Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Father Luciano is outside, tending to the churches orchards. He is pruning the trees of any dead branches and placing them in a sack to use as kindling in the churches fireplace.
Felix waddles over with a little habitat, like the kind you use for gerbils and hamsters. It has quite a few voles, including the one that Angel (I can't do accent marks) tasked Felix with collecting. He is dressed in fine clothes. "I got those little guys you wanted. How are you gonna cook em'?"
Everyone has received invitations to an event that advertises food and pretty much nothing else. I do mean everyone. Any character that remains alive can join.
Felix has set up an utterly massive feast, set on tables that collectively probably cost as much as his house. His greatest hits are laid out, and there are reserved seats for his friends with place cards. There are definitely enough seats for everyone to come and eat, though, and even some blankets away from the table in case people want to sit on the ground.
Felix is dressed in his best clothes and waiting for people to arrive.
Mauric runs up behind him and hugs him.
Rio slides into his seat quietly, trying not to attract attention.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Father Luciano is outside, tending to the churches orchards. He is pruning the trees of any dead branches and placing them in a sack to use as kindling in the churches fireplace.
Felix waddles over with a little habitat, like the kind you use for gerbils and hamsters. It has quite a few voles, including the one that Angel (I can't do accent marks) tasked Felix with collecting. He is dressed in fine clothes. "I got those little guys you wanted. How are you gonna cook em'?"
They look up, their large black eyes blinking curiously "Oh! How lovely, you didn't need to do that. But, I thank you nonetheless." They take the little terrarium, smiling a bit "I was going to separate the meat from the bones, use the bone in a broth, make sure the meat is free of parasites and then cook that in with the broth along with some vegetables and such." They explain.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*WHY DOES EVERYONE LIVE IN TEXAS EXCEPT FPR ME, JOBAH, AND ALARIC -*
*i don’t I just have relatives there*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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Felix waddles over with a little habitat, like the kind you use for gerbils and hamsters. It has quite a few voles, including the one that Angel (I can't do accent marks) tasked Felix with collecting. He is dressed in fine clothes. "I got those little guys you wanted. How are you gonna cook em'?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric runs up behind him and hugs him.
Rio slides into his seat quietly, trying not to attract attention.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They look up, their large black eyes blinking curiously "Oh! How lovely, you didn't need to do that. But, I thank you nonetheless." They take the little terrarium, smiling a bit "I was going to separate the meat from the bones, use the bone in a broth, make sure the meat is free of parasites and then cook that in with the broth along with some vegetables and such." They explain.
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
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
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
*WHY DOES EVERYONE LIVE IN TEXAS EXCEPT FPR ME, JOBAH, AND ALARIC -*
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
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Best state, I don’t know what to tell you, just ask Dark.*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*:..(*
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
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That doesn’t mean your state isn’t good. Goodness I always do this, sorry.*
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
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
*Nah nah, your all good. I am just upsetti as it seems Texas holds my friends hostage.*
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
*Texas consumes us all in the end. Do you wanna rp?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i don’t I just have relatives there*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Yeah please*
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
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.