The Field

Held for things!

Who: Kenneth and Bazzer
What: Pollen affected
Where: a bit away from the tannery
When: Immediately after Helena and Kenneth
Rating: NC-17

( Bazzer is not exactly himself. )

Who: Alex & Jasper
When: Late evening, day 32
What: Alex owes Jasper an apology
Where: her lean-to
Rating: Pr0n for priests! (PG13 again)

( You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel  )

Who: Thorne, Ryan and Rowan
Where: Somewhere near camp
When: Evening?
What: Post coital cuddling and chatting
Rating: R for nudity?
Warnings: Threesome

( And threesomes occur )

Who: Aaron and Analiese
Where: At the spring
When: Late afternoon
What: Looking for some relief
Rating: NC-17 for sex in the spring.

( This Just Isn't Normal )

Who: Kenneth and Helena
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Some back route away from the beach and camp.
What: A chance encounter from two people who were hoping to avoid other people.
Rating: PG, pretty much

( What Are You Doing Here? )

Who: Ryan and Delilah
When: morning
Where: on the way to the stream
Warnings: NSFW, baby

( like being stoned )

Who: Coop and Adnan
When: Late morning
Where: Well away from camp, east along the beach
What: The find each other
Rating: Most definitely NC-17

( Magentism )

Who: Helena and Cross
Where: Their lean-to
When: Morning time
What: Waking up in the grips of pollen
Rating: NC17

( too hot for clothes )

Who: Alex & Jasper
When: morning, Day 32
Where: Camp
What: awkwardness!
Rating: XXX for p0rn for priests.(PG)

( 'I... oh... ffffFFUUUUUUCK!' She shrieked )

A restless, still night of oppressive heat falls upon the camp. Across the water, even the laughers seem to be chuckling half heartedly, having to drag their thick fur around. They seem ill-tempered and violent across the water. Near the spring, the grazers and marmites seem equally irritable and combative. There's an unrestive sense to the night, the animals all over the island are moving tonight. People are sweating through their sleeping bags and clothes and are generally feeling soupy.

Everywhere, all over the island, the damp air and oppressive heat is having a nearly wonderous effect on the bushes. Their clustered and numerous buds are opening gracefully, quick enough that the human eye can watch it happen. Each graceful pink throated flour exhales a breath of pale pink pollen as it opens which drifts on scant breezes or coats the ground near the clumps of bushes. As people walk over them it stirs up a cloud of the stuff around their feet and legs.

With so much of this pollen around, it's inevitable that people may inhale it, or absorb some of it into their skin. The poor unsuspecting inhabitants of this tiny island are about to discover that the pollen of these bushes is this world's natural aphrodisiac. It gets people's blood up, one might say, in an amorous and euphoric sort of way. This can be dangerous because it lowers peoples inhibitions. They may be more inclined to fight for what they want. The children are unaffected as it only seems to strike those who've already gone through puberty.

Disasterous for some? Just good fun for others? We shall see.

( Mod Notes - Please Read )