[Crackplot] Let there be light

[big_bad_melkor]

It has been a time since the Mansion experienced any type of trouble. By the Dark Lord's account, the Crafty Vala's, far too long. From the void where He is confined, He observes, awaits an opportunity. His armies may be amassing, or not, He is not ready for an onslaught just yet

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[death_dawg]

They call this time of year the dog days, mostly because Sirius, the "dog star" rises with the sun, but the weather plays hob on the canines enduring it.

Jacquel might be used to warm weather, but not a stubborn sun that's refusing to set. Right now, he's laying on the tile floor of the entry way, panting.

"Ra, ask Shu to give yer boat a puff of wind: I think yer becalmed," he mutters.

[digging_giza]

Daniel, thankfully, came in with that head cover we've all come to cherish, so at least he's not going to get an insulation.

He's been keeping track of time, though, these past twenty-four hours: he's still trying to figure out his bearings, and the sun did set quite a bit earlier than it seems to want to this time. He's stepping out, cautiously, to investigate, when he hears the voice, without in fact realizing it's the dog talking.

So he'll just turn around, startled.

Ra? Ra's dead. He knows. He was there.

[death_dawg]

And there's a smallish black dog, possibly a jackal-basenji mix, lying on the tile floor, flopped out like he's trying to impersonate a rug, his tongue lolling out, panting.

"Yeah, that was me, ...bitching about the heat, if you'll pardon the pun," the dog says, in a surprisingly deep (though certainly not the echoey, bombastic tone of a certain entity in a hood), and more surprisingly human voice. "Who stopped the sun moving? Anyone know?"

[digging_giza]

Let's be honest: at this very moment, Daniel is absolutely certain that he is hallucinating. It's quite hot, and there is a dog talking to him.

Who was talking to, of all people, Ra, a moment ago.

And the sun is fixed in the sky. Okay, okay, this is probably some sort of vision quest, like what Shefu inflicted on him. Okay. He can do this.

Just go with it, Daniel.

"It looks like a solar anomaly," he replies to the... dog? entity? "... I saw a sun die once, though it didn't look like this."

Pause.

"You spoke to Ra."

[winterfell_lady]

[umpteenthdream]

She may or may not have had an awkward conversation with Muraki - at the very minimum she had an awkward moment of staring at his back.

It bothers her more than she's willing to admit, and there will be no sleep tonight, so she was looking for something to do with herself.

Cairn's crying is what draws her to this area, and she finds herself knocking.

"Is everything alright?"

I would assume Daddy went off to make sure everyone was okay? He may show up later.

[winterfell_lady]

[umpteenthdream]

Helen's face fills with compassion.

"Poor little man," she says gently. "Would perhaps moving him to a cooler room, on a lower floor, help?"

A beat.

"I'm so very sorry - I am intruding..."

The poor woman looks like she needs help, though.

[tomboy_22]

Yeah, okay, what the fuck.

Anita can feel something, but can't put her finger on it - she's been quite a bit on a nocturnal schedule, so she's actually rested, but it makes absolutely no sense that there would be so much light.

And, quite simply, something just isn't right.

She's roaming the corridors, looking for TJ, possibly already has Lukas with her at his typist's discretion and will be actively seeking her default for Jaenelle: in her absence, she's also wanting to talk to Saetan.

Because, seriously, What. And she figures if anyone has the beginning of an answer, that would be him.

[blackjewelmale]

This constant, steady sunlight is especially painful to Saetan; he can handle the weaker light of early evening and early morning, but not full daylight. Thus, the old Warlord Prince will be hugging the shadows, limping along one of the hallways, keeping his eyes averted from the light.

This is not good. He can sense that there is craft at work, but it's something very powerful, something beyond him and yet something which smacks of corruption...

[tomboy_22]

Oh god. Saetan himself is in trouble because of this.

Anita just stares a moment, then will say something like, "You probably shouln't be walking out here."

A frown - she'll ask Lukas to help, if he's there.

"Let's go to the bar."

That thing doesn't have windows, so it's probably safer and more comfortable for the old geezer.

[blackjewelmale]

"No, to my folly," he grits, dry-throated. He might need blood or at the least some fresh yarbarah to compensate the damage that he's suffering. No burns, but there will be a paleness under his tan skin and his golden eyes are haggard. "I was sheltering in the library, but I had gone in search of sustenance. And that was when I found the sun had launched this merciless assault.

"Something or someone is causing this. But it is not the work of the house: I can sense that much," he says. "Lead me where you will: the light is sapping my strength."

[acherontamovebo]

Sebastian doesn't like the light either. It's too bright - far too bright. He liked the shadows and there were suddenly no shadows.

But he could tell this was no normal light. There was, strangely, something dark about it. That much he could tell but little else.

He may go outside and attempt to find the source, shielding his eyes with a hand, trying to stop the blinding whiteness of it.

[pixiesweat]

Manuel is rather alarmed when he wakes up in the evening and discovers that the sun hasn't set. He can feel that something isn't right. He doesn't know exactly what it is, but last time he felt something like this, the whole house fell down.

He's heading outside, visibly nervous, looking for Merlin, actually. (And he wants to be outside, just in case the house falls down again). He could easily be intercepted by Sebastian, though.

[acherontamovebo]

He spots the other and goes up to him. "Do you know what is going on?"

[pixiesweat]

Manuel licks his lips nervously. "No," he says. "Shouldn't it be dark?"

[lorien_gal]

In the Elven greenhouse, the more delicate plants are in fact going to be damaged by the lack of rest - Galadriel, however, does not notice this right away. She is rather going about, looking for anyone who may need to be soothed, reassured, or calmed.

She's verified all her safeguards: they are indeed intact - and so there is little else she can do but offer comfort to others.

[lifeinhallways]

The last place one should go for relief of the heat is a greenhouse, but Michelle's feeling not just overheated, but very feverish, and she's only met one healer.

"Galadriel?" She'd sound anxious, and upset -- she's also feeling rather nauseous.

[lorien_gal]

Michelle does not need to go all the way to the greenhouse, or to trek the steaming grounds to find the Lady of Lorien.

She will come across Galadriel in the hallway - whether the elf is there by serendipity or design is hard to tell.

"I am here," she says softly. "Come."

She knows already the woman needs to be tended to, and will lead her to a fresher space, the only one she can think of. One she's never set foot in, but knows of well enough.

[lifeinhallways]

"What's happening?" This is her first abnormal event in the mansion.

It's clear from the dampness on her face, the heat's gotten to her: much more than it might've affected her otherwise. In fact, she's walk as if she's a little intoxicated.

"It's like the story of Joshua." It's the only other reference of the sun not doing what it was supposed to, of which Michelle is aware.

She will follow wherever led, to stay out of the heat.