Petal 04 -- Open to Action

[shylyintrepid]

[The IM opens on a Jehan out by the bonfire]

Ah, with everything that's happening to everyone, I thought it might be nice to make something comforting? So I've made a lot of tea and some baked apples, if anyone wants some. I'll be out here or on my cabin's porch.

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[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan leaves and returns with the bottle and a drachma]

I'll spray, you try to reach him.

[thewindything]

[John does as he's told.]

[He doesn't say it out loud, but he thinks it very clearly. Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow. Please accept my offering.]

Show me Maple Valley, Washington. Show me my Dad.

[The Message seems to be sort of confused. But it does show John's house. It's still, no one seems to be home. John bites his lip.]

[shylyintrepid]

Iris, please? Show us Monsieur Egbert.

[thewindything]

[The message shifts. This time it shows the kitchen- the kitchen looks like a bomb went off in it. There's broken cabinets, gashes in the counter with everything strung out all over the place. While there seemed to be a copious amount of flour and other cooking debris, nothing really could cover up the amount of blood everywhere. An obvious fight broke out.

The Kitchen is covered in police tape and there's a gaping hole in the side of the wall leading to the outside.]

[The color drains from John's face and he forgets how to breathe. It's like someone dropped him in the river Styx.]

That- That still isn't my dad, where is my dad?

[The IM shifts again, this time it's the inside of a morgue. John stands up and abruptly trips and falls over whatever he was sitting on.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Thankfully he doesn't fall in the fire. Jehan catches him, letting the feed end.]

Dear gods...

[thewindything]

No, no, no, no, fuck that!

[Sorry if a current of static hits you when you touch him, Jehan.]

[shylyintrepid]

Ow!

[He lets go, jumping back]

John, calm down! You hurt me!

[thewindything]

[Calm down? That was a lot easier to say than do. Especially when he just saw proof that the ghost wasn't fucking with him? No matter how much he wanted to believe it was all a horrible joke.]

[Thunder claps over head.]

It's wrong, the message is wrong!

[shylyintrepid]

John, it's not! Iris never lies, you know that! I'm sorry, but you need to calm down before you do something you'll regret!

[He calls out]

Help!

[unstinting]

[Alcuin's been over on the other side of the campfire, but he hears the thunder and then Jehan's voice and he is not going to let his friend get hurt.

And now that he's determined to use every weapon he can, he has to master his charmspeak too. That thought goes through his head in an instant before he's rising, raising his voice so it can be heard, trying to push all his force of will into it.]

John, calm down.

[thewindything]

[John's emotions are a little too hectic for that to work right off the bat. He's upset, angry and in shock and sadly having powers like atmokinesis leads to that being a very destructive combination.]

[The wind is kicking up around them and it thunders loudly again.]

No, screw that, screw everything!

[shylyintrepid]

The only thing we're going to screw at this rate is the camp! John, calm down. Your father wouldn't want this, would he?

[unstinting]

[His first attempt didn't work, that's fine. He's not very skilled with this yet. He takes a deep breath and finds the still, quiet place inside him and he tries to put that calm into his words, along with the urge to obey him.]

John, you're going to break something. You need to calm down. This won't help.

[thewindything]

[That ....That actually did something. Between Jehan's words and Alcuin's powers John suddenly feels a lot of his steam run out. The emotions are still there but it's like someone sucked the air out of his sails. The wind starts to die down but he doesn't really look like he's back home.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan reaches for him again, hoping not to get shocked]

You can be mad, John. It's okay. But don't do anything stupid. Don't wreck the camp.

[unstinting]

[Alcuin relaxes slightly, feeling the wind around them die. He helped- he did something, anyway. He can let Jehan do the rest.]

Just... be careful.

[He sits down, feeling suddenly even more tired than he was before. That took more energy than he expected.]

[thewindything]

[There, now he's tired and upset and his powers just sort of die all together.]

[He falls to his knees with a harsh thump and stares at the ground.]