touching everything. god. Anyway. It finally clicks maybe she doesn't get what he's asking.]
Oh, you haven't tried this already? It's-- here, I'll just show you.
[Going over to put his hand on the podium, letting it unfold into . . . a city street. It's just now turning the time of night that it's truly dark outside, but brightly lit with strange wired lights running across the buildings and market stalls crammed along the cobbled street. It's quiet at the moment, only a few people (people? they're awfully short.) walking along the way, mostly with a look of being extremely busy. Molly just turns around to grin as it appears.]
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[ her mouth drops as the simulation begins, taking in the scene with wide-eyed astonishment. the room was so… blank just a moment ago; who’d have thought it could turn into something so realistic in the blink of an eye? meg isn’t personally familiar with magic, but this must be what it’s like, huh?
when she turns back to molly, it’s with an impressed smile. ]
Looks like I was right. This is quite the show. Almost reminds me of home.
[ He looks very pleased to have impressed her. She seems a hard person to please.]
This is what home is for you? I'm a little jealous, to be honest. Anyway, it's not done yet. Cover your ears if you don't like loud noises.
[Almost on cue, a steam whistle goes off. Then another, and another and another until it’s all down the street as doors to buildings and factories start slamming open and a multitude pours out into the street - again, mostly the gnomes, but human and elf and dwarf and halfing mixed in - and the change in tone is immediate. People are obviously hurrying home, tearing off working jackets or letting hair down before pushing through into the crowd or just scattering out to start the festivities, but it’s clear that this is a party.]
[ cover her ears she does, and there her hands stay until the whistles calm down. she wanders a little closer to molly to watch the hustle and bustle around them. ]
What is this, some sort of bacchanal for - [ hm, well those aren’t kids, are they. ] - little people? Are these friends of yours?
Gnomes! And I suppose you could call them friends, I do remember them all so fondly.
[And he doesn't quite know what "bacchanal" means but from context, it might be his new favorite word. You learn so much new every day!
The street gets more and more crowded as the bacchanal truly starts to unfold, but the crowd is a mixture of adults and children - some weave past them holding sparklers in the air - and the stalls along the road are starting to put out wares. Knickknacks and gifts, jewelry and more little fireworks. Drinks and food.]
Hupperdook. I thought it might be fun to see it again.
[He beams when Meg goes to get one of the little fireworks herself - it's clear he is very attached to this little memory. Going to grab one for himself too, a little round ball that explodes into glitter and a few cheers from the surrounding crowd when he whips it at the ground.]
Every night, apparently!
[Molly seems to be waiting on something though, he keeps looking up towards the sky, anticipating.]
The best part's coming.
[Then he stops and looks up. A high-pitched whistle pierces the noise, and the crowd quiets down for the moment of anticipation before the deep rumbling BANG of multicolored fireworks erupts across the skyline. The crowd cheers, even louder than before.]
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[ that sounds about right. she'll even indulge molly by clapping along with the crowd when he tosses the ball at the ground, and it sends a little shower of sparks flying from her sparkler.
THE BANG, THOUGH. it's reflex to duck, and blink up at the sky in surprise at the show. fancy! ]
You'd think a show like this would be reserved for the gods.
[ these are just normal people? well, gnomes, but still?? ]
[The fireworks continue on now, a little less than the initial dramatic beginning but they don't seem to stop once they've started. At least in the version of this Molly is summoning.
Besides the gnomes a few other people mill in and about the scene, a human man - red hair, scruff on his face a few days old, coat obviously very worn - presses himself to the glass of a closed bookstore. A man with green skin and dark hair watches the fireworks too, off to the side near a stall.]
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I'm betting you could give me a much better show than I could.
[ what the fuck is a simulation ]
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[ He only knows because he's just
touching everything. god. Anyway. It finally clicks maybe she doesn't get what he's asking.]
Oh, you haven't tried this already? It's-- here, I'll just show you.
[Going over to put his hand on the podium, letting it unfold into . . . a city street. It's just now turning the time of night that it's truly dark outside, but brightly lit with strange wired lights running across the buildings and market stalls crammed along the cobbled street. It's quiet at the moment, only a few people (people? they're awfully short.) walking along the way, mostly with a look of being extremely busy. Molly just turns around to grin as it appears.]
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when she turns back to molly, it’s with an impressed smile. ]
Looks like I was right. This is quite the show. Almost reminds me of home.
[ except… those lights? weird. ]
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This is what home is for you? I'm a little jealous, to be honest. Anyway, it's not done yet. Cover your ears if you don't like loud noises.
[Almost on cue, a steam whistle goes off. Then another, and another and another until it’s all down the street as doors to buildings and factories start slamming open and a multitude pours out into the street - again, mostly the gnomes, but human and elf and dwarf and halfing mixed in - and the change in tone is immediate. People are obviously hurrying home, tearing off working jackets or letting hair down before pushing through into the crowd or just scattering out to start the festivities, but it’s clear that this is a party.]
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What is this, some sort of bacchanal for - [ hm, well those aren’t kids, are they. ] - little people? Are these friends of yours?
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[And he doesn't quite know what "bacchanal" means but from context, it might be his new favorite word. You learn so much new every day!
The street gets more and more crowded as the bacchanal truly starts to unfold, but the crowd is a mixture of adults and children - some weave past them holding sparklers in the air - and the stalls along the road are starting to put out wares. Knickknacks and gifts, jewelry and more little fireworks. Drinks and food.]
Hupperdook. I thought it might be fun to see it again.
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[ there's an enchanting smile on her face as she wanders up to the stalls to take one of the little fireworks for herself. ]
I can see why you'd like it. Do they do this often?
[ never know with bacchus and his followers ]
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Every night, apparently!
[Molly seems to be waiting on something though, he keeps looking up towards the sky, anticipating.]
The best part's coming.
[Then he stops and looks up. A high-pitched whistle pierces the noise, and the crowd quiets down for the moment of anticipation before the deep rumbling BANG of multicolored fireworks erupts across the skyline. The crowd cheers, even louder than before.]
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THE BANG, THOUGH. it's reflex to duck, and blink up at the sky in surprise at the show. fancy! ]
You'd think a show like this would be reserved for the gods.
[ these are just normal people? well, gnomes, but still?? ]
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Besides the gnomes a few other people mill in and about the scene, a human man - red hair, scruff on his face a few days old, coat obviously very worn - presses himself to the glass of a closed bookstore. A man with green skin and dark hair watches the fireworks too, off to the side near a stall.]
You would think, but it's only us mortals here.