[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 500px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]”Alexander, I think we could all use a little laugh, could you host a small joke contest please?” Isidore addressed the boy, as he had gotten there first. The idea was a little corny, but it was something different to do, something that could keep everyone’s pulse’s beating. His brows picked up a bit when he spoke, grinning gently as the crowd began to slowly freckle into a larger mass. ”Moon, hey, how ‘bout a umm ... nice, clean and fun game of truth or dare.” Dory nodded his head to the lion, looking a bit mischievous as he gave out his task. He was feeling a bit more confident up there as he starting dealing out tasks to the Ascendants, espesically in the presence of Moon.
Isidore’s face opened up on the sight of Harland right in front of him. ”Har, if you look in one of the storage spaces around the observatory, you might find pillows— a lot of them. Why don’t you pull them out so we can all make our own forts?” He didn’t feel the need to project his voice so much to the child, which he preferred over the half-yell he had to do. But once he was done with Harland, he looked back to catch sight of Hazel next. ”Hmm ... Hazel, you know capture the flag, right? Set up a game for the whole observatory to play, please.” He was excited about that one, he hadn’t been too active as of lately, and felt like he needed to stretch out his legs for once.
”Now Roman, you know a thing or two about herbs right? Know anything about poisonous ones? Could you hold a little safety class on toxic plants?” Isidore said. He had an unfortunate encounter with poison ivy once, thinking it’d be nice to draw. It had not been nice at all, espesically since he’d gotten it all over his paws. Lastly, he looked over to Nakir, a face he hadn’t seen yet— at least he didn’t think so. ”Hey there, do you know any spooky ghost stories? If not, there’s a book I found on some that I can lend to you. For your weekly tasks, could you read out some stories in the dark over a flashlight?” It was nearly that season, anyway.
Isidore’s face opened up on the sight of Harland right in front of him. ”Har, if you look in one of the storage spaces around the observatory, you might find pillows— a lot of them. Why don’t you pull them out so we can all make our own forts?” He didn’t feel the need to project his voice so much to the child, which he preferred over the half-yell he had to do. But once he was done with Harland, he looked back to catch sight of Hazel next. ”Hmm ... Hazel, you know capture the flag, right? Set up a game for the whole observatory to play, please.” He was excited about that one, he hadn’t been too active as of lately, and felt like he needed to stretch out his legs for once.
”Now Roman, you know a thing or two about herbs right? Know anything about poisonous ones? Could you hold a little safety class on toxic plants?” Isidore said. He had an unfortunate encounter with poison ivy once, thinking it’d be nice to draw. It had not been nice at all, espesically since he’d gotten it all over his paws. Lastly, he looked over to Nakir, a face he hadn’t seen yet— at least he didn’t think so. ”Hey there, do you know any spooky ghost stories? If not, there’s a book I found on some that I can lend to you. For your weekly tasks, could you read out some stories in the dark over a flashlight?” It was nearly that season, anyway.
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i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now