more intact rooms. Roach, his horse and such a constant in his life that the Augur had apparently thought to bring her here with him, is tethered near the fire to keep her warm and relatively dry.

Out of necessity Geralt ventures out at least once while the rain is heaviest, retrieving a bucket he'd put out to collect clean water for both himself and Roach and pluck up some of the grass that's already started to sprout for her to munch on. If anything could convince him to brave this miserable weather, it's caring for his horse.

But he isn't the only one out. Eyes narrowing to see through the gloom and the water cascading from the sky, Geralt approaches. ]

You trying to catch your death out here?

[ His low growl might be hard to hear over the pounding of rain against the ground, so he gets closer, nodding his head back in the direction of his camp. ]

Come on. Got somewhere warm to sleep, if you want.

ii. after the storm (plants, love darts)

[ There is plenty to be done in the aftermath of the rain. Shelters need to be repaired, supplies need to be gathered, and all of this new growth of flora needs to be investigated. With a pretty extensive knowledge of flowers, plants, root, and berries, he's looking for anything that might be familiar or prove useful, whether to create decoctions, blade oils, simpler poultices, or just to eat. A lot of the plants, especially the flowering ones, are entirely new to him. Given his experiences so far he hadn't exactly expected to find a whole lot he'd recognize, but some of these things are so strange-looking that he has to take his time examining them.

Footsteps nearby make him turn instinctively toward whoever might be drawing closer, and as he moves, so does the plant he'd been looking at. Whether with a cloud of pollen, a spray of nectar, or the shooting of a sharp burr, Geralt stumbles back a step with a snarl. ]

Shit. Careful.

[ It's as much a self-admonishment as it is a warning. He has no idea what these things are capable of. While he's immune to most known poisons and toxins, that doesn't mean he won't have a really bad time of it anyway if something proves to be particularly concentrated.

The effects of these plants are varied, from a simple but fast-acting aphrodisiac dart to a nerve-stimulating pollen that draws pleasure out of even the simplest touches to a nectar that brings out baser instincts. ]

iii. wildcard

( open to robot fights--with planning!--and options for other plants apart from passionfruit. open to gen for all, smut for characters 21+. if you're going for smut and we haven't discussed it already, please pm or leave a comment here so we can iron things out. )

 

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wind's howling

[covertness]

[ bobbi's settled in a small place that she's managed to largely waterproof, but the unfortunate truth is that she's managed to do that, but not to stockpile enough food to wait out a storm —and so when the rain starts but isn't quite a downpour yet, she ventures out in the hopes of getting food and drinkable water for the place.

what she gets instead is a veritable rainstorm, plastering her hair to her head and soaking her clothes. she's got some rations tucked away under her jacket, at least, so the trip wasn't for nothing, but when geralt offers his camp, much closer than the place she's calling her own now, she's glad not to have to keep going. glad, too, that it's someone she already knows (biblically, at least).

so she gives him a thumbs up, shouting over the storm - ] Thank you.

[ she'll repeat the same thing, at a more normal volume, once they're inside, the rain beating hard against the roof and the canvas spanned beneath it but not onto their heads anymore. bobbi reaches up to wipe some water from her face, to push her hair back. ]

I appreciate the rescue.

[decoctions]

[ Despite the rain Geralt recognizes her at once. He's good with faces, and would have known hers even if they hadn't spent time together as they had. With her permission, he leads her back to his house--the camp he's made inside the ruins of a a half-collapsed house, that is. He pushes wet strands of white hair away from his face as he turns toward her, acknowledging her thanks with a nod. ]

Glad you were nearby. It'd be hard to find your way back in this. [ Back to wherever she's been staying lately, he means.

There's a fire burning in a makeshift pit beneath the overhang of the roof, smoke escaping past the tarp. On the far side of the fire against the wall, Roach stands idle. Geralt goes to her before even removing his wet clothes. He sets the bucket he'd been carrying on the ground, kneeling to fill his waterskin from it before he leaves the rest for his horse. ]

Got enough fuel to keep the fire going all night.