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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!


SCENARIO ONE

(CW: Human remains)

When you awaken, you are hit with an immediate feeling of motion. A bobbing, if you will, or perhaps more of a rocking. You take a deep breath through your nose and take note of salt, along with the pungent scent of rotting wood. Creaking sounds echo all around you. Sitting up, you find yourself locking eyes with a skull.

An entire human skeleton is positioned across from you, resting limply against a pillar. Surveying the rest of your surroundings, you soon realize that you're below deck on an old, dilapidated ship. A ship that's on the move. The crew must have suffered a terrible fate, strewn as they all are across the floor. With their ripped poofy shirts, sheathed cutlasses and jaunty feathered hats, they seem to scream one word at you. "Pirates". ...Ooh, is that an abandoned bottle of rum? And a treasure chest? Surely they won't mind if you help yourself. They're dead, after all!

Once you've ascended the creaky steps, you find yourself on the deck of this vast, once proud vessel. A tattered Jolly Roger flaps overhead. Thick fog obscures most of the ocean surrounding you, but what's that straight ahead? Land ho! The ship's about to make port, and a crowd of curious onlookers has already gathered on the docks to stare up at this spooky new arrival. They appear apprehensive, perhaps even fearful, as if they haven't seen a ship come in for a long time. Will they hold you accountable for what happened to the skeleton crew? Will they praise you for 'ridding' them of pirates and allow you to keep the booty? There's no way to know just yet. Perhaps you'd best hide and find a way to disembark without being seen. Or perhaps there's someone else to be found here on this ship who suffered the same fate; someone who has a better idea of what to do.


SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.


SCENARIO THREE

Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS.
PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST.

*** TODAY’S TOP POST ***

018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Let's play Two Truths, One Lie! It's real easy! You just post three statements about yourself, and the rest of us have to guess the lie. It'll be fun! And you get to be a liar liar without your pants catching fire for a bit. 


SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.


foo_toplankton: (04)

o7

[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-17 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ FF isn't perturbed by the woman's appearance, and she's currently the closest person - why not start by asking her? Besides, with the ribcage and overall vibe of the woman, FF thinks she might be a local. The response FF gets merely puzzles her, though. ]

This is that "afterlife" place, right? When people die, if they go somewhere, that's "the afterlife". Isn't that where we are?

[ Where else could they be?? She's not sure what... oh, maybe the residents have to make entry ominous. ...Or maybe this woman is simply another dead person, but one who hasn't realized they've died. But she looks so at home with all the skeletons... ]
foo_toplankton: (05)

[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-17 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, uh... that's good.

[ FF was still somewhat disoriented, but... well, the trash-cup was a bit mangled. And there hadn't been anything in it to spill yet, lucky! So that was one thing sorted.

But replacing the damaged cup still didn't explain anything.
]

Not long, I - there was a big boat, and it landed by this town... But, what are you doing here?

And why do you have a tail now?
foo_toplankton: (01)

[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-17 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ FF looks over the soda on offer... ]

...Do you have water?

[ Any liquid is still liquid in the end of course, but FF isn't a huge fan of fizzy liquid. All the bubbling makes her feel funny when she absorbs it.

But as for the rest - she's eager to explore the arcade with this friendly treegirl.
]

Are those video games? I've never played one, I don't think the prison had any.
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2022-09-17 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stop being a tsundere Adrian, maybe?

Adrian says that but Kaneki also is trying not to overwhelm the gargoyle with thousands of questions about this place since he realized it was annoying to him. He doesn't want to annoy Adrian, he has been kind enough so far.

But Kaneki does have a question that has been nagging him at the back of his mind and he isn't entirely sure how to ask it. At least, not in a way that won't make him suspicious.

Then again, they are all cannibals here, aren't they?]


Uhm... Adrian-San. I have another question, I'm sorry. About... f-food. [ oh yeah. Time to talk about that elephant in the room]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2022-09-17 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He offers the Bavanite a small, apologetic nod as they scurry away, muttering something or other under their breath. Turning to address the dumpster-diver instead, he points towards the cup she's holding. ]

For one, I think you have to purchase the cup to be entitled to free refills — if the establishment offers them in the first place. You could make the argument you purchased it, but… [ his nose wrinkles at this point. ] If it looks like garbage, and if it smells like garbage, I don't expect an employee will be convinced that you didn't indeed pluck it out of the dumpster.
seacub: (who put baby in the trash)

< SPEAKING.IN.TONGUES. > cr that i guess needs to extra happen if we both app, for 500,

[personal profile] seacub 2022-09-17 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[.........................]

I miss my friends too

But...it wouldn't be fair.
seacub: (AnxietyBoy prevails)

< SPEAKING.IN.TONGUES. >

[personal profile] seacub 2022-09-17 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

I'm sorry! It was the first thing I thought of!

They're literally illegal to have where I lived...it isn't your fault obviously- it was other humans who released their pets into the wild like that...

It just...came out?


[HE'S NOT GOOD AT THE TALKING THING....]
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[personal profile] toaflame 2022-09-17 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, he's almost surprised it didn't come up sooner. Either he'd not heard about it yet, or...he had, but was scared to broach the subject. So when Kaneki does bring it up, Adrian tilts his head slightly to indicate he's listening...but he doesn't stop walking. The larger buildings in the center of the city are starting to loom into view now, indicating they're nearing their destination.]

Uh huh. Well? Spit it out then.
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<TheCoolestTurtle>

[personal profile] makesascene 2022-09-17 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't beliiieeve I'm giving this advice.

Look, pal, buddy, shortstack, guy with a tongue, mr. panic on the first push back, you gotta think about your audience before you say anything. Look, I love talking, can't really stop according to my bros, but unless I'm angling to irritate, I make sure I choose the right things for the right audience.

Words can be noise, or they can have meaning. It all depends on how you craft it for your audience.
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2022-09-17 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ right.]

Can we only eat... That? [ humans, he means humans] Uhm, I get that we have to eat sometimes and we can't go without it. But is that the only thing?

[ Kaneki has to eat people. He knows that, has done that, and while he hates it and may cry about it, he no longer fights it. And he won't fight it here either, because he knows he just can't.

But as a ghoul, Kaneki was no longer able to eat anything else. No longer able to enjoy normal food, to enjoy a meal with friends, to pretend to be normal. It's something that he misses but he doesn't even remember how it all felt.]
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[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[The man hesitates, hoping to snipe at the pair one last time. Instead of saying something cutting and harsh, he starts stumbling over his words.]

Move it! [Nancy raises her voice, commanding him. Her brow furrows, wide eyes reflecting her frustration at the aggressive man. He growls and stomps his foot like a petulant child, storming back to his station behind the counter. Can't blame a guy for bein' scared. Just don't want you changin' 'ere. Don't want anyone changin' 'ere. Y'just never know, the man grumbles to himself, loud enough for the pair to hear. With her still-human hearing, Nancy struggles a little, but for a monster, it might be easier.]

Some people, huh? [Nancy breathes, nodding towards him.] Um. Thanks. I didn't think he was going to let up.
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[personal profile] ayahuasca 2022-09-18 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Good call. [She doesn't really follow what Dee's saying about all this not being makeup, or some kind of celebration, at least not yet; she's focusing on the "sit down" aspect.] I dunno if you noticed, but my shoes are fuuuucked.

[Her right shoe is intact, if moderately scuffed, but the left one is missing its three-inch heel. That's the foot she raises to waggle in the air to show Dee.]

I snapped the heel off getting out of that 'haunted pirate ship' attraction.

[The bottle of rum she'd found there and promptly knocked back half of hadn't exactly helped her to maintain her balance. As for her assumption that it had been some kind of carnival haunted house...what else is she supposed to believe? People don't just wake up in some alternate dimension after a bender.

...Or at any other time. As whacked-out as Artemis's theories can be, as wound up in them as she tends to get, even she wouldn't jump to that particular conclusion.]
Edited 2022-09-18 01:56 (UTC)
seacub: (who put baby in the trash)

< SPEAKING.IN.TONGUES. >

[personal profile] seacub 2022-09-18 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Emporio is in a strange place here. On the one hand, he sees what the Turtle is saying. On the other, 'first thing I thought of' in Emporio's world is the 'first thing he came up with that felt safe'.

He should probably have guessed that things that he talked about with the few friends he had would not, in fact, fly here.

(He's pretty sure if he told Foo she was made of an invasive species, she'd say 'Neat!' and laugh, for example.)

...Which he supposes goes back to what this guy's saying, but where does he even go from there. Mostly Emporio is just staring at his screen, feeling abruptly tired.

Eventually-
]

Do you always know your audience then?

[Because if so then that's a cool talent coolest turtle, now explain how that works because if he's being honest with himself, talking to New People is a New Thing over all.]
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[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-18 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Nancy has yet to come to a conclusion like that. For now, she assumes the woman is just being nice, just trying to make a tough, potentially frightening situation less difficult. She hasn't gathered enough information to understand that it's likely a survival tactic, a silent plea to spare her life, but soon she will. Soon she'll understand, and she'll feel terribly for people like the waitress, who are just trying to exist in an incredibly dangerous world.]

Yeah... [It doesn't feel right to her either. Although Nancy doesn't have Solars, as soon as she does, she's going to return and pay the woman back.]

Almost... a year? [Nancy blinks, and she feels her heart sink in her chest. A year. She... can't be here for a year. There's still so much she has to do and many people to protect. She breathes, straightens her back a little, and tries to stifle her emotions for now. She has to remain professional, has to keep herself calm.]

Okay. You've got experience here. That's... helpful. [She pauses, idly twirling her pen between two fingers. She seems to be thinking about something, disappearing into her thoughts. Those three words keep circling in her mind: almost a year. This period of quiet contemplation doesn't last for long, though, and she shakes her head, smiling at the werewolf.]

But before we start, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Nancy. And you're...?
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[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-18 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She watches Steve, watches him try to settle into the chair across from her, and that gently simmering anger starts to grow stronger, tangled with pity and a desire to try and fix things. The fear she felt initially? The shock? It's fading into the background, becoming something dull. Numb. Present, but stifled. She hasn't found all the pieces to this puzzle yet, but she hates whatever has inflicted this... curse upon Steve.]

You... have my word. [She says with a grim smile, taking a gentle breath. She dreads hearing the truth, but she's never been one to close her eyes to it. Whatever horror lurks here, she'll face it. She'll stare it directly in the eyes, if she must, and she'll fight it.

She's done it before.

She can do it again... right?

She slides her hand -- still human -- across the table like she's about to touch his arm. But she stops herself, fingers curling into her palm. With her complicated feelings about Steve and Jonathan, Nancy Wheeler feels like there's a boundary too. A boundary that can't be crossed. For all the growing up she's done, Nancy still struggles to understand her own feelings. There are some things even she can't figure out.]


I can stay strong. Even for this. I promise.
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[personal profile] findingtruth 2022-09-18 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a poison running through the people of this city, and Nancy imagines it doesn't get much better outside of Bavan. Like the curse that hangs over the heads of Ryslig's monsters, a murky darkness hangs over the heads of the human inhabitants too. They're haunted by it, by the ever-present fear of death and loss. They're haunted by their own experiences. Cursed by their trauma, and by the horrors they've seen. Nancy picks up on all of that easily enough.

And this man is picking on her because he thinks she's an easy target. She's skinny, small, and young, and people like to underestimate young women. He's full of anger and fear, and an untransformed monster is easier to harass than something with claws and fangs. But he doesn't realize she's looked monsters right in the eye and lived to tell the tale. He doesn't know she has a fire burning within her that burns even brighter when she's forced into a situation where she feels she has to fight back.

She sees the other girl, her eyes flickering over to acknowledge her. She notes the smudged paint, notices that she looks as human as Nancy, and wonders if the girl is going to intervene. She hopes not, in a way. There's no point getting others involved, and Nancy thinks she can handle the oafish man herself.

She turns her gaze back to her harasser.]


If you get out of my way, I can leave. It isn't hard to understand.

[Nancy says to him, voice stern and even-toned. She feels frustration, but her tone has no hint of it.]

[He's about to say something back when Nancy hears something shatter. She sees glass and milk spray everywhere and sees rivulets of pale liquid running down the sides of his face, soaking into his shirt. She gasps, taking a step back.]

What th-?! Shit! [She isn't hit, but the man stumbles to the side, clutching the back of his head. He lets out an almighty roar and turns to the painted woman, looking ready to attack.

Nancy looks around desperately and decides to pick up yet another glass bottle. She sweeps in between the girl and the man, holding the bottle out threateningly at him with one slightly trembling arm.]


Don't. [She says firmly.] I mean it. Go to the back room, get some ice for your head, and leave us alone.
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Rider | Splatoon manga

[personal profile] inkstruck 2022-09-18 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[One]

[Rider starts when he wakes to a skeleton in front of him, but out of surprise, not horror. His brow quickly knits as he gives a confused frown. He knows what he's looking at, of course. Bones, human ones. They're in museums and science books everywhere. They're not even terribly difficult to find on your own if you dig around in some places, and certainly no fish skeleton looks quite like that, so any inkling would know what they are. But why is he waking up on what looks and feels like a rickety ship with a whole bunch of them all dressed up? Is someone trying to prank him?]

I swear, if I've gotten dragged into- what?

[His hand goes immediately to his mouth, and that's when Rider knows something is truly very wrong. His voice didn't come out right; it sounds flat and alien. He's already pulling himself to his feet, pushing through the numb shock as more and more doesn't add up. The texture of his skin is wrong. His limbs feel oddly stiff. He runs his tongue along his beak, finding instead a row of much smaller individual things in his mouth - teeth. He pulls his hand away again and stares at it, closing it slowly into a fist as he notices the strange... shells? at the tips of his too-rounded fingers and the tiny hairs barely visible against his skin.

He doesn't have to touch his head to conclude that he no longer has tentacles there, but he does anyway, cringing at the soft, stringy feel of what can only be some kind of fur. His ears are tiny and round now, and-

No, stop. He forces his hand back down, shaking himself. He can't think about this right now. He has to get out of here, figure out where he is and who or what is behind this. And whether anyone else he knows is involved, because Rider knows that if the others are here it'll probably be down to him to be the sane one about it.

The first thing he does is search every nook and cranny below decks, though the bottles of rum go ignored altogether and the chests only get a scowl when he pries them open and finds nothing useful inside. His Dynamo Roller doesn't seem to be here anywhere, so he's without a weapon too. If he could even use it like this in the first place.

He may, however, be so focused on his search that he's managed to miss that he's not entirely alone. Bother the intense but shaken looking teen in the leather jacket, or bide your time?]


[Three]

[Getting a laptop handed to him and told that there's an online network is the most strangely comforting thing that's happened to Rider since he arrived. The machine may be bulky and clunky, and he may not have been the biggest user of social media back home, but it's at least something familiar. So, he's sat down on a bench by a main road, and wastes no time in posting without even glancing at the current recent and popular posts.]

< InkyRider > I can already tell that this place is going to be a giant headache, so I have just one question.

Are there any competitive sports around here? Preferably weapons based, but I'll take anything to blow off some steam.

Also, please let me know if anyone sees a blue idiot wearing goggles.


[Four]

[Rider's heard it all plenty of times by now. You'll turn into a monster. It's the fog. There's no way to prevent it. It doesn't sound the least bit pleasant, but he's grumpily resigned himself to the fact that all he can really do is brace himself for it.

The fog still catches him off guard.

He was walking home from the part-time job he'd picked up, and he'd looked down to briefly tally the pay he'd gotten that day. When he looks back up, he can't see a foot in front of him. He slows immediately, cautiously pocketing the money, but on the very next step his foot seems to sink right into the ground.

He stares at it, and for a long moment all that goes through his mind is wondering how on earth he'd managed to lose control of his ink. After slightly too long he remembers that he's no longer an inkling, and his foot really shouldn't be dissolving into a lime green puddle for any reason.

Except one.]


Crap! No, not now...!

[Rider reaches out, trying to grab his leg and pull it back upwards, but that... doesn't really help when said leg is literally becoming goo. It's spreading, too, his form taking on a slick, glossy, semi-transparent greenish sheen as he slowly loses cohesion. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but it feels a lot like very slowly being splatted in a way that's very wrong, and Rider fails to pull himself together before he begins to panic.

He flails at anything he can possibly catch hold of - the streetlight next to him, a passerby, even the ground itself once he sinks low enough, but it's all in vain. His fingers turn to mush at the slightest pressure, slipping around whatever he tries to grab, and by the time he thinks to call for help all he can make is a pathetic gurgling noise. Eventually, whether or not anyone has come, all that's left is a large green puddle of slime.

...With a leather jacket, some athletic shorts, and a pair of boots floating in it.]
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[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-18 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ FF smiles sofyly when she hears the first bit, satisfied. ]

Good.

[ She hadn't saved his life for him to be deadweight after all. Maybe he'd died anyway, just a little later, but as long as he'd done something with however much time she'd managed to buy him... it was good.

She nods when Emporio finally turns his attention to the town.
]

Yeah... like this boat. Huh...

Well, the others might not be on this boat, but we shouldn't assume they're not here until at least we've searched the town too. Maybe there'll be something that explains where we are.
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waitingforplayer2: (23. chisa come play!)

[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2022-09-18 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The what.

This person CLEARLY needs more fun in their life! A prison??

Nanami leads FF to the fountain and points out the spigots. ]
The one on the far right is water...! We have all sorts of games, video games and card games and board games and bowling-- I can start you out on some of the classics!
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[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2022-09-18 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The goo on the street is lime-green, and that usually means one specific thing.

But... Hinata's been a slime for months and months now. He doesn't usually have THIS much trouble reforming... did something happen?...

The treegirl crawls cautiously up to the puddle, inspecting it, looking for her best friend's trademark red eye. ]


Hinata-kun... are you alright?... [ It's then that she spots the clothes floating in the slime. Hmm... ]
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[personal profile] gildedsaint 2022-09-18 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyebrows flit up ever so slightly as she stares down at their hands, then back to his face. The motion is exactly as she'd expect, and few make the effort to learn such manners if they aren't actually part of a court. It's quite a lot of tedious bullshit to put up with if you aren't expecting to really use it. But there is no such kingdom, and there is absolutely no way he's unaware of hers. Even those backwater terrorists and their meek little sheep know very well of the Houses and they certainly don't produce royals of their own. There's no tactical benefit to lying to her, either; it's incredibly rude to entirely not know of a major ruling power like hers, there's nothing to be gained by putting himself on the back foot like that.

So, he must be being truthful. Considering her lack of powers, something is very, very odd. She'd assume she's dreaming, but this strange little man is nothing she would conjure. So. She pastes on another easy smile, over the exhaustion, and makes a quick decision.]


Apology accepted, Prince Pepper.
We appear to be in an unprecedented situation and I'd rather not quibble over manners.
More importantly: do you carry a weapon? Can you fight?
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[personal profile] foo_toplankton 2022-09-18 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her expression falls as he explains. ]

...Oh. So you buy the cups is that place... I know they do the free refills because people were talking about it; but if they're so picky about the cups...

[ She frowns at the trash-cup in her hand, pondering. ]

It's a strange way of doing things. If the cups are what's being sold, and you can refill them with no charge, then why throw em out...

Well, I still have a cup. Beats no cup. I just have to find the water someplace else now.
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[personal profile] agiantbird 2022-09-18 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She glances down at the broken shoe on Artemis' foot, and god, it feels weird not to care about material things like nice shoes anymore. Her nymph brain insists that material possessions like shoes and clothes don't really matter anymore. They are unnatural and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. What matters is getting her frenemy someplace comfortable so Dee can try and explain what the hell is happening. Whether or not Artemis believes her is a whole different thing, something to tackle later.

She glances toward the line of trees decorating the sidewalk and feels... approval. Encouragement. They seem to believe she's doing the right thing by helping rather than abandoning Artemis. Being a nymph is strange sometimes; it means believing that every living (and undead) thing is important. Even when you don't necessarily like them all that much.]


Yeah. Give it a month, and you probably won't need those anyway.

[She comments and then moves so she can try and support Artemis and help her walk over to the nearby cafe.]

We'll get you new shoes. I know a guy who owes me a favor; he'll be able to get you some new ones for free.

[She's going to harass him into stealing shoes for her. Dee has learned that she can convince people to do shit for her just by promising not to eat them if they help her out.]
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< MrsUniverse >

[personal profile] roseheartz 2022-09-18 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
its really not fair

none of it is fair


[She finally got what she's always wanted- to be free of her 'purpose', her responsibilities and her restrictions, but it came at such an incredible cost...]
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[personal profile] seacub 2022-09-18 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[..........He doesn't know what to say to this. ...He wishes he did. It...]

Are

[...........................]

Do you have friends here MrsUniverse?