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[not_good_not_wicked]

Who: Anyone who could see this post, or who was told about it by someone who could see it.
What: Buncha reincarnated people with amazing talents show off their stuff in the woods.
Where: The woods behind Marisa's house.
When: The middle of the night
Warning: underage drinking references

Behind the Kirisame residence, there was about 3 square miles of damp forest that were undeveloped for reasons that had to do with Locke City's supply of drinking water. It is filled with mushrooms, mud patches, creepy trees that look like monsters when silhouetted by the moon, and birds that call out unexpectedly. In other words it's creepy as hell, and not a terribly enticing vacation spot. In the middle of that was a particularly large tree that was visible from all over, especially when it's dark and someone has set up a campfire at the base of it and supplied detailed directions on how to get there.

Marisa has done exactly this, and is sitting on top of an ice chest next to a little fire pit she put together at a large, dry area around the bottom of the tree. The cooler contained some sodas and juice and the like, but it also contained a six pack of beer and a bottle of rum. It was about time for people to show up, assuming anyone had listened to her.

And why wouldn't they? She knew it was a cool idea!

[[After a few people have shown up, I'll start a thread of Marisa getting shit started, and then everyone who wants to show off their powers can start their own subthread within that. Even after this point more people are free to continue starting their own threads of whatever. This is sort of a mingle post as well as a tactical meeting.]]

Comments

[not_good_not_wicked]

"I just wish there was some kind of coherency to them, but they're all over the darn place."

[moarnomsplz]

"May, maybe if you remember what it felt like to do it, you'll be able to! I had to figure out how to deal with this thing from scratch, scra-chuh."

He tried to sweep the tail back around to in front of himself, but only succeeded in stumbling and having to turn hastily to keep his balance.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa stiffled a giggle as Alex almost fell over, then reached into the cooler. "Well, that's definitely cool, in a weird kind of way. You earned it."

She tossed him a beer.

[moarnomsplz]

He actually managed to catch it, surprising himself so much that he almost dropped it anyway.

"Thanks, thank-suh. Hang, ang, on, let me make this thing go away."

The most Alex had ever had to drink was a sip or two of wine, and if, as he very much hoped, he'd be able to get pleasantly tipsy off a beer, he wanted to do it after he was normal again.

So he concentrated, and now that he knew what it felt like, it was pretty easy to make the tail sort of curl up and wither away.

"Looks pretty, tee, gross, huh?"

[not_good_not_wicked]

She waggled one hand non-commitally, "Medium gross. What's it feel like?"

[moarnomsplz]

"Like it ought to hurt, but duzz, doesn't."

He opened up the beer, and took a swig, making a face when it turned out to be more bitter than he expected.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Yeah it's an acquired taste. Marisa took another swig from her own.

"Weird."

[moarnomsplz]

Alex was determined to stick it out long enough to get to the supposedly fun part. He took another sip.

"It wouldn't be very useful, full, if it hurt, right?

"Flying-ing and fireballs will be sweet."