Grimes has been watching the new arrivals through his sniper scope. He may not be Sparrow’s friend, but he knows trouble when he sees it, and keeping an eye on them is the best thing to do.
Sparrow is preparing for a fight he knows is coming, making sure he’s sober, cutting himself off of everything. He feels slightly nervous, and he can’t tell himself why, fidgeting with his ring absentmindedly.
Tim has seemingly gone into some kind of dormant state outside of the Inn, not quite asleep, not quite awake, simply existing as waves of magic roll from within him.
*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."
“Why would I do that? You’re a human being deserving of respect and support, aren’t you? Plus, there’s very little that angers me that a mortal could do.”
“It means nothing.” Their light dims considerably. “I am an observer, and I voice my observations. It is nothing more than idle speaking.”
“Is the rate of consumption sustainable so as to not cause harm to a humanoid host assuming a roughly equal choroid plexus across species?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Of course I do!*
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
*Just cause I feel the need to ask, anyone in particular you want?*
*Hi hi*
*Ig uhhhhhh Grimes, Sparrow, and Tim.*
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
*How ya doing?*
*I'm ok, sorry i haven't been on a bunch*
*Been going through a random depressive episode, so i've dropped a lot of stuff i previously liked for a second*
*Here ya go.*
Grimes has been watching the new arrivals through his sniper scope. He may not be Sparrow’s friend, but he knows trouble when he sees it, and keeping an eye on them is the best thing to do.
Sparrow is preparing for a fight he knows is coming, making sure he’s sober, cutting himself off of everything. He feels slightly nervous, and he can’t tell himself why, fidgeting with his ring absentmindedly.
Tim has seemingly gone into some kind of dormant state outside of the Inn, not quite asleep, not quite awake, simply existing as waves of magic roll from within him.
*Ah, just take care of yourself man, that's what matters most. Remember we care about you and all that.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(hi alaric)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Hi luna ^^*
*will do my best :>*
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*That's all any of us can ask for.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Could be plenty better but not awful*
“Why would I do that? You’re a human being deserving of respect and support, aren’t you? Plus, there’s very little that angers me that a mortal could do.”
“It means nothing.” Their light dims considerably. “I am an observer, and I voice my observations. It is nothing more than idle speaking.”
“Is the rate of consumption sustainable so as to not cause harm to a humanoid host assuming a roughly equal choroid plexus across species?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(sorry to hear that)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Not much can be done, but thanks*
*Very sorry I disappeared :[*
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
*Is oki, welcome back :>*
*Me beloved :]*
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