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Imaginary Island Mods ([personal profile] imaginarymods) wrote in [community profile] imaginarylogs 2020-08-17 08:09 pm (UTC)

No worries! You've truly got the spirit. No additional work is necessary, we've got your results right here.

1. Bad news first: Ronaldo wants none of this. (DC 13; +1 Oreos = 6 + 1 = 7) He's a bit of a chaos element; in this case, it seems as though Wash's smooth Oreo talking may have put him off a bit. Accusing Wash of being an Agent of The Man (which has a bit of a different tone coming from an Animalian), he goes on a tear about how he will never reveal the secrets of the jellyfish or where they go, so take that! Take that, Mister Governman!

2. Now for the good news.

As has been established by now, the Crystal Lagoon is significantly deeper in some places that it seems from the surface. Darker patches of water lead to depths inaccessible to those who need to breathe air — but fortunately, OctoWash doesn't. With the ability to stay underwater for as long as necessary, it's all a matter of patience and careful exploration now.

He explores the Lagoon up and down. It takes hours to find anything. (DC 13; 19) But eventually, at the opposite end of the Lagoon from Mira's discovery and near the Lagoon's floor, Wash hears something. Maybe a snatch of dialogue from home, or from Wonderland, or a particularly ridiculous Interlude moment — but he hears it and remembers it and, more than anything else, recognizes his own voice.

A jellyfish pulses gently through the water past Wash's face. The doppler effect of his own voice is strange and disorienting, but the jellyfish doesn't seem disoriented at all: it knows exactly where it's going. Away from Wash, not deeper but sideways, under a rocky overhang leading into a dark opening, into which it disappears.

Looks like you didn't need Ronaldo after all. What will Wash do?

3. With an 18, Legend Lore has this to say:
Fear is potent poison unless it is contained,
But nothing causes greater damage than unbridled rage.
It eats her from the inside out and breaks her heart in two.
It wraps her tight in opal knives and reaches out for you.
So wrap her tight in bramble black and wrap her tight in ash.
The island trembles, holds her back in fear of her next blast.
So wrap her tight in memory and blacken all the land
And turn the poison different shapes and give it legs to stand.
The Wall is just the outer shell, the thinnest prison wall.
The Cursed a symptom, a disease, but nothing like the cause.

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