Main Campfire, Monday Morning
Ronan had gotten out of bed not long before midnight to take care of his apology to Buffy; he'd left a note for John in case the other woke up while he was gone, but this was definitely something he'd needed to do.
He'd prepared the spell over the last day, and it was a simple matter to release it onto Curupira cabin. Curupira was exactly the same as it had been -- except that, for twenty-four hours from midnight to midnight, it was going to be made of glitter. Or, well, a glittery material that would actually stay up, but. The inhabitants and their personal belongings weren't altered in any way, but the physical structure of the cabin and attached things like doors, faucets, and outlets were all glittery. Severely glittery. In a way that sparkled and shone.
His next work led him to the middle of the camp. When he was done, hanging over the main campfire pit were giant, sparkling letters. GIANT ones. Each about twice the height of Buffy.
It was now around 6AM, and Ronan was coming back out (again, leaving a note for John) to sit below the words, beside the campfire pit. He was wearing his typical black clothing, but the cloth glimmered like a captured starfield -- one might even say that it were glittery. And probably many people would.
He was waiting for Buffy to wake up, but truly anyone could come by and ask him, "WTF, man? Seriously, WTF?" He'll be here until his workshop second period.
(OOC: So this is Ronan's apology to Buffy. Here's hoping it saves him from repeated application of frying pan of DOOOOM. Wide open, as these posts tend to be. Also, the cabin will be glittery until midnight; the words will persist until then, as well. Feel free to mod whether or not your Curupira cabin member wakes up covered in glitter. Anything Ronan puts on all day will be glittery. Can it plz now be tiem for not maiming? :D )
(Also, posting now because I'm sick and I don't know how early I'd actually be able to post tomorrow and stuff. Not for Sunday's radio broadcast, but definitely fine for Monday's. I will be SP for the next little while.)
He'd prepared the spell over the last day, and it was a simple matter to release it onto Curupira cabin. Curupira was exactly the same as it had been -- except that, for twenty-four hours from midnight to midnight, it was going to be made of glitter. Or, well, a glittery material that would actually stay up, but. The inhabitants and their personal belongings weren't altered in any way, but the physical structure of the cabin and attached things like doors, faucets, and outlets were all glittery. Severely glittery. In a way that sparkled and shone.
His next work led him to the middle of the camp. When he was done, hanging over the main campfire pit were giant, sparkling letters. GIANT ones. Each about twice the height of Buffy.
It was now around 6AM, and Ronan was coming back out (again, leaving a note for John) to sit below the words, beside the campfire pit. He was wearing his typical black clothing, but the cloth glimmered like a captured starfield -- one might even say that it were glittery. And probably many people would.
He was waiting for Buffy to wake up, but truly anyone could come by and ask him, "WTF, man? Seriously, WTF?" He'll be here until his workshop second period.
(OOC: So this is Ronan's apology to Buffy. Here's hoping it saves him from repeated application of frying pan of DOOOOM. Wide open, as these posts tend to be. Also, the cabin will be glittery until midnight; the words will persist until then, as well. Feel free to mod whether or not your Curupira cabin member wakes up covered in glitter. Anything Ronan puts on all day will be glittery. Can it plz now be tiem for not maiming? :D )
(Also, posting now because I'm sick and I don't know how early I'd actually be able to post tomorrow and stuff. Not for Sunday's radio broadcast, but definitely fine for Monday's. I will be SP for the next little while.)