Child's Play - A Hermitcraft 8 AU

We're All Floating - Cleo

Summary: Joe and Cleo properly experience the floating blocks and even floating themselves. It results in spiraling into insanity 

Spoilers: Involves events which will probably be uploaded in Joe's later videos, and events not recorded yet by hermits. This all happened on Dec 6th during Hermits Helping Hermits, a livestream done by hermits on Mondays (3pm EST--not gonna configure that to anybody else's time zone, sorry) where they help others with huge projects. Today Cleo and Joe worked on a castle and experienced some stress with all the weird occurrences due to the moon closing in. (Watch the livestream if you haven't yet. It's still up on Joe and Cleo's twitch and on Joe's youtube channel.) 

(And as a quick note: this hasn't been beta'd or proof read. There may be lots of mistakes in grammar and phrasing. May go eventually to edit this, but it's 11pm and I'm going to bed.) 

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One might consider the concept of floating or flying to be cool. An example of a hermit would be Impulse, who built an entire minigame around the concept. Cleo however, did not find this cool or interesting or fun or even exciting in the slightest. Saying she hated it would be putting it lightly.

Work on the castle had been put off, as Joe had recovered from a death. Cleo had tried measuring the moon, but it had caused her too much stress no matter the age. It shouldn't make a huge difference if they didn't get the statistics rolling in for a few days anyway.

But now, here they were, on a Monday afternoon, building their Castle Hohenzollern. And for all the times for the earth too mess with them, it was now.

"Joe? JOE?! You're feeling this, right?!" Cleo became light as she floated upward, and her head spun. She struggled to catch a breath as she went up a few more meters, only to crash down, scraping her knees against the stone bricks. It could've been worse, but she wasn't in the moon to be grateful for what was going right.

"Woah woah woah," Joe said as he fell a few seconds later. "That's... that's definitely not normal."

"You think?" Cleo asked, knowing frustration with Joe now would be useless, but it was the only thing she could respond with to avoid a startled cry.

"Yeah. I think. How about... how about we get some slow falling potions, just in case it happens again." Joe was one to take incentive. If anything was worrying in the slightest, he'd find some way to prepare for it, sometimes even have something to combat a thing that hadn't even made itself a threat. (And there was a wonder at how his inventory oftentimes was scattered with randomness. Cleo's was just that way because she didn't have the time of day or want to organize her things.)

"So you think this will happen again?"

"Well, the earth's been shakin' and it hasn't stopped, and the moon's still closing in, so I don't see why it'd be a bad idea to prepare." Joe with the logical approach. And Cleo knew if Joe was worried, then it had to be a problem. If it was just Cleo, it'd be a problem, but it could be a small one or a really large one for all they knew.

"You're right," she hated to admit as she tried to refocus on working on the castle. It was just some minor work. Fixing up the inside mostly. Interiors needed work, as did some preparation for the cult-like thing she started, which was unknowing to Mumbo, against the Mooners and their nonsense.

The two walked inside, ready to make official plans for the day. All of a sudden, rain started to pore, adding to the list of unhappy occurrences today. Joe closed the doors, shutting out the wind a rain, and suddenly the earth decided to shake again. "Must've slammed the doors too hard," Joe said, making light of the situation.