time is...fleeting....

[caduceusoncall]

Who: Mercy or Gobbet and YOU
What: Realizing that some time may have passed
When: Nov. 24th
Where: Islet 1, Islet 5, Storyteller's Temple.
Warnings: None!



i) gobbet

[Gobbet did not consider herself afraid of heights.]

[Therefor, upon awakening from a particularly peculiar dream, the feeling of fear that permeated her soul was foreign and unwelcome. She couldn't remember a great deal of the dream, or what exactly had frightened her so badly, but the feeling was so persistent that, after only a few minutes of trying to pretend wakefulness hadn't reached her, she gave up and got started on her day.]

[The ork girl was not one for routine, but the island had a way of warping her into whatever shape was necessary for survival. Lately, she'd taken the shape of a gardener of sorts. Quite frankly, she hadn't thought she'd been doing that poorly either. Just about every morning she got up, watered her garden, headed to the beach to pick through the latest debris, and then committed to whatever tasks struck her fancy for the rest of the day. So you can find her out in front of her shack on islet 1 with a large plastic jug, easing water into a lightly "tilled" (disheveled, more accurately) patch of land.]

[Or, if you aren't the early morning type, you can find her at the new message rock, squinting at the smudged writings of those before her and wondering how so much got written seemingly over night.]

ii) mercy

[The local doctor, on the other hand, is a big fan of routine.]

[Though her dreams unnerved her, she brushed them off as just dreams and returned to her daily schedule. Up before either of her companions, feeding herself just enough food to get her going, and preparing to perform the necessary tasks for survival.]

[Today, Mercy intends to look over the temple for signs of a specific plant she's been hoping to collect some of for her medicinal stores. You can find her in and around her cottage on islet 5 during the early morning as she prepares to head out, or at the storyteller's temple in the late morning and afternoon.]

Comments

[prettypurpleparlor]

Hm... You know, I hadn't thought of that before, but it would make a worrying sort of sense. The danger had a slightly different presentation in all three cases, but if the Storyteller can shift shapes so easily there's no reason to think this thing couldn't take on multiple forms as well.

[ratsinadaze]

[Gobbet frowns, cursing under her breath.]

Man, I wish I could still sense the astral plane here. I bet this place would have a lot to see. If there is some big looming danger in the sky, it's obviously not on the physical plane. [She gestures to the clear, blue sky above.] Well, not right now, anyway. I guess it could pop into reality at some point.

[After all, they all popped into reality on LifeAftr, why shouldn't the local forces that be do the same?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet blinks, tilting her head curiously.]

The astral plane sounds like another difference between your world's magic and mine, I think- we tend to just work with the one plane of reality, such as it is. Although that does sound like a very interesting change of perspective...

[ratsinadaze]

I mean, I say "see" but it's more of a...[She waves her hand about vaguely, scrunching up her face as she searches for the words she wants.] Kind of a blur of colors and feelings. Some things, spirits and the like, only exist on the astral plane.

[Gobbet recalls the way reality flickered and warped in Qian-Ya's presence. The way horrific beings just appeared and disappeared, the way the terrain appeared gore-slick one moment and returned to grimy steel the next. Yeah, planes of existence were not in short supply where she was from.]

I knew a guy who used to use his astral perception to help solve murders. When you can conjure up the victim to tell you what happened, or sense the motive at the crime scene, it's a lot easier to catch your guy.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet nods in understanding- she can remember trying to explain magic and how one perceived things with it to humans well enough to have an idea of the trouble with trying to describe things in terms of senses they were more familiar with.]

My, that sounds impressively useful- albeit perhaps a somewhat depressing line of work. If you're quick and lucky, in my world, you can catch a soul before it departs, but I don't think anyone can call one back once its' entirely gone...

[Monsters have a frankly miniscule crime rate, as a society, but Muffet's been living around humans long enough to get the concept of murder being a problem that occurs frequently enough to require professional attention, even if it's still a little odd to her.]

[ratsinadaze]

In fairness I'm not sure you can call back a spirit that's at rest. Most murder victims feel like their business is a little unfinished, though. That's the thing about being forcibly ejected from your living flesh prison: you aren't usually ready to go.

[She says this as if it's great sage wisdom. It's a lesson she only recently learned, herself.]

But on a sunnier note, new island should mean new resources. Maybe even new people. If we're really lucky, maybe even new people who know more about our situation.

[prettypurpleparlor]

That seems like a reasonable complaint for them to have, under the circumstances.

[She'd certainly be very annoyed if she died tomorrow. She's still got shit to do, dammit.]

We can but hope- and I certainly do hope so. There's apparently one of the Storyteller's fellow deities in residence there, so that's at least one person to speak to about the situation.

[ratsinadaze]

Oh shit, another deity? [This excites Gobbet significantly.] Let's hope they're a cooperative one. Nothing worse than fickle deities, man.

Probably getting close to wrapping.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I'll take your expert word for it- that sounds like an experience I'd be just as happy not to learn from in person.

[They sort of are and sort of aren't, it turns out. At least they'll be consistently inconsistent?]

Gotcha!

[ratsinadaze]

[Strictly speaking the only direct interactions she's had with gods have been either fantastic or terrible with nothing in between. She's just assuming it's unpleasant since it doesn't fall under the category of "desirable traits" in her book.]

[Gobbet yawns, stretches absently.]

Well, I should probably stop holding you up and start getting ready to repair the damages. Gonna have to start searching for less perishable foods in the future. Thanks for the food, by the way. That's going to help a lot.

Wrapped unless you have more to add.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet smiles, waving off the thanks with an airy gesture.]

Oh, it's no trouble, dearie. Best of luck with your repairs.