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Labyrinthum Events ([personal profile] labyrinevents) wrote in [community profile] buttrinthum2024-04-30 10:34 pm
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TDM #9

Arrival / Enchanted Garden

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water, and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

There is a parchment, handwritten in scrawling, jagged lettering that seems a bit... ominous:

“Welcome to my LABYRINTH where your wish, you wish you wish youwishyouwish– Your CONTRACT is SEALED.”

You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: Larkspur and Anemone You’ll soon find out that being around the Larkspur makes you almost overwhelmingly tired, to the point you might even feel sluggish and in desperate need of a comfy place to rest. Why not lie down right in the garden? Or better yet, find someone to snuggle up with and sleep your worries away. The only truly strange part? You don’t seem to dream. At all. Straying too close to the Anemones, meanwhile, grants an entirely different effect. One second you’ll be walking through the garden and then suddenly you’re twenty feet away and facing the wrong direction. Even worse, whatever those flowers have done to you will sometimes make it so you “glitch” through solid objects – your leg might suddenly be lodged in the ground despite it being perfectly solid a moment before, or your arm could be shoved halfway into a wall that… actually, was that wall even there before? Nevermind that. The effects only last for a few minutes at worst, so at least you’re not stuck there forever, right?

Liminal Spaces and Worn Out Faces

Thanks to the combined efforts of dreamers and dragons, Vaeros is asleep. No one knows for how long. The locals aren’t particularly pleased with this turn of events and the village is a mess, but at least the moon is high in the sky again and everything is back to normal… relatively speaking. Things start to change... morph into something more dreamy, more surreal. It's subtle at first but after a few days…

The aftermath of the overgrowth, animal attacks, and the overall chaos of Vaeros' tantrum has left the village a little worse for wear. While most of the damages are cosmetic and could be fixed by the local's efforts alone, maybe a little help would be appreciated? If nothing else, it might help alleviate a little bit of the tension still lingering in the air after the events at the castle.

That, and the locals seem to be acting kind of strange. Leaving them to their own devices might not be the best idea. The Gelfling you are aiding in repairing a half-broken wall has been hammering for what seems like hours and when you look to see what they're doing, they haven't actually made any progress - they're just hitting the same spot over and over again, potentially making the hole even bigger. Did the goblin you just passed have a completely blank face for a moment? Others might walk into things, off of things (Starlight Cliff might be a hazard zone), or suddenly and inexplicably become aggressive toward dreamers, grabbing anything they can get their hands on (kitchenware, vegetables, a goose??) to use as a weapon. It's a very bizarre scene and the villagers don't seem to notice there is anything wrong with the people around them.

It’s not just the locals either. The animals have been acting equally strange. There's a wolf inside the clothing shop trying on suits, a goat standing (or trying to stand) on its hind legs, bleating out random words like a town crier while jingling a bell around its neck to get everyone's attention. Where you should find the local baker, suddenly they're replaced with a deer holding a paddle in its mouth to stir up a batch of brownies.

To top it all off, there's an eerie sense of deja vu no matter where you go or what you do. Didn't you just help that goblin with the wheelbarrow an hour ago? So why is it halfway across town again? You could have sworn you had to go and grab groceries, but your pantry is full like someone already had.

Up is Down, In is Out

Days pass and the oddities continue to make themselves more and more apparent. The sidewalks seem uneven and wobbly at times, threatening to toss people walking across them to the ground or even fling them into the air with a sudden violent ripple. Walking through the forest sees the leaves of the trees melting into green goo that sticks to your clothes, your hair, and your skin - potentially staining them green and leaving you in dire need of a bath. You can always wash off in the lake, of course, but even that is not free of the strangeness occurring in Visium. The water of Lake Omen has turned to lava, at least in color; although there is no heat radiating from it when one approaches. That, and the locals are still fishing in it without issue, save the fact that they keep pulling up fish with tophats on.

Speaking of fish - they're raining from the sky now (tophats or not) in all sorts of different colors, shapes, and sizes. Good news! They're still edible. Bad news, they're probably trying to sell you something.

If you do decide to try the fish or any other meal in town, especially those served by the locals, you'll find that it doesn't taste like much of anything and most certainly doesn't fill you up, at least not at first. Everything is bland and unappealing until left in the presence of dreamers - and the more you share the meal with, the faster the taste returns.

Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within

Even with Vaeros asleep, only a small portion of the labyrinth is still accessible. Those that attempt to explore will find sections made up of pillows and cushions, and no matter what time of day it is elsewhere, this portion of the labyrinth seems to be stuck in perpetual twilight. Explorers will also immediately feel drowsy, then lulled to sleep by the quiet singing whispered through the air like a lullaby. Anyone brave enough to try and rescue those poor souls from their impromptu naps would be wise to plug their noses and cover their ears with earmuffs to block out the sound.

At night, dreamers dream. They will be visited by the same melody heard in the labyrinth, though it is distant. They will also hear a woman telling them to spend more time together, to bond and create things together in order to soothe the effects of Vaeros' magic growing wild in his dreams. Dreamers will also have the ability to visit other's dreams, meeting in a dreamy light liminal space that will not feel so real when they awaken.

OOC

Welcome to the [community profile] labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.

With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze.

You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.

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TDM QUESTIONS!

[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Any questions regarding the TDM can be asked here.
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NEW CHARACTERS

[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Please post a link to your top level under this header comment if you are a new character, with the format CHARACTER | CANON.
sadpoem: Both (124)

dream sharing portion clarification

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-05-01 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
In the final part of the last prompt where it mentions dreamers dreaming and potentially visiting each other's dreams - is this true only for dreamers that venture into the labyrinth, or does this happen to anyone in Somnius?

Thank you!
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Re: dream sharing portion clarification

[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
All dreamers can share their dreams! It's not exclusive to those that took a nap in the Labyrinth.
sadpoem: Omori (54)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-05-01 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, mods!
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[personal profile] goldilocksandloads 2024-05-01 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Just a question since this is on the heels of last month's event, are the dragons still present or have they left?

If they are still here are they affected by the weirdness at all?
sadpoem: Both (38)

Omori | OMORI | current player, current character (see CWs in journal)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-05-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Dream Within a Dream - RNG Prompt!

[Omori deals in dreams. This is his domain, a place in which he is in complete control. In dreams, Omori is a leader. In dreams, Omori is fearless. In dreams, Omori is a God. Sunny's imagination is vast and reaching, and crafting dreams is an activity honed by four years of sleeping in...in...in...

[So, you stumble into one of Sunny's dreams, but this is who you see; shorter, ghost-white, with void black eyes.]

((ooc: how it works! use an rng to select a number between 1 - 512 and I will respond with a starter based on a corresponding in-game dream location from OMORI!! I know this is kind of a unique idea, but I thought it would be really fun! please feel free to hmu via pm or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] pantheraliam btw - very likely these threads will contain omori spoilers! o/"))
Edited 2024-05-01 03:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] theheartofahero 2024-05-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Does the singing only make them have good dreams or are nightmares fair game...?
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[personal profile] hornton 2024-05-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Are characters still needed on their dreams? Or specifically, say a character is stuck in a form not their true form, would they be able take that form in the dream?
fallendragon: (noble façade)

[personal profile] fallendragon 2024-05-01 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Arrakis can use his wind magic to trap sound inside his wind and I have a few questions about the quiet singing that's lulling everyone to sleep.

1. Can he use this ability to contain the singing so only those who touch his wind will hear the song?

2. If he can contain the singing, there is a fun potential of it backfiring on Arrakis. Mixing his wind with music creates a magical soothing wind. Since the quiet singing he's trying to trap already seems magical in nature I assume it would enhance the effects of the song, and/or possibly mix with his own healing song. What are your thoughts? Are there any fun consequences for trying to contain the song?

3. If he can't contain the song would it be possible for his to try to counter the quiet singing with his own healing song?
toph_luck: (neutral)

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[personal profile] toph_luck 2024-05-01 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Normally, Toph's the one appearing in someone else's vision or dream. But here she is. One too many turns in the labarynth and before she knows it she's curling up to take a nap.

Now, her dreams are a good deal different, dreams of sensations, sounds. It's hard to convey the wild imagery of a dream without visuals, but the sensation of touch is just as confusing and twisted!
]

Do I know you?

[ Everything's a bit blurry and vague to her. ]
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Hibiki Fujiwara | Original | New Character

[personal profile] windsongs 2024-05-01 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
🎵 01. LABYRINTH THE SEQUEL.
[ Hibiki comes to in a bed of flowers, a cushioning mattress of larkspur and anemone woven among nameless blossoms of yellow and white. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust from the neon lights of Shinjuku to the gentle sun of...

"Welcome to my LABYRINTH--"

Oh.

The startling revelation that, after four whole months she's slipped back into Somnius is the only thing keeping her from conking back out again. Hibiki had just managed to convince herself that this place and her time here was an elaborate fever dream; yet here she is. No song stuck on repeat, practically coursing through her veins. No warm thrum of her ring holding her abilities back. And the wind--

Unresponsive. Maybe if she tries to manipulate it "manually"...

One arm goes up. But wait, she was trying to raise both. Shifting slightly, she tries to get a look at her left arm only to find it deep in the flower bed. No, wait, is the whole thing stuck in there?! Hibiki tries futilely to wedge herself free, but gives up after a solid two tries. It's exhausting. ]


Heeeey, is anyone hereeee, I'm kinda stuck...

[ She wants to sleep right here, but also doesn't want to clip into the backrooms. Someone please help. ]

🎵 02. HOME SWEET HOME.
[ When someone needs help, Hibiki is usually the first one to jump to action. But the Gelfling aren't going anywhere, and there will be plenty of walls for her to help rebuild later. It might be selfish, but she wants to go back to her tree house first, to see if it's even there--or if it hasn't been snatched up by someone else in her absence.

Transforming again after months away feels weird, and flying is far more difficult than she remembers. This would be so much easier if she could read the wind here, but after flitting and fluttering through the woods, the little fluff ball that could lands on the balcony. It takes her a moment to remember how to shift back, and with a shudder, she returns to her (mostly) human self, albeit with a few feathers caught in her hair.

She expects a disaster; what she gets is somewhere spotless, pristine. Well taken care of. Even her small, indoor garden seems well maintained, in spite of the stories Hibiki has heard about plants running amok.

Someone must be living here. There's no other explanation. Tentatively, she pokes her head in before stepping over the threshold. ]


Hello? Is anybody here? I like what you've done with the place? [ Hibiki, you're talking to yourself. ]

...If you're gonna try and jump me, don't. I can probably kick your ass.

[ Good thing she didn't lead with that? ]

🎵 03. LATHER RINSE REPEAT.
[ Deja vu isn't unusual for her, but as Hibiki pitches in to help the locals rebuild, she can't help but notice it. The distant stares of certain Gelfling and Goblins, the outright aggression out of nowhere--it hits a little too close to home. Some of her clients back home had lapses like this, unfocused or wild, combative for no reason.

So to say she's used to it isn't necessarily right, but it isn't wrong either.

That's why she doesn't hesitate to jump in and help a random passerby, holding a belligerent goat in a suit back (she isn't asking any questions) and preventing him from goring someone with his hooves. Holding the creature in an arm lock, she doesn't seem to be struggling much despite her short stature. ]


Whoa, calm down. Let's breathe, okay? In--baaaah--and out--baaaaah. Everybody's cool, right?

[ Yes, you heard right, this woman is bleating in broad daylight. ]

🎵0X. WILDCARD.
[ Got an idea for a prompt? Either toss it here or message me at either [plurk.com profile] impearls or by PMing this journal! ]
Edited 2024-05-01 05:43 (UTC)
anxiouscat: (hm?)

1 - Labyrinth 2, electric boogaloo

[personal profile] anxiouscat 2024-05-01 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hello?

[ Another voice comes out, somewhat soft but with a bit of lift to carry through the garden. Kenma's not normally one for a stroll but... after the plants ran wild? Somewhere calm and peaceful to relax and get away from the strangeness of the town is somewhat welcome.

Funny, it's been almost 2 months exactly since he first arrived. Isn't that a neat coincidence.

Baggy shirt and casual shorts in the warm weather, he looks terribly 'normal' aside from that black and yellow pudding-like hair and some really sharp yellow eyes peeking her way when he round the corner.
]

Ah!

Uhm... Do you need a hand? Did you just wake up here?
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Piero | Original Character | Current player, new character

[personal profile] admeliora 2024-05-01 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
i. wake up

[Piero remembers much, as clowns do not forget, but even he can’t bridge the gap of what simply isn’t there. A wish, an owl, and now he’s here, in this strange garden.

He stands up, curious, unfolding each of his long limbs from the ground. He makes a soft jingle.]


‘Your contract is sealed’. [He repeats the words on the parchment, voice soft as the velvet of his cloak, and turns his attention to whoever joins him, smile perpetual.] Hello, there. Are you a local?

ii. liminal spaces

[With or without an explanation, Piero advances to the town. It’s…quite frankly, it’s a mess here. Not only is it evidently the aftermath of something - but everything just feels off, somehow.

He covers his mouth with a hand, a small gasp escaping him.]


My…what happened here?

[There’s a tinge of curiosity among the concern, but isn’t his voice a little too pleasant…?]

iii. worn out faces

[Now he’s gone and done it - though what ‘it’ was, he’s not sure - but either way, a Gelfling has taken up arms against him, brandishing a kitchen knife.]

…My.

[Piero dodges the swings, his movements strange, inhuman. Without a weapon of his own he’s defenceless, and can only do this dance for as long as he can keep up.

Some outside intervention may be in order.]


iv. wildcard

[Got something else in mind? Just want to have your character go ‘who’s this fucking clown’? Go crazy, go nuts, do whatever you’d like.]
laserhawk: (Outer Space Adventurer)

dolph laserhawk | captain laserhawk | current character

[personal profile] laserhawk 2024-05-01 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
( i. liminal spaces and worn out faces )
[ dolph is used to belligerance. he was a public enemy. people hated him on sight. it was funny how quickly someone can go from beloved to loathed in the span of a day. none of this particularly bothers him though. people can think whatever they want. he doesn't resent them for it. propaganda is a weighty tool.

this, however, is new. dolph never interacted much with the locals. he found them eerie and he imagines they see him the same way with his metallic arm and steel arm. however, lately, they've been following him around or gathering around him in droves, pawing at his arm as if they want to physically yank it out of his socket. it takes all of his (barely existing) patience not to lash out and hurt them. ]


For the last fucking time, you can't have my fucking arm!

[ but he has no good way of fending them off so they continue to tug at it spitefully. ]


( ii. a dream within )
[ the waves lap at your feet.

everything seems sort of pixelated. the trees flicker now and then, the quality a little 90s in its presentation. but it's a serviceable beach. there's a cabana where drinks are being served, a pleasant atmosphere as people drift in and out of conversation or lounge on beach chairs. a volleyball net has been set up for playing where you'll see a blond man tossing the ball back.

dolph is seated at the back with a margarita in his head, dressed in a speedo as he seems to be listening to a well built man with white hair. he's smiling and even chuckling now and then. once you approach, he'll wave you over. ]


Help yourself to the drinks. They're great.


( iii. wildcard )
[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? ping me on [plurk.com profile] timmtams / pm this journal ]
nolube: (Though it's hurting me)

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[personal profile] nolube 2024-05-01 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam doesn’t know how he ended up here. To be fair, Adam doesn’t know a lot. At least there’s a somewhat familiar face greeting him.]

Hey.

[He looks around him, nervous.]

…Where are we?
sadpoem: Both (38)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-05-01 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Omori is a little surprised to see Adam; more so surprised that he doesn't appear to be the sort of Adam that Sunny would dream up. A dream is a dream, though. Omori is himself, and Sunny isn't here.

[They're standing near a small wooden dock leading to a wide expanse of water, its surface crowded with dense fog. Omori stands at the edge of the dock, knife in hand. There isn't anyone else around. Omori hates to be alone.]

Do you know how to swim?

[It's odd. There appears to be Ş̷̨̨͕̥̠̙̥̟͙̱̙̫̂̋̑̅͂̈́͆̈́ǫ̶̢̺̲̱͔̝̙͖̳̥̭̬̘̹̈́̓́͛̐̀͜m̴̨̜͍̻̬̼̦̻͋̕ë̶̤̟̪́́̇̒͆͘t̷̼̪͇̩̬̪̠̺̑͛̎̚̚͠ͅͅh̴̪̫̿̽́̈́̈́́̄̃̍í̸͚͈̭̫̪͝ñ̷̡̻̙̗͙̐̒̂̆̈́͜ͅĝ̴̨̨̛̛̛̟̙͊̄͑̍͑͒̓͊͝͝ someone behind him - but only for a split second.]
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[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
As answered here, the dragons left again after the event, but there would have been enough time for reunions and goodbyes following the raid on the castle.
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[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
Nightmares are absolutely fair game, if that's what you want to do!
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[personal profile] labyrinmods 2024-05-01 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
Hi there! Can you please clarify? We're not sure what you mean by "are characters still needed on their dreams."
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[personal profile] hornton 2024-05-01 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Nerfed. I meant nerfed and the autocorrect demons came after me. Sorry about that.
placation: rosebursts (so you can carry on and carry on)

Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal | new player

[personal profile] placation 2024-05-01 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ hello!! just a note up top, maruki's canon point is christmas eve in p5r – so spoilers abound for the main story (mostly in the arrival) but nothing third semester-related. if you're looking to avoid spoilers, just let me know and i will happily work around them! ]

i. arrival
[ It's already been a day of impossibly strange happenings. Throwing the viability of his research in his old professor's face, the sky above Tokyo turning blood red, the voice in his head from years ago manifesting itself before him and showing him all at once how simple it could be.

Azathoth, he knows the name now. He sways with the motion of the subway car on his way to Odaiba, closes his eyes and lets it echo throughout his mind. Azathoth.

Like a meditation, or an incantation, or simply the understandable end result of a frenetic day– month– half a year– he lets it soothe him into relaxing back into his seat for a quick doze. He has been so tired, for so long, and there will be no time for rest in the coming days.

And then– an owl, a wish, a garden.

A contract.

He blinks up at the hazy sun.
]

Azathoth?

[ Nothing. Not even an inkling in the back of his head.

The potion in the satchel goes ignored, the parchment folded and tucked into the pocket of his trousers. Given everything else that's gone on today alone, everything he knows of the possibilities of the cognitive world, it seems likely that he's been transported within it. It's beautiful. He knew it would be.

Maruki only makes it a few yards away from his ungainly landing place before his foot catches on a well-hidden gnarled mass of roots, and he tumbles ass over teakettle, sprawling back on the ground with a yelp. Alright, so he's no more coordinated here than he was in reality.

Surrounded on all sides by stalks of flowers in brilliant hues of blue and purple, he can take a second to appreciate the beauty of this place. A wildflower field, a promise to return. Perhaps it's his own cognitive world.

His eyes are growing heavy again. Well, it really has been a hell of a day. Maybe he could stand to doze a bit longer.
]


ii. liminal spaces
[ Alright, it's sort of his own fault, he can recognize that – but the bone-deep strangeness of sustained, repeated deja vu has him in a bit of a panic, so on his third walk down this particular street that he somehow keeps circling back to instead of ever reaching his destination, he breaks into a darting zigzag of a run–

Right into a goblin who's clearly having as bad of a day as he is.

Before he knows it, the goblin has yanked a rather large trowel out of a flowerbed along the side of the street and is advancing on him with clear intent.
]

Hey, whoa– sir, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, there's no need to– ah!

[ He is no good in a fight, offensively or defensively. He barely dodges out of the way of an attempt at a stab and tries to take cover behind an uncaring merchant's cart. ]

What on earth– somebody help!


iii. dream within a dream
[ My god he is sleepy lately. Is this what he gets for running himself ragged with his work for far too many years?

If you visit Maruki's dream, you'll find yourself in a warmly lit office, long shadows cast from a sun beginning its descent. Two small sofas perpendicular to one another with a low table between. A couple snacks and beverages laid out for the taking if you'd like. Bookshelves lining one wall, the words on the spines unfamiliar and ever-shifting, for that fun and frustrating sensation of being unable to read in your dreams.

His back is to the door as you enter, focused on a clipboard in hand, but when your presence makes itself known he'll turn toward you – floppy mess of hair, overworked stubble, thick glasses – and greet you with a kind smile and soft voice.
]

Welcome in. It's almost the end of the day, but I have time for another appointment. Have a seat.

[ oh my god. Dude can't get enough of counseling so much so that he dreams about getting to do it? Hugely embarrassing behavior. ]


iv. wildcard
[ i am down for quite literally anything! if you have another idea, feel free to message me at [plurk.com profile] mackleberry or just throw it up here with no preamble, i'm game! ]
Edited 2024-05-01 10:53 (UTC)
placation: rosebursts (and we can break the rules)

Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal

[personal profile] placation 2024-05-01 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
placation: rosebursts (because it's everything)

176 and screaming i love this idea, spoil away

[personal profile] placation 2024-05-01 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Seriously, a guy spends a decade or so few years subsisting on very little sleep in pursuit of his life's work and now he's being subjected to weird dreams at every turn? Do the indignities never cease??

Just kidding, he's taking this as affably as he takes everything. When his eyes adjust and land on Omori, he smiles before anything else.
]

Hi there. You look about as tired as I feel.
Edited 2024-05-01 11:08 (UTC)
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Hisako Godsup | Tortall OC | new player

[personal profile] steelfeathered 2024-05-01 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
arrival
[Did you get too close to an anemone flower and end up glitched into something on the thin side, like the trunk of a large bush or some woody brush? A bird-woman with gleaming metallic feathers approaches, shuffling and awkward on the ground, satchel around her neck. She tilts her head to one side, evaluating.]

Tell you what, pigeon. I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine. I try and get you out, and then you help me with this bag thing.

up down in out
[It has been so long since Hisako was a human and had to eat. The feeling of hunger surprises her, it takes a while before she can identify it. She's tried eating a raw fish and found it... very unsatisfying, just a cold weight. Is it because this was a mortal fish? Are Stormwings not able to taste food that's not made from some kind of a god? Or is it the fish? Perched on a sturdy branch, she calls out to you if you're collecting, cooking, eating etc fish.]

So do these things taste like wet paper to you, or am I just special?

[Alternately she was flying low and a mid-sized shark clocked her hard enough that she had to come to an emergency landing slash mild crash, very undignified, bits of fish everywhere as her feathers lacerate it.]

Ow.

wildcard
[idk just a metal harpy flying overhead, bouncing off the forcefield, generally watching from the sky or a given tree]