Ruins Mingle Log!

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Newt Geiszler ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?



The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.


[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

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[prettypurpleparlor]

[She gets the feeling she could ask you the same question, little one. But that would be impolite.]

That is the name of my species, yes. I've heard that others have different meanings for the word, but to us it's just 'inhuman magical people'.

[souldeterminant]

... monsters are weird.

[Frisk isn't a good enough liar to keep this charade up. It's hard enough not to stare at the friend they haven't seen in a year, even though they could probably get away with it under the excuse of never having seen a monster before. It's hard. The truth bears down on them with sudden, perfect clarity: if she doesn't find them out now, she will one day. They're not that good at letting go.]

[But they need to let go. So does she. Maybe, with what little control they have left... Frisk can make the both of them.]

You should go back to Mt. Ebott.

[And they turn away, taking the steps that will carry them away from the conversation entirely if she lets them.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[It hurts a little more than she expected, to hear unkind words from a friendly face, but somehow she still doesn't quite think they mean it. The words just don't ring true.]

From our perspective, humans are rather strange, too. A lot of things about this place are strange to me, but... I still intend to learn more, and see what it's like when I know it better.

It might be a little frightening to keep going, but I don't think we can ever really just stay exactly as we are and let change pass us by. After all, the mountain was getting too small for us back home- one way or another, we would have outgrown it.

[She smiles sadly and gives them a polite little wave as they go, even if they're looking the wrong way to see it.]

Feel free to come talk to me, if you want.

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk stops, hesitates, and stops, and the entire time they listen to her speak, all they can think of is the fact that Chara would have kept on going. They capture their dear friend's voice in their mind and think about how Chara would have cut these strings like webbing, made from dust and stale, sugar-scented cavern air.]

[Chara would have pressed the lie to the end, but.]

[Frisk knows very well that they are not their Partner.]

[They don't turn to see the wave. They don't think ♥ YES or ♥ NO.]

[Talk to her if they want, Muffet says, but wanting isn't the problem.]

[So Frisk takes a step forward. And another, and another, until the webbing isn't cut, but in its own way, strains and pulls until something in it snaps to their mind.]