The red-haired man is staring at the advertisements on the side depicting a chubby polar bear with a vest and tie, but then he hears her coming and turns a bit, smiling nervously. "A-ah, so you're interested in these new machines? They're marvels, you see." He's dressed in the same reds, whites, and yellows that color the box itself, and he has a little metal name tag that reads Max McAllen, Manager. "They cook up your food perfectly right when you need them. They're a bit slower than at our main location, but that's just how it goes."
"Fascinating. Almost reminds me of... well, that's besides the point." She looks around at the machine, looking to see if there's some spot from which she can see its inner workings.
There is a large, locked panel on the side. There's also a big window on the front where you can see some of the inner workings, pretty much just where the food is cooked. There's a grill with a press, a mandolin-like device for onions, a transparent pressure fryer, a shake-mixer... overall, it looks very over-engineered. A lot of focus on the spectacle. "You can also, uh, get sauce packets for free, but only five at a time per purchase. I spent a lot of time working on it, but they're still prototypes. Not sure if they can, uh, make a profit, but I know they're food-safe and won't explode... so long as I stick around and maintain them every couple days. No one else knows how since, you know, can't afford to train people to maintain a technology we might not keep, heh." He rambles a bit.
She nods thoughtfully, fully listening to his little bit of rambling with interest. "From what I see, they look very impressive. I imagine they'll be quite popular, both for convenience and spectacle."
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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)
Omori has been practicing her magic for a few hours at this point, and though she's making more sparks, nothing else has been produced from it. Still, she keeps trying.
KK's more monstrous creations are animated- the many-armed amalgamations of mannequin parts shambling around the warehouse while their creator continues her work.
Cathcart, after a long while of stumbling through the woods, spots the Lord's Rest Inn and starts to approach.
(how are you)
Isaac sits across from her "do you need help?"
*I'm doing okay. You?*
"No, I'm good, thank you. I just need to practice, is all." She replies, continuing to make sparks in her attempt to cause something else to happen.
(I could be better)
"Seems like you're making progress at least"
"I'm trying my best." She responds, a little nervous laugh following after.
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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)
Omori has been practicing her magic for a few hours at this point, and though she's making more sparks, nothing else has been produced from it. Still, she keeps trying.
KK's more monstrous creations are animated- the many-armed amalgamations of mannequin parts shambling around the warehouse while their creator continues her work.
Cathcart, after a long while of stumbling through the woods, spots the Lord's Rest Inn and starts to approach.
(how are you)
Isaac sits across from her "do you need help?"
*I'm doing okay. You?*
"No, I'm good, thank you. I just need to practice, is all." She replies, continuing to make sparks in her attempt to cause something else to happen.
(I could be better)
"Seems like you're making progress at least"
"I'm trying my best." She responds, a little nervous laugh following after.
"I'm sure you'll get there with some time and practice"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She looks down at the flowers for a moment, smiling softly, and then back at Merabelle. "Sure, that sounds wonderful."
"It's... Yeah, no kidding." He sighs, his grin dropping.
She stands up, rolling her shoulders and yawning "Let me get ya somethin' then." After a few minutes she comes back, a recently killed deer in her jaws.
"Do ya drink pardner? It might help ya forget." He says, putting his flask next to them.
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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.'
He slowly does so, picking at the cushions. "M-maybe...maybe I should go get my w-wife..."
"If you are uncomfortable, I will allow it." He nods in the dark.
He sends a message to Lore from his sending stone. He sits there, waiting and picking at the couch
*Last thingy Wendi. Also welcome back :]*
Lore teleports in, spear in hand as if expecting an issue. She looks around "Oh nevermind." She desummons it, it disappearing into mist. The Doctor looks up and chuckles "Lorus Azain." He bows his head and she nods back, sitting down.
Theren is picking at the couch, staring at the ground.
The doctor tilts his head "You came here for a reason Theren would you like to tell me why?"
Theren glances at Lore. "S-she thought it would be a good idea to...to get some therapy..." he says, tapping his temple.
*Last thingy wendi. Welcome back :]*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He slowly does so, picking at the cushions. "M-maybe...maybe I should go get my w-wife..."
"If you are uncomfortable, I will allow it." He nods in the dark.
He sends a message to Lore from his sending stone. He sits there, waiting and picking at the couch
*Last thingy Wendi. Also welcome back :]*
Lore teleports in, spear in hand as if expecting an issue. She looks around "Oh nevermind." She desummons it, it disappearing into mist. The Doctor looks up and chuckles "Lorus Azain." He bows his head and she nods back, sitting down.
Theren is picking at the couch, staring at the ground.
The doctor tilts his head "You came here for a reason Theren would you like to tell me why?"
Theren glances at Lore. "S-she thought it would be a good idea to...to get some therapy..." he says, tapping his temple.
*Last thingy wendi. Welcome back :]*
The Doctor nods "I see." he says and tilts his head in the shadows "May I ask where you would like to start? You don't have to reveal anything you don't wish to."
Theren glances at Lore. "S-she thought it would be a good idea to...to get some therapy..." he says, tapping his temple.
*Last thingy wendi. Welcome back :]*
The Doctor nods "I see." he says and tilts his head in the shadows "May I ask where you would like to start? You don't have to reveal anything you don't wish to."
Theren picks at his palm, looking at Lore again and then staring at the floor. "I...I guess in Ilmaters Hope.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks down at the flowers for a moment, smiling softly, and then back at Merabelle. "Sure, that sounds wonderful."
"It's... Yeah, no kidding." He sighs, his grin dropping.
She stands up, rolling her shoulders and yawning "Let me get ya somethin' then." After a few minutes she comes back, a recently killed deer in her jaws.
"Do ya drink pardner? It might help ya forget." He says, putting his flask next to them.
The little shadow looks surprised, a wide nervous grin frozen on her face for a few seconds. "Thank you so much!" She says, her gaze drifting to the bloodied deer with an equal sense of hunger and squeamishness.
"Nah- not a big fan of the taste. Thanks for the offer, though." Cathcart hands the flask back to him, and then sits on the porch of the Inn, his mace being set down with a gentle yet heavy-sounding thud.
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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)
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*I am bleeding :D*
(you good?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She nods thoughtfully, fully listening to his little bit of rambling with interest. "From what I see, they look very impressive. I imagine they'll be quite popular, both for convenience and spectacle."
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)
*well, my prayers are for ya man*
"I'm trying my best." She responds, a little nervous laugh following after.
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)
*People are mad at me and I've been up since 4:00 AM, so I'm just going to take a nap at this point. Sorry guys.*
*See ya'll later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Thank you, please sleep. See ya.*
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.)
*Besides the bleeding, yes.*
*Cat decided i was breakfast and took a chunk out of me* *In fairness i punted her 3 feet afterwards so we're kinda even?*
*Cut*
She looks down at the flowers for a moment, smiling softly, and then back at Merabelle. "Sure, that sounds wonderful."
"It's... Yeah, no kidding." He sighs, his grin dropping.
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'm sure you'll get there with some time and practice"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I'm back, again. Quite sorry I keep disappearing.*
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
She stands up, rolling her shoulders and yawning "Let me get ya somethin' then." After a few minutes she comes back, a recently killed deer in her jaws.
"Do ya drink pardner? It might help ya forget." He says, putting his flask next to them.
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.)
*Don't apologize for being busy, we are just happy you're back.*
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.)
*My boss wants me to send out thank you letters to patrons who sent us donation money and I am so tired of 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
(no worries. do what you have to)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Last thingy wendi. Welcome back :]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Exactly, you shouldn't be apologizing for having to leave. It's okay, and that sounds like they want you to have carpal tunnel.*
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.)
The Doctor nods "I see." he says and tilts his head in the shadows "May I ask where you would like to start? You don't have to reveal anything you don't wish to."
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
Theren picks at his palm, looking at Lore again and then staring at the floor. "I...I guess in Ilmaters Hope.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The little shadow looks surprised, a wide nervous grin frozen on her face for a few seconds. "Thank you so much!" She says, her gaze drifting to the bloodied deer with an equal sense of hunger and squeamishness.
"Nah- not a big fan of the taste. Thanks for the offer, though." Cathcart hands the flask back to him, and then sits on the porch of the Inn, his mace being set down with a gentle yet heavy-sounding thud.
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)