Your Friends Have Turned To Stone
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kingdoms_of_auradonIt happened one fine spring morning. A sudden - and brief - windstorm reduced visibility outside the school to nothing for all of a minute right at dawn. Anyone down by the docks or asleep indoors would never have noticed anything amiss at all.
When the storm passed however, the front quad of the school was now filled with exquisitely detailed statues. Most were human. Or humanoid. Each looked captured mid motion, with stone looking as though it had moved as cloth and hair and feathers had. A perfect likeness, each of them, of someone caught in a moment of joy. A laugh, a smile, a toss of the head. The statues were utterly still and yet managed to convey a sense of life and motion and happiness.
The statues seemed to be made of stone at a first glance. Alabaster, marble, jet, and lots of precious and semi-precious stones rendered each in full colour as true to the person's actual coloration and clothing as stone can go.
However, despite looking like they were formed of stones, the statues would be impervious to any and all magic that might affect normal stone statues. No stone magic could move of break them.
Which is a bit of a problem because as lovely as they are, there are a lot of them crowding the grassy area, and they are all randomly every which way, like they formed a lose maze. In other words... they were too jumbled up to properly appreciate them the way one in a museum and they were in the way.
A closer look however would reveal one detail more. The various Missrecalled would find that they know who some of the statues are of. Because every statue is a representation of a friend or loved one of one or more of the Misrecalled. These could be people from their pat in canon or CRAU or even just someone they met.. once upon a dream. But they are all people who a Missrecalled has positive memories of. From fondness to love, there is affection there.
While there seems no normal way to move them, for they are too heavy for even the strongest to budge, they can instead be moved emotionally. If someone who knows the person the statue is of tells a positive story or recalls a memory that could be seen as happy about the person to someone else in front of the statue... The statue will fade away slowly in a cloud of harmless pink and blue glitter. When the statue is fully gone gone what remains where the statue had been is a small non-magical keepsake to remind the Missrecalled of the friend partially covered by the glitter. This keepsake could be a mini-fig sized version of the statue, or a photograph of them, or maybe a copy of a hair clip they always wore. Nothing high in fiscal value or of use in a practical sense. But something likely to be loved and cared for all the same.
A week after the statues arrived, any that remain would vanish, as would the abundance of glitter in the grass. The keepsakes would remain, however. Each person, when they next either woke or returned to their room would find a small plastic jar of glitter for each statue they removed. Each jar of glitter would be in the colour or colours the Missrecalled most associates with the person the character the statue had been of.
When the storm passed however, the front quad of the school was now filled with exquisitely detailed statues. Most were human. Or humanoid. Each looked captured mid motion, with stone looking as though it had moved as cloth and hair and feathers had. A perfect likeness, each of them, of someone caught in a moment of joy. A laugh, a smile, a toss of the head. The statues were utterly still and yet managed to convey a sense of life and motion and happiness.
The statues seemed to be made of stone at a first glance. Alabaster, marble, jet, and lots of precious and semi-precious stones rendered each in full colour as true to the person's actual coloration and clothing as stone can go.
However, despite looking like they were formed of stones, the statues would be impervious to any and all magic that might affect normal stone statues. No stone magic could move of break them.
Which is a bit of a problem because as lovely as they are, there are a lot of them crowding the grassy area, and they are all randomly every which way, like they formed a lose maze. In other words... they were too jumbled up to properly appreciate them the way one in a museum and they were in the way.
A closer look however would reveal one detail more. The various Missrecalled would find that they know who some of the statues are of. Because every statue is a representation of a friend or loved one of one or more of the Misrecalled. These could be people from their pat in canon or CRAU or even just someone they met.. once upon a dream. But they are all people who a Missrecalled has positive memories of. From fondness to love, there is affection there.
While there seems no normal way to move them, for they are too heavy for even the strongest to budge, they can instead be moved emotionally. If someone who knows the person the statue is of tells a positive story or recalls a memory that could be seen as happy about the person to someone else in front of the statue... The statue will fade away slowly in a cloud of harmless pink and blue glitter. When the statue is fully gone gone what remains where the statue had been is a small non-magical keepsake to remind the Missrecalled of the friend partially covered by the glitter. This keepsake could be a mini-fig sized version of the statue, or a photograph of them, or maybe a copy of a hair clip they always wore. Nothing high in fiscal value or of use in a practical sense. But something likely to be loved and cared for all the same.
When The Glitter Fades - A week later.
A week after the statues arrived, any that remain would vanish, as would the abundance of glitter in the grass. The keepsakes would remain, however. Each person, when they next either woke or returned to their room would find a small plastic jar of glitter for each statue they removed. Each jar of glitter would be in the colour or colours the Missrecalled most associates with the person the character the statue had been of.
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Date: 2025-05-21 11:54 pm (UTC)Sia/Merlin
She's shown his image to everyone already, some specifically, and all, in general, when she'd told them her version of the Sleeping Beauty story, as he'd been the "mage" friend, who'd shown up again as Merlin after: blond hair, ice-blue eyes with the same slightly-too-big-to-be-human look that Mallia's have, and the same subtle points to his ears. His statue has him holding his staff... a distinctive pole that twisted around itself in multiple lengths that'd grown into itself until it was all one solid piece, the ends of the wood cradling a sphere of crystal.Aurora and Philip
The two are depicted here as well -- apparently she'd been entirely faithful in showing everyone how they'd appeared, when she'd told their story. Aurora had one of Mallia's deep, dark indigo roses in her hair, holding it back with its black leaves, and she wore Stephan's crown, even as she wore her peasant clothes, complete with soil on her knees and the pendant "Vina" had given her around her neck. Philip was in his civilian disguise as well, his own father's crown merely hanging from his belt, held but not actually worn. Their attention was on each other, expressions entirely happy, relaxed and adoring....woodworker-grandmother and other fae
Only Mal might recognize the grandmother in particular, but it's easy to tell whose statues these are. Aside from Aurora and Philip and three others, every otherwise-human-looking figure had slightly too-big irises to their eyes, and slightly pointed ears, just like Mallia's -- all elves, or at least taking on their images. None seemed to wear all that modern a style of clothes.There were unicorns -- thin, long-legged deer-looking creatures, rather than big strong horse-type ones, with long tails which were mostly bare until the big tuft at the end. They had the usual long manes and silky-looking fluff around their hooves... and their horns, twisting up from their forehead, occasionally had a secondary little horn poking up as well, kirin-like.
There were dragons, as well -- long thin serpentine creatures which probably only weighed twice, maybe three times at most as much as a human would, their wings all (literal) extensions of their forelimbs, from the wrist. The statues agreed with the times she'd depicted them with her illusions: scale-less, with sometimes a little bit of fur here or there.
And there were a few poppets among them -- one of them, a life-sized patchwork doll, one as tall as any adult, who had stitches practically covering their quilt-like body to the point of rivaling the fabric itself. Another was an obvious and somewhat newer-made-looking cloth doll, matching the size and stature of the elf child that was hugging them....
At least it was pretty easy to tell whose statues they were?
a trio of "humans"
The three seem to be humans: no slightly-too-big eyes, no pointed ears. All three of them are fairly young adults. The first is a blond guy, the second, a tall brown-haired guy, and the third, a black-haired lady. They stood together, one of Mallia's roses in the lady's hair, what looked like a black butterfly with purple wing edges on one of the guys', and an ornate black wine bottle between the three of them, roses adorning the surface of it. Whatever the bottle is made of, perhaps moonstone and amethyst were thrown into the mix, because it actually seems to shine silver and purple, where the light hits it just right... as if it were holding some of that black entberry wine Mallia's so fond of and always keeps available at the table for everyone.Mallia herself can be found wandering among the statues, inspecting other people's in silence, expression unreadable, lost in thought. If she's spotted by the statue of her friend Sia/Merlin, they might find her messing with the orb of his staff a bit, seemingly discontent with it.
Approach her?