*Okie dokie, characters because meatloaf needs to cook.*
Samaritan is beating the everliving (GP) out of the punching bag he has hooked up to the tree. He is dressed in a red tanktop which is a stark contrast to his inky black skin. He delivers a series of kicks and punches to the bag before it begins to rip.
Scott is face first in a pillow, having fallen asleep halfway through his reading.
Gigli is looking over patient files with his nurse, discussing high risk ones and what they should focus on.
He hears the sounds of machinery being worked on from around the corner of the tavern.
*Okie dokie, characters because meatloaf needs to cook.*
Samaritan is beating the everliving (GP) out of the punching bag he has hooked up to the tree. He is dressed in a red tanktop which is a stark contrast to his inky black skin. He delivers a series of kicks and punches to the bag before it begins to rip.
Scott is face first in a pillow, having fallen asleep halfway through his reading.
Gigli is looking over patient files with his nurse, discussing high risk ones and what they should focus on.
He hears the sounds of machinery being worked on from around the corner of the tavern.
He narrows his six sets of eyes, following the sound.
*Okie dokie, characters because meatloaf needs to cook.*
Samaritan is beating the everliving (GP) out of the punching bag he has hooked up to the tree. He is dressed in a red tanktop which is a stark contrast to his inky black skin. He delivers a series of kicks and punches to the bag before it begins to rip.
Scott is face first in a pillow, having fallen asleep halfway through his reading.
Gigli is looking over patient files with his nurse, discussing high risk ones and what they should focus on.
He hears the sounds of machinery being worked on from around the corner of the tavern.
He narrows his six sets of eyes, following the sound.
He sees a man working on a big, red-and-yellow box covered in cartoonish advertisements for some place called the Big Burger Beastro. The box appears to be some sort of cooking machine, although it is too small to enter and far too large to be portable.
*Okie dokie, characters because meatloaf needs to cook.*
Samaritan is beating the everliving (GP) out of the punching bag he has hooked up to the tree. He is dressed in a red tanktop which is a stark contrast to his inky black skin. He delivers a series of kicks and punches to the bag before it begins to rip.
Scott is face first in a pillow, having fallen asleep halfway through his reading.
Gigli is looking over patient files with his nurse, discussing high risk ones and what they should focus on.
He hears the sounds of machinery being worked on from around the corner of the tavern.
He narrows his six sets of eyes, following the sound.
He sees a man working on a big, red-and-yellow box covered in cartoonish advertisements for some place called the Big Burger Beastro. The box appears to be some sort of cooking machine, although it is too small to enter and far too large to be portable.
Samaritan folds his arms, watching from a distance.
He sees a man working on a big, red-and-yellow box covered in cartoonish advertisements for some place called the Big Burger Beastro. The box appears to be some sort of cooking machine, although it is too small to enter and far too large to be portable.
Samaritan folds his arms, watching from a distance.
The man sweeps his red hair back as he puts the now-serviced parts back into the machine. He puts in a couple coppers and puts in a large order, and the machine starts to prepare a deluxe burger, fries, a chocolate shake, chicken nuggets, a cola, and a salad. The man waits for a bit. As he waits, he looks around, yelping in terror upon seeing Samaritan.
He sees a man working on a big, red-and-yellow box covered in cartoonish advertisements for some place called the Big Burger Beastro. The box appears to be some sort of cooking machine, although it is too small to enter and far too large to be portable.
Samaritan folds his arms, watching from a distance.
The man sweeps his red hair back as he puts the now-serviced parts back into the machine. He puts in a couple coppers and puts in a large order, and the machine starts to prepare a deluxe burger, fries, a chocolate shake, chicken nuggets, a cola, and a salad. The man waits for a bit. As he waits, he looks around, yelping in terror upon seeing Samaritan.
Samaritan looks disgusted "... How can you eat that." He grumbles, feeling his skin crawl from the mass produced calories being made before him.
The man sweeps his red hair back as he puts the now-serviced parts back into the machine. He puts in a couple coppers and puts in a large order, and the machine starts to prepare a deluxe burger, fries, a chocolate shake, chicken nuggets, a cola, and a salad. The man waits for a bit. As he waits, he looks around, yelping in terror upon seeing Samaritan.
Samaritan looks disgusted "... How can you eat that." He grumbles, feeling his skin crawl from the mass produced calories being made before him.
The young man looks like he might die of fear. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispers. He swallows repeatedly, trying to muster any sort of courage.
The man sweeps his red hair back as he puts the now-serviced parts back into the machine. He puts in a couple coppers and puts in a large order, and the machine starts to prepare a deluxe burger, fries, a chocolate shake, chicken nuggets, a cola, and a salad. The man waits for a bit. As he waits, he looks around, yelping in terror upon seeing Samaritan.
Samaritan looks disgusted "... How can you eat that." He grumbles, feeling his skin crawl from the mass produced calories being made before him.
The young man looks like he might die of fear. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispers. He swallows repeatedly, trying to muster any sort of courage.
He sighs, his posture becomes more relaxed "It's your choice to do so, as is everyone else's. Who am I to tell you what and what not to eat." He rolls his shoulders.
The young man looks like he might die of fear. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispers. He swallows repeatedly, trying to muster any sort of courage.
He sighs, his posture becomes more relaxed "It's your choice to do so, as is everyone else's. Who am I to tell you what and what not to eat." He rolls his shoulders.
Seeing that he's not in immediate danger, the man manages to speak up. "I in-invented this machine. And-and-and I'm proud of it. It provides food for people who want something quick, cheap, and tolerable."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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He hears the sounds of machinery being worked on from around the corner of the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mnnnnnnnnnnnnn...." Is all that comes from him.
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
He narrows his six sets of eyes, following the sound.
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
He sees a man working on a big, red-and-yellow box covered in cartoonish advertisements for some place called the Big Burger Beastro. The box appears to be some sort of cooking machine, although it is too small to enter and far too large to be portable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You want me to charm them?*
She walks away, taking the remains of the corpse with her, waving.
"Never blushed around you before..." He shrugs, remaining seated, apparently into women that tell him what to do.
He looks to her lips and asks exactly what he's thinking "Are you wearing lipstick?"
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.)
He pokes the side of their head softly "That doesn't sound very good."
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.)
Samaritan folds his arms, watching from a distance.
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
"Tired." He grumbles
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
"Then sleep, that easy right?"
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.)
*Of course I can.*
He puts his hands under his legs, patiently waiting for his meal.
"Why?" He says, tilting his head with pure confusion.
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.)
He gives him an annoyed glare "No.'
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
The man sweeps his red hair back as he puts the now-serviced parts back into the machine. He puts in a couple coppers and puts in a large order, and the machine starts to prepare a deluxe burger, fries, a chocolate shake, chicken nuggets, a cola, and a salad. The man waits for a bit. As he waits, he looks around, yelping in terror upon seeing Samaritan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan looks disgusted "... How can you eat that." He grumbles, feeling his skin crawl from the mass produced calories being made before him.
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
The young man looks like he might die of fear. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispers. He swallows repeatedly, trying to muster any sort of courage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, his posture becomes more relaxed "It's your choice to do so, as is everyone else's. Who am I to tell you what and what not to eat." He rolls his shoulders.
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
*Here are my other characters, for if anyone wishes to rp*
KK is continuing to create horrific amalgamations of mannequin parts, animating them and leaving them to wander and probably scare someone.
Cathcart is milling about in the general area outside the Inn, boredly twirling his mace in one hand as he does.
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)
Seeing that he's not in immediate danger, the man manages to speak up. "I in-invented this machine. And-and-and I'm proud of it. It provides food for people who want something quick, cheap, and tolerable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels