Harvey is having a mental mood moment at the end of the bar, bonking his head against it.
Quill is upstairs, writing papers.
Dr Johnstone is helping a patient.
N: "Something wrong?"
"No? maybe? Paperwork" he said
"Ah, got it. The Jailers tend to have lots of that."
"I suppose" he said and peered down the bar "That dude down there, the one with glasses and an attitude" he pointed to Incorso then handed a pack of stickers to Nessa "put these on him for me"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Harvey is having a mental mood moment at the end of the bar, bonking his head against it.
Quill is upstairs, writing papers.
Dr Johnstone is helping a patient.
N: "Something wrong?"
"No? maybe? Paperwork" he said
"Ah, got it. The Jailers tend to have lots of that."
"I suppose" he said and peered down the bar "That dude down there, the one with glasses and an attitude" he pointed to Incorso then handed a pack of stickers to Nessa "put these on him for me"
"Why can't you?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Elsenova is trying to talk to the coffee machine in the corner. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem much for conversation.
The dog comes up next to them. "Hey, you good?"
"-Yes. I just---- have much going on." Elsenova looks down at the charred remains of the hat in the nearby trash can.
The dog walks over and looks down into the trash can. "Okay, not okay then. You wanna talk? One anomaly to another?"
"-Yes. It's just----" They struggle to find the words to express their feelings.
"It's alright. You struggling with figuring out where you came from?" The dog sits down and looks up at them.
Elsenova is both surprised and a little sad that they found that out so quickly. "-Yes.I know who---- built me; but that photo----"
The dog nodded. "There's always a photo." It sighed "I understand, friend. I struggled figuring out where I came from when I first came to. I still don't completely know."
"-It was---- a house. In the woods." Elsenova looks back at the strange device that displayed the image. "-I'm still---- uncertain if it is even---- located on this plane. Or any other----"
The dog placed a paw reassuringly on their foot. "Hey, it's alright. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out. Can I see it?"
They grab the device from earlier and the images turn to static. However, one of them changes for a few seconds into a photo of a large cabin in the middle of a pine forest. Three smiling figures, two children and their mother, are standing in front of the cabin. A lake can be seen in the background, as well as the blurry shape of some small dog running out of the photo.
After a few seconds, the image reverts to static, and Elsenova sets down the device.
"Oh... I really wish I could help ya, but I'm kinda of useless in these kinda situations."
"-That---- is alright. Thank you for listening. It was---- nice to talk to someone who understands."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is trying to talk to the coffee machine in the corner. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem much for conversation.
The dog comes up next to them. "Hey, you good?"
"-Yes. I just---- have much going on." Elsenova looks down at the charred remains of the hat in the nearby trash can.
The dog walks over and looks down into the trash can. "Okay, not okay then. You wanna talk? One anomaly to another?"
"-Yes. It's just----" They struggle to find the words to express their feelings.
"It's alright. You struggling with figuring out where you came from?" The dog sits down and looks up at them.
Elsenova is both surprised and a little sad that they found that out so quickly. "-Yes.I know who---- built me; but that photo----"
The dog nodded. "There's always a photo." It sighed "I understand, friend. I struggled figuring out where I came from when I first came to. I still don't completely know."
"-It was---- a house. In the woods." Elsenova looks back at the strange device that displayed the image. "-I'm still---- uncertain if it is even---- located on this plane. Or any other----"
The dog placed a paw reassuringly on their foot. "Hey, it's alright. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out. Can I see it?"
They grab the device from earlier and the images turn to static. However, one of them changes for a few seconds into a photo of a large cabin in the middle of a pine forest. Three smiling figures, two children and their mother, are standing in front of the cabin. A lake can be seen in the background, as well as the blurry shape of some small dog running out of the photo.
After a few seconds, the image reverts to static, and Elsenova sets down the device.
"Oh... I really wish I could help ya, but I'm kinda of useless in these kinda situations."
"-That---- is alright. Thank you for listening. It was---- nice to talk to someone who understands."
"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Elsenova is trying to talk to the coffee machine in the corner. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem much for conversation.
The dog comes up next to them. "Hey, you good?"
"-Yes. I just---- have much going on." Elsenova looks down at the charred remains of the hat in the nearby trash can.
The dog walks over and looks down into the trash can. "Okay, not okay then. You wanna talk? One anomaly to another?"
"-Yes. It's just----" They struggle to find the words to express their feelings.
"It's alright. You struggling with figuring out where you came from?" The dog sits down and looks up at them.
Elsenova is both surprised and a little sad that they found that out so quickly. "-Yes.I know who---- built me; but that photo----"
The dog nodded. "There's always a photo." It sighed "I understand, friend. I struggled figuring out where I came from when I first came to. I still don't completely know."
"-It was---- a house. In the woods." Elsenova looks back at the strange device that displayed the image. "-I'm still---- uncertain if it is even---- located on this plane. Or any other----"
The dog placed a paw reassuringly on their foot. "Hey, it's alright. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out. Can I see it?"
They grab the device from earlier and the images turn to static. However, one of them changes for a few seconds into a photo of a large cabin in the middle of a pine forest. Three smiling figures, two children and their mother, are standing in front of the cabin. A lake can be seen in the background, as well as the blurry shape of some small dog running out of the photo.
After a few seconds, the image reverts to static, and Elsenova sets down the device.
"Oh... I really wish I could help ya, but I'm kinda of useless in these kinda situations."
"-That---- is alright. Thank you for listening. It was---- nice to talk to someone who understands."
"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name?"
"-My name is---- Elsenova. Or; rather---- that was the name I was given."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Harvey is having a mental mood moment at the end of the bar, bonking his head against it.
Quill is upstairs, writing papers.
Dr Johnstone is helping a patient.
N: "Something wrong?"
"No? maybe? Paperwork" he said
"Ah, got it. The Jailers tend to have lots of that."
"I suppose" he said and peered down the bar "That dude down there, the one with glasses and an attitude" he pointed to Incorso then handed a pack of stickers to Nessa "put these on him for me"
"Why can't you?"
"Listen. i will pay you to do it okay"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elsenova is trying to talk to the coffee machine in the corner. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem much for conversation.
The dog comes up next to them. "Hey, you good?"
"-Yes. I just---- have much going on." Elsenova looks down at the charred remains of the hat in the nearby trash can.
The dog walks over and looks down into the trash can. "Okay, not okay then. You wanna talk? One anomaly to another?"
"-Yes. It's just----" They struggle to find the words to express their feelings.
"It's alright. You struggling with figuring out where you came from?" The dog sits down and looks up at them.
Elsenova is both surprised and a little sad that they found that out so quickly. "-Yes.I know who---- built me; but that photo----"
The dog nodded. "There's always a photo." It sighed "I understand, friend. I struggled figuring out where I came from when I first came to. I still don't completely know."
"-It was---- a house. In the woods." Elsenova looks back at the strange device that displayed the image. "-I'm still---- uncertain if it is even---- located on this plane. Or any other----"
The dog placed a paw reassuringly on their foot. "Hey, it's alright. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out. Can I see it?"
They grab the device from earlier and the images turn to static. However, one of them changes for a few seconds into a photo of a large cabin in the middle of a pine forest. Three smiling figures, two children and their mother, are standing in front of the cabin. A lake can be seen in the background, as well as the blurry shape of some small dog running out of the photo.
After a few seconds, the image reverts to static, and Elsenova sets down the device.
"Oh... I really wish I could help ya, but I'm kinda of useless in these kinda situations."
"-That---- is alright. Thank you for listening. It was---- nice to talk to someone who understands."
"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name?"
"-My name is---- Elsenova. Or; rather---- that was the name I was given."
"Nice name. I'd tell you mine... if I had one."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"Ah, got it. The Jailers tend to have lots of that."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Okay... forgot how it was to run a busy cafe, so this is all kinda new to me."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It is okay. You do not seem to slack on giving your customers their orders, so you are doing well so far."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I suppose" he said and peered down the bar "That dude down there, the one with glasses and an attitude" he pointed to Incorso then handed a pack of stickers to Nessa "put these on him for me"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"-Not at all."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"oh, thanks!" they reply, enjoying the compliments. "Um... how is the job?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Why can't you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Good to hear... Who is Hyde?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It has been lacking recently. Assignments have been coming slower and slower, giving me more free time."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"-That---- is alright. Thank you for listening. It was---- nice to talk to someone who understands."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Well do you ever get vacation?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"-A corporation in---- [Konton: City 47: Planar ID 8S-L4]. Other---- machines work there; as did I for a time. Then---- I vanished."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I'd prefer not to."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"-My name is---- Elsenova. Or; rather---- that was the name I was given."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Listen. i will pay you to do it okay"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*...*
*Omg, I'm probably really stupid for letting Konton die the way it did.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Nice name. I'd tell you mine... if I had one."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Don't sweat it. It just leaves room for a time skip ;)*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Harvey is trying to stick stickers on Incorso while he is talking to Nessa
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]