(so come on down and try some corn or we will sacrifice your newborn)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
(so come on down and try some corn or we will sacrifice your newborn)
*I will abuse you with some horse corn.*
(what does that even mean)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
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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.'
(so come on down and try some corn or we will sacrifice your newborn)
*I will abuse you with some horse corn.*
(what does that even mean)
*cOmE hErE.*
(slowly backs away)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so Let's go someplace with moral lines erased Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so Let's go someplace with moral lines erased Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
This song is making Sparrow feel emotions, and he is getting very much overwhelmed by it. Once the song is over, he's full on silently crying and drinking. He hears that Felix is headed that way and orders him something light.
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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.'
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
"Thanks, I picked it myself." She chuckles a bit. "It started out as a sort of pseudonym- didn't want to say my 'real' name on live radio- but it stuck."
"Oh, you do a radio show. that sounds fun" he smiles
"Yep, TRAUMA-FM. Broadcasts most hours of the day. I co-host with a friend of mine." They think back to some fond memory. "What do you do to pass the time?"
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
(so come on down and try some corn or we will sacrifice your newborn)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I will abuse you with some horse corn.*
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
(what does that even mean)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*(Sprints in from the distance) Did someone say corn?!*
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.)
*cOmE hErE.*
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 have an ear of horse corn :D*
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
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
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.)
(slowly backs away)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*That sounds delicious, I love corn.*
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.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so
Let's go someplace with moral lines erased
Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane
This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands 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
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
This song is making Sparrow feel emotions, and he is getting very much overwhelmed by it. Once the song is over, he's full on silently crying and drinking. He hears that Felix is headed that way and orders him something light.
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.)
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
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
*oooo, fun*
"I practice magic or walk around town"
Vessel's fur is all puffed out. "freezing!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*WHERES YOUR CORN GOD NOW TOD HOWARD?*
*I get to go to Walmart today! I haven't been actually out to do something for a long while!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels