Blank notices the newcomer and decides to be he first to inform him. Having never met Darilan before, he took this as the opportunity to meet another adventurer. Rubbing the bruise that was supposedly "accidentally achieved" when Julian forced him away, he makes his way over to where Darilan stands.

Hey, there. I don't believe we've met before. I go by the name Blank Fireside...bit of a mouthful, I know, so just the first name will be fine. As you no doubt know, we're here to put a stop to the Malvagios terrorism threat. Of course you must have known that, unless you just happened to be trekking through the palace for another reason and caught up with us. Commendable, either way. At this point, Julian is trying to decipher the writing on that wall... and as you can no doubt see clearly, he's pretty upset over it. Pretty violent and chaotic for a zora, I'd say. Anyway, that pretty much it, unless you'd like one of us to give you some more detail on certain aspects.

"Writing on the wall? I'm surprised I found use of myself this early," says the Scribe. "Let us see what it reads." He attempts to translate the text.

Thrusting the cider and nuts to those who asked for them, The Lovers quickly binds themselves up in their cloaks against the cold rain. “How dreadful, it’s no good getting my dress all wet.” They rush quickly over to the tree, huddling underneath it, shivering.

OOC: Grenada? Ello? *sigh* Hate to see this Event perish... and yes, I am watching this topic -_-...
IC:

Gratefully receiving The Lover's cider, Arco steps back and drinks deeply from the mug. With it half-full, he looks up at the escalating rainfall, blinking quickly as it splatters over his face. He stands this way for several minutes as the drips, which soon fall faster, begin to dilute the increasingly less-honey-coloured drink.

As his clothes and hair grow dark from the wetness, Arco finally finishes the drink in a long, slow gulp, tipping the mug into the air. For a second he gets the strangest urge to dance and sing, but this feeling soon passes, and the Sheikah relocates himself to the shelter of the tree.

OOC: I hate it too, Weien. Every single day, I check this topic to see if there's anything new (yeah, it's true, I don't have a social life), and it's just fallen apart since that first week. It's upsetting to see such a great topic go to waste.

IC:
Alpha stands beneath the tree for a few more seconds, gazing at everyone else, only to discover that he has been completely ignored. Normally he enjoys being ignored by everyone else, but for now it's annoying. He hangs his head and goes over to where Victor stands, waiting for someone (OOC: MG!!!) to take charge, since it's obvious that that one won't be him.

But deep inside, it really doesn't bother him. 'Never did like being a leader...'

OOC : It doesn't help much that Julian left, either... I really want it to advance, because the end of an event brings around the opportunity to explore new areas, right? Ah well... the wait will just give SL13 and MG longer to make the new areas...

IC:

The boredom finally creeps through Blank's sanity and forces him to drop to the floor in a heap. He sighs, having never been so lost for action for such an extended time slot. This was similar to the great Trinian War ages ago, in which Blank had been forced to wait for days in and enemy cache.

He recalls his old days in service to Calatia and remembers how he spent his time behind enemy lines. In an instant, his back is to the wall and dozes off, the scents of the Lovers picnic wafting through his mind, creating dreams of rich providence and peaceful ages. Blank hopes that when he awakens from his rest, Darilan will have deciphered the code and the group would be well ready to advance through the temple.

OOC: Sorry guys, I haven't been able to get on for the last week... Can anyone be here on Sun. (the 5th)? I will be on then for sure, and possibly on the 4th, but no guarantees. I've got all Sunday free though(parents are even out of town), so nothing to stop me from getting on.

Also, sorry about the lack of info, I half-posted something and just now realized I never really posted it... Here it is:

IC: As the various people take their looks around the room, the wetness grows more and more apparant, the mud nearly becoming relieved from the dirt that creates the mud itself. Darilan finally approaches the door and instantly recognizes the language, and meaning of such pitifully carved words. But still, they are no more than a tease, or so it seems. The translation helplessly states "Leave this door and it will open." It has now reached the point in which the tree is no longer a haven from the wetness of the rain. Water elsewhere migrates along the ground biting at the feet of all who stand, conquering the earth at a snails pace. The tree above has recieved so much water, it now pours from the leaves in large, unpleasant splashes, and anyone unlucky enough to be hit would be covered head-to-toe in water. It does not help that the mishmash of limbs drag the water to and fro, never telling where it will fall. The deku scrub shakes off what would have been a farcical amount of water if it wasn't everywhere. He ventures a suggestion...

"Maybe if we could stop the water for a while?"

OOC: It's good to see that this topic has had some life brought back into it. It feels like we've been stuck in the same chamber forever.

IC: Raven hears what is going on around the call to arms of Alpha falling on deaf ears and the sound of yet another entering the chamber. At this rate there will be more people in here than outside. Then for the longest time nothing happens all there is silence only the sound of rain as it falls through the leaves of the tree and hits the sodden ground.

He then lifts his head up and starts to, somewhat awkwardly, stand up. His reason for doing so isn't because he feels he is sufficiently calmed, nor due to the water creeping up around him, he does so because his leg had fallen asleep. As he stands it starts feel prickly and painful, and every step he takes with it causes a sensesation of tingling pain.

As he haphazardly hobbles around the chamber he sees that little had changed, he thought that the silence may be due to them having already solving the room's riddle and leaving him behind, but the only thing to have changed is that where Julian once stood there is a Sheikah trying to translate the same symbols. Once presumed extinct and now so abundant. Makes you wonder how so many remained so well hidden.

That and the increased amount of water, which has now soaked him enough so that his usual baggy clothes start to stick and cling to him and the rain doesn't just drip off of the sleeves of his shirt, but flows in an unbroken stream to the water-logged ground below and thinks that Grenada's suggestion isn't unreasonable.

"Sure thing, Grenada," Alpha replies to the Deku's suggestion. He returns the mask to his face and quickly gives the spinner another twirl. It lands on Summer, and Alpha waits for the warmth to come forth to the room.

OOC: Augh! You guys are fast! I just happened to check this topic on a desperate whim, but I didn't expect to see posts! I'm happy and confused at the same time! Anyways...

IC: The warm cider had thoroughly put Victor to sleep, and so he stood by the door with his head tipped to the side, snoring away peacefully in the rain. It was only until the sounds of Alpha's footsteps grew louder that Victor finally awoke, completely and utterly drenched in rain. Startled, he jerked his head around to see the Sheikah, hanging his head. Taking a moment to look around the room a bit, he saw that everyone was simply standing around; save Darilan, who was trying his hand at deciphering the text, and now Alpha, who had reached up to his mask in order to change the seasons once more. Suddenly, Victor realized that he was sopped.

Lifting his arms to pick his heavy, wet cloak up out of the water, Victor walked around hopelessy trying to find a dry spot. His search being unsuccessful, the bard gave up and let his cloak drop in order to take a handkerchief from his satchel, wiping his face with it. His hair was a horrible mess, clinging to his head and falling in front of his eyes, giving him the appearance of a wet sheepdog. When he was done, he folded the wet handkerchief back into his satchel and walked up to Darilan, hoping that he had figured out the ancient inscription:

"Any luck, Darilan?"

As the season switches to summer, a pleasant warmth grows, surrounding the party, lifting the wet clothes and depositing them back, a little drier than before with every second. The ground grows closer to your feet as the water recedes through it's many methods, though mainly from evaporation. After what may have been seconds or minutes, the ground is visible again, much to the delight of the Deku. A squeak rings out:

"Yay! Dryness, dryness, the world is full of dryness. Thanks Alpha..."

Blank springs up from the floor at the sound of Grenada's praise for Alpha and realizes how soaked his clothes are, but is relieved to see the downpour has ceased. He shakes his head in a flurry of water droplets and fragments of dried mud, rinsing his hair of any excess precipitation. He looks around to find his sword still submerged in the rapidly decreasing water level, and extracts it from the watery mess, rubbing mud off of the blade to ensure a quick pullout from an enemy's body.

That's the last time I sleep on the ground, for a while. Mud is absolutely disgusting.

The grunt looks over towards the accursed wall, and is discouraged to see Darilan still focusing on the markings. Leaning on the wall (instead of sitting, Summer still holds the potential for a little rainfall), he walks casually to the wall, monitoring the expressions on Darilan's face for signs of glee.

OOC : Saturday Edit : Looks like you guys weren't around much, either.
Sunday Edit : Not Sunday, either? Ah well... next weekend, hopefully.

Dogura looks over at his soaked comrads. Worry not about your clothes, but for your wheapons. Dogura pulls out the sword from his sheath. I have a water proof sheath, so as my blade will not rust. The rest of you, if not prepared like me, should have great concern of your metal belongings. Dogura wipes off his sheath, and inspects his sword. However my Shuriken arent so lucky. He inspects the soaked shuriken. Does anyone by chance have a dry rag of clothing?

As the rain stops falling and the water level, which had been rising steadily, starts to drop Raven wrings the water from the sleeves of his shirt, he then does the same with the legs of his pants.

As he shakes the water rom of his shoes, he notices something stuck to the side of his shoe, he soon recognises it as a leaf, he peels it off the side of his shoe and then in an act of comtempt for the door that had blocked their progress for so long, he slapped the leaf onto the door, just below the writing, the mositure it retains adhearing it to the wooden door.

Waddles enters the room to see the mass of people and is entirely relieved. His search has proved successful and he has finally joined up with his numerous comrades.
"Wow, I was ready to head out with you guys and when you left I just couldn't find you. I kept getting lost on the way to Parapa Desert and it frustrated the crap out of me! I've been looking for this place for a while now."

OOC: Seriously, though. I couldn't figure out how to navigate to Parapa Desert, and I just figured that this Quest had never begun. Then, bored out of my mind, I decided to read the King's Announcement and what do you know... there's a link to here! You've got to be kidding me. I hope you'll still let me join.