Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
Felix is praying feverishly at one of his shrines. There are all sorts of treats and candles and flowers and herbs and magic items on the altar, so his trouble doesn't seem to be his offerings.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
Felix is praying feverishly at one of his shrines. There are all sorts of treats and candles and flowers and herbs and magic items on the altar, so his trouble doesn't seem to be his offerings.
William walks over to him, kneeling down. He is still for a moment before his hands begin to shake "Felix...."
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
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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.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
She grumbles something rude and rolls over, sitting up "That's the last time I try mushrooms."
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
The Larry sits at the bar solemnly, their red fedora low on their head to obscure their face hole.
"I feel ya pal.." she says, as she lets her head hit the bar, groaning.
They don’t pay too much attention to Saphuno, taking a few folders out of their trench coat and opening one, examining a lot of documents. And what feeling is that?
"hmmm.. for me? pregnant. for you? Not a Scooby."
*WAIT WHAT DID I MISS???*
A what? They take out the small knuckle bone they found by the Red Plate and examine it wistfully.
*a pm excursion.*
"Nevermind.. but, this?" She says, grabbing the bone "Has no place in my tavern."
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A spectral purple arm bursts out of the Larry’s face hole, reaching out to grab the bone back. It is evidence in a criminal investigation.
She brings the bone back just a bit out of reach. "You know the rules, Larry. it stays outside or in your pocket."
So you object to the exposition of serial cannibals?
"I object to the exposure of murder evidence. I told you, examine evidence on your own time, not in my commons. You do have a room, y'know."
No. They took offense when it was flooded. And it was repossessed for another client. Once dry, of course.
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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.
Felix is praying feverishly at one of his shrines. There are all sorts of treats and candles and flowers and herbs and magic items on the altar, so his trouble doesn't seem to be his offerings.
William walks over to him, kneeling down. He is still for a moment before his hands begin to shake "Felix...."
He whips around, tears in his eyes. He wipes them away. "Y-yes, boss?"
It does.. nothing, seeing as how it's air, but it feels right
*Fry*
"Are you a real adventurer?"
"Yes, I am. I'm also a cook. I run the Inn here." She says, gestering with her paw.
"Wow!"
"what about you, little one? Where are your parents? I don't house anyone who looks anything like you."
"My papa's out running errands, but he should be back come nightfall"
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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)
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
*Can confirm this! not fun to wake up there not knowing where you are.*
*I am over 18 and I live in Massachusetts. I know this all to well.*
Felix is praying feverishly at one of his shrines. There are all sorts of treats and candles and flowers and herbs and magic items on the altar, so his trouble doesn't seem to be his offerings.
William walks over to him, kneeling down. He is still for a moment before his hands begin to shake "Felix...."
He whips around, tears in his eyes. He wipes them away. "Y-yes, boss?"
He sighs and hands Felix and envelope "I may need to disappear for awhile..." He says.
"You are.. simply adorable, but I cant just give you alcohol, especially when you asked for it by saying 'dink." Not without an ID. sorry, pal"
Shade claws the table. "di di di... drrrriiinnnkkk. HA! gimme"
Saphuno slaps their paws, eyes narrowing. "Do not scratch up my bar, mister.. 5 silver pieces and I wanna boop your nose." She says as she sets a tankard on the bar.
Shade bares her teeth at Saphuno. "im not gonna let you." Shade starts lapping at the drink
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
She grumbles something rude and rolls over, sitting up "That's the last time I try mushrooms."
“Oh don’t give up so soon. You were so close to enlightenment that time!”
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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.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
She grumbles something rude and rolls over, sitting up "That's the last time I try mushrooms."
“Oh don’t give up so soon. You were so close to enlightenment that time!”
"Like I said before to you, I don't care about enlightenment, gods, stuff like that." She said, sitting up and looking up at him.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
She grumbles something rude and rolls over, sitting up "That's the last time I try mushrooms."
“Oh don’t give up so soon. You were so close to enlightenment that time!”
"Like I said before to you, I don't care about enlightenment, gods, stuff like that." She said, sitting up and looking up at him.
“Gods? No no no. I’m talking about my good friend Zuggtmoy. She could give you some real stuff.”
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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 is praying feverishly at one of his shrines. There are all sorts of treats and candles and flowers and herbs and magic items on the altar, so his trouble doesn't seem to be his offerings.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William walks over to him, kneeling down. He is still for a moment before his hands begin to shake "Felix...."
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
“Maybe don’t do drugs in the middle of a field.” He offers helpfully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She grumbles something rude and rolls over, sitting up "That's the last time I try mushrooms."
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. They took offense when it was flooded. And it was repossessed for another client. Once dry, of course.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He whips around, tears in his eyes. He wipes them away. "Y-yes, boss?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My papa's out running errands, but he should be back come nightfall"
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)
*I am over 18 and I live in Massachusetts. I know this all to well.*
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 sighs and hands Felix and envelope "I may need to disappear for awhile..." He says.
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
Shade bares her teeth at Saphuno. "im not gonna let you." Shade starts lapping at the drink
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
“Oh don’t give up so soon. You were so close to enlightenment that time!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix stares incredulously. "What? Why? I didn't tell anyone! I thought everything was okay!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They tuck it into their coat. Do you know who the investigation is focusing on? His name is William.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Like I said before to you, I don't care about enlightenment, gods, stuff like that." She said, sitting up and looking up at 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
“Gods? No no no. I’m talking about my good friend Zuggtmoy. She could give you some real stuff.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.