*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
“…and what do you think?”
Eito gets to their feet, stretching and emitting sounds not unlike a windchime. “The verisimilitude of this place does not fade… it must be as real as the dark. The Long Dream beckons, but the Weak Dream falls upon lesser prey.”
Thirteen watches them carefully. “You recognize this strain?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
“…and what do you think?”
Eito gets to their feet, stretching and emitting sounds not unlike a windchime. “The verisimilitude of this place does not fade… it must be as real as the dark. The Long Dream beckons, but the Weak Dream falls upon lesser prey.”
Thirteen watches them carefully. “You recognize this strain?”
"Kind worried I might get thrown out again." She shrugs.
She raises a brow "Okay, I am still tired and didn't understand a single thing you said."
They nod, their skin shifting with patterns and colors, remabling banana yellow to blood red and snow white.
*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
“…and what do you think?”
Eito gets to their feet, stretching and emitting sounds not unlike a windchime. “The verisimilitude of this place does not fade… it must be as real as the dark. The Long Dream beckons, but the Weak Dream falls upon lesser prey.”
Thirteen watches them carefully. “You recognize this strain?”
"Kind worried I might get thrown out again." She shrugs.
She raises a brow "Okay, I am still tired and didn't understand a single thing you said."
They nod, their skin shifting with patterns and colors, remabling banana yellow to blood red and snow white.
“Don’t worry, they need the business. But I mean about me being your patron.”
“Words spill forth like a mighty river. Their meanings are shaped by the banks upon which they surge. But the wellspring holds knowledge, and who can say if it will be diluted?”
“Good, because I have nothing on it and I’m hoping it’s not parasitic because it’s sort of ingrained itself in my pupil’s body…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*On my second monster energy before I head to work in an hour.*
*You may explode at some point today but I salute you nontheless*
*If I explode, I explode happily. 🫡*
*Wanna rp? I’ve been working diligently on the conlang for the past week and it’s going pretty well*
*Course! Anyone you want specifically?*
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
“…and what do you think?”
Eito gets to their feet, stretching and emitting sounds not unlike a windchime. “The verisimilitude of this place does not fade… it must be as real as the dark. The Long Dream beckons, but the Weak Dream falls upon lesser prey.”
Thirteen watches them carefully. “You recognize this strain?”
"Kind worried I might get thrown out again." She shrugs.
She raises a brow "Okay, I am still tired and didn't understand a single thing you said."
They nod, their skin shifting with patterns and colors, remabling banana yellow to blood red and snow white.
“Don’t worry, they need the business. But I mean about me being your patron.”
“Words spill forth like a mighty river. Their meanings are shaped by the banks upon which they surge. But the wellspring holds knowledge, and who can say if it will be diluted?”
“Good, because I have nothing on it and I’m hoping it’s not parasitic because it’s sort of ingrained itself in my pupil’s body…”
"That's what I was saying. If I do something you don't agree with, I could get thrown out back on the streets." He runs a hand through her hair.
"Listen whoever the hell you are, I am waking up from a very nasty hangover. If you want me to listen, dumb down the wording a bit." She rubs her temples.
"It is, well for the most part. It just wants to drink cerebral spinal fluid." He shrugs "Nothing horrible."
*Hmmm… Anna, Stroth, and anyone you think would interact well with Thirteen*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I have returned :3*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Anna is outside, smoking. She is more sober than any other day it seems.
Stroth is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Alcaid is outside, practicing their sigils. The mindflayer is wrapped up in heavy warm clothing to stop him from freezing.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Rio quietly walks up behind her. “So, ah, have you given my offer any more thought?”
Eito lies supine on the floor, caustic light spilling out of the holes in their exterior and pooling beneath the characters and glyphs on their surface. They seem to be in some form of reverie.
Thirteen watches with interest, currently doing small-scale experiments on some of Paracelsus’s fungi samples.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She jumps a bit "Kinda, I suppose." She nods.
She wakes up slightly, eyes narrowed at the blinding light.
The mindflayer sniffs out the fungus, it bringing some sort of familiarity to it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“…and what do you think?”
Eito gets to their feet, stretching and emitting sounds not unlike a windchime. “The verisimilitude of this place does not fade… it must be as real as the dark. The Long Dream beckons, but the Weak Dream falls upon lesser prey.”
Thirteen watches them carefully. “You recognize this strain?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Kind worried I might get thrown out again." She shrugs.
She raises a brow "Okay, I am still tired and didn't understand a single thing you said."
They nod, their skin shifting with patterns and colors, remabling banana yellow to blood red and snow white.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*got to head to work, brb.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*safe travels fren*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Don’t worry, they need the business. But I mean about me being your patron.”
“Words spill forth like a mighty river. Their meanings are shaped by the banks upon which they surge. But the wellspring holds knowledge, and who can say if it will be diluted?”
“Good, because I have nothing on it and I’m hoping it’s not parasitic because it’s sort of ingrained itself in my pupil’s body…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Ah, you’re finally awake. (Skyrim intro begins playing)*
"That's what I was saying. If I do something you don't agree with, I could get thrown out back on the streets." He runs a hand through her hair.
"Listen whoever the hell you are, I am waking up from a very nasty hangover. If you want me to listen, dumb down the wording a bit." She rubs her temples.
"It is, well for the most part. It just wants to drink cerebral spinal fluid." He shrugs "Nothing horrible."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*(Hands you hot chocolate and a soft blanket)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh thank you.(Eats the cup whole and snuggles in the blanket)*
*[Pats head] how are you?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I’m doing good, awaiting Arch’s return, you know. How are you?*
*I am well so far, bit of a stomach ache but nothing bad.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Ah, may your stomach ache vanish into the nothingness. Wanna rp?*
*Good morning goobers*
*Oh dear friend, hello.*