RP: Nonsense Characters: River, Luna, Ches open Time/Date: midmorning, July 2nd Location: main lobby Warnings/Rating: ... Nonsense? Summary: River and Luna... discuss? Can you call this discussing? Status: Open, ongoing
"I fail to understand the question," River murmured softly, her fingers stroking over the head of the small bluish gray coloured cat in her lap. Well. Cat was a term that she thought loosely to express what sort of being she had curled up against her, but it suited her purposes well enough. "The logistics of such a creature..."
"No, I assure you, they exist," Luna said with a wide nod, shifting herself so that she was more comfortable - sitting crosslegged on the floor required constant shifting to keep the blood flowing. "That's why I asked about the bright spots. Staring at the sun for too long opens you up to be attacked by Sunny Splings. They come down from the sky and eat through the O-zone layer, and then attack your eyes, causing the spots."
"Incorrect," River said, though her brow was furrowed in concentration. "Retina stimulation. Pupils dilate to their smallest and recover slowly in the sudden absence. Spots are an after-image."
"No, I assure you," Luna said with an encouraging nod. "It's the Sunny Splings. My father wrote a book about them several years ago. It takes a lot to research because of the way that they choose to blind your vision. He create special glasses with which to see them. It is a shame that I do not have them with me."
"There is no record of 'Sunny Spings' in any known library," River argued, though she was fascinated by the subject. "I fail to understand why such knowledge was not carried over through time."
"Oh, no one really takes my father seriously," Luna said. "A lot of people believe him to be mad. He might be mad, but he is really quite a brilliant man. He has made all sorts of discoveries."
River nodded her head - she understood that. "Am sometimes considered mad," she admitted.
Luna looked at her sympathetically. "I don't think you're mad at all!" she assured the girl brightly, before she became ponderous. "Have you heard of Nargles? They like to hide out in mistletoe."