KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
"not much. what are ya trying to do"
They see an absence, a moving spot of darkness that is only noticeable by the disappearance and reappearance of distant stars as it moves past
"I saw something about someone using radio signals to contact... something- probably an otherworldly presence. So, I figured I'd try to reverse-engineer it and see if I can do the same thing." She explains casually, as though conversing about the weather.
It sends a telepathic signal in the direction of that darkness. "Who are you?" It calls out into the void.
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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)
*Oh, it's absolutely a spectacle to behold- a tiny metal mosquito gradually wearing down the strength of a flaming god until there is nothing left. How are you today, friend?*
One pair of eyes looks over at Paracelsus, and she waves as they walk past, though the seamstress of nightmares is still mostly focused on the device in front of her.
Helianth fully trusts Tim that the book doesn't contain any of his father's more negative influences, and still provides guidance whenever it is needed. The Starshredder can be heard activating, beginning to tear apart the celestial beacon piece by piece.
*I am doing as well as I can be this morning, which isn't spectacular, but it isn't the depths of human despair either.*
Entirely unprompted, Paracelsus sits down next to them, looking to them, and then at the device for a moment. She sees the ring, tilting her head, "Are you married?" She asks, putting down the bombs.
Helianth would be able to identify some things in the book that Tim would not, that could be considered negative influences, though they provide as much benefit as they do downsides. Tim doesn't want to watch anything die, even a star, so his eyes are locked on the book.
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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.'
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
"not much. what are ya trying to do"
They see an absence, a moving spot of darkness that is only noticeable by the disappearance and reappearance of distant stars as it moves past
"I saw something about someone using radio signals to contact... something- probably an otherworldly presence. So, I figured I'd try to reverse-engineer it and see if I can do the same thing." She explains casually, as though conversing about the weather.
It sends a telepathic signal in the direction of that darkness. "Who are you?" It calls out into the void.
"I might be of help in that regard, depending on what you want to contact"
It gets its question mirrored back at it
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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
*To much people to just randomly throw at you (Unless you want the wheel of chaos). Do ya want a specific category?*
(I'll take the wheel lol)
*Okie*
Millie (Wooden doll with magic (Of elvish origin) (New char)) is wandering around town
Rei is wandering around, her gauntlets flexed
Mint (Ex pirate queen tabaxi) is sitting in the river
Isaac is looking at a stall of old books
A purple haired person nods to her as they walk by
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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
*Oh, it's absolutely a spectacle to behold- a tiny metal mosquito gradually wearing down the strength of a flaming god until there is nothing left. How are you today, friend?*
One pair of eyes looks over at Paracelsus, and she waves as they walk past, though the seamstress of nightmares is still mostly focused on the device in front of her.
Helianth fully trusts Tim that the book doesn't contain any of his father's more negative influences, and still provides guidance whenever it is needed. The Starshredder can be heard activating, beginning to tear apart the celestial beacon piece by piece.
*I am doing as well as I can be this morning, which isn't spectacular, but it isn't the depths of human despair either.*
Entirely unprompted, Paracelsus sits down next to them, looking to them, and then at the device for a moment. She sees the ring, tilting her head, "Are you married?" She asks, putting down the bombs.
Helianth would be able to identify some things in the book that Tim would not, that could be considered negative influences, though they provide as much benefit as they do downsides. Tim doesn't want to watch anything die, even a star, so his eyes are locked on the book.
*Good to hear you're doing alright.*
She looks up from her work, a little surprised. "Not yet- though my partner and I are currently planning the wedding. Why?" She responds, setting down her tools for a moment.
The crooked flower takes note of these, though doesn't comment on them- it's not its place to decide what he can and can't do, it thinks. The light from outside the window of the room is slowly flickering and fading, the star shrieking as it is torn apart- only a faint, barely-noticeable trace of that agonized sound can be heard from where they are.
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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)
She looks up from her work, a little surprised. "Not yet- though my partner and I are currently planning the wedding. Why?" She responds, setting down her tools for a moment.
The crooked flower takes note of these, though doesn't comment on them- it's not its place to decide what he can and can't do, it thinks. The light from outside the window of the room is slowly flickering and fading, the star shrieking as it is torn apart- only a faint, barely-noticeable trace of that agonized sound can be heard from where they are.
*How about you my close friend? Also, what would Tim be a god of?*
She shrugs, leaning her head onto her palm, "I just saw your ring and was curious. I hope the wedding is lovely." She says politely, taking off her mask to reveal a woman with milk chocolate skin, and wonderful black hair.
Once the sun has finally died, he looks up from the book, closing it shut and sticking it under his arm. "Is it over?" He asks, looking over to Helianth curiously, still wondering about helping them as well as he can, alongside what'll be like to become a god.
*To much people to just randomly throw at you (Unless you want the wheel of chaos). Do ya want a specific category?*
(I'll take the wheel lol)
*Okie*
Millie (Wooden doll with magic (Of elvish origin) (New char)) is wandering around town
Rei is wandering around, her gauntlets flexed
Isaac is looking at a stall of old books
A purple haired person nods to her as they walk by
Millie lowers her staff and waves, her wooden joints squeaking
Rei nods to the person
He waves back
"morning"
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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
Millie lowers her staff and waves, her wooden joints squeaking
Rei nods to the person
He waves back
"morning"
"Hello" she says, trying to start a conversation of some sort
Rei waves to them "Hi"
"may i ask what you are"
"how are ya"
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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
She looks up from her work, a little surprised. "Not yet- though my partner and I are currently planning the wedding. Why?" She responds, setting down her tools for a moment.
The crooked flower takes note of these, though doesn't comment on them- it's not its place to decide what he can and can't do, it thinks. The light from outside the window of the room is slowly flickering and fading, the star shrieking as it is torn apart- only a faint, barely-noticeable trace of that agonized sound can be heard from where they are.
*How about you my close friend? Also, what would Tim be a god of?*
She shrugs, leaning her head onto her palm, "I just saw your ring and was curious. I hope the wedding is lovely." She says politely, taking off her mask to reveal a woman with milk chocolate skin, and wonderful black hair.
Once the sun has finally died, he looks up from the book, closing it shut and sticking it under his arm. "Is it over?" He asks, looking over to Helianth curiously, still wondering about helping them as well as he can, alongside what'll be like to become a god.
*I'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
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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)
*I'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
*Good to hear you're doing good enough. Hope makes sense, magic does as well, I'll have to decide rather quickly won't I? Maybe a coin flip, heads Hope, tails Magic?*
She sees the smile, and the rows of sharp teeth, her interest growing drastically as her eyes will with a soft, 'mad doctor' kind of insanity "Oh that's very interesting. Are you a being existing inside of a construct?"
He takes a long deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself before walking towards the room, hoping for the best.
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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.'
"I saw something about someone using radio signals to contact... something- probably an otherworldly presence. So, I figured I'd try to reverse-engineer it and see if I can do the same thing." She explains casually, as though conversing about the weather.
It sends a telepathic signal in the direction of that darkness. "Who are you?" It calls out into the void.
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 am doing as well as I can be this morning, which isn't spectacular, but it isn't the depths of human despair either.*
Entirely unprompted, Paracelsus sits down next to them, looking to them, and then at the device for a moment. She sees the ring, tilting her head, "Are you married?" She asks, putting down the bombs.
Helianth would be able to identify some things in the book that Tim would not, that could be considered negative influences, though they provide as much benefit as they do downsides. Tim doesn't want to watch anything die, even a star, so his eyes are locked on the book.
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.)
"I might be of help in that regard, depending on what you want to contact"
It gets its question mirrored back at it
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
The person with the staff waves to them, and the one with the bow steps back a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I'm Thorfinn, nice ta meet ya both." He sits back down, continuing to skin the giant fish.
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.)
Isaac is looking at a stall of old books
A purple haired person nods to her as they walk by
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
Millie lowers her staff and waves, her wooden joints squeaking
Rei nods to the person
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good to hear you're doing alright.*
She looks up from her work, a little surprised. "Not yet- though my partner and I are currently planning the wedding. Why?" She responds, setting down her tools for a moment.
The crooked flower takes note of these, though doesn't comment on them- it's not its place to decide what he can and can't do, it thinks. The light from outside the window of the room is slowly flickering and fading, the star shrieking as it is torn apart- only a faint, barely-noticeable trace of that agonized sound can be heard from where they are.
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)
The one with the staff speaks "Ethra", and the one with the bow walks back over "Othra"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*How about you my close friend? Also, what would Tim be a god of?*
She shrugs, leaning her head onto her palm, "I just saw your ring and was curious. I hope the wedding is lovely." She says politely, taking off her mask to reveal a woman with milk chocolate skin, and wonderful black hair.
Once the sun has finally died, he looks up from the book, closing it shut and sticking it under his arm. "Is it over?" He asks, looking over to Helianth curiously, still wondering about helping them as well as he can, alongside what'll be like to become a god.
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.)
"Siblings I'm guess?" He says with a smile, "Welp, welcome to Lord's Point, lovely to have you around. What's someone from the 7th Fleet doing here?"
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 waves back
"morning"
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
Ethra nods when he asks if they're siblings, whist Othra shrugs "Can't be doing your job every second, can ya?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Hello" she says, trying to start a conversation of some sort
Rei waves to them "Hi"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"may i ask what you are"
"how are ya"
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'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
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)
He chuckles at that, nodding "Taking a little vacation from work? Sounds fun, this is a good town to go to from what I've heard."
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.)
"I'm... a doll of some sort?... one made by some carver" She thinks for a moment
"Good, you?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good to hear you're doing good enough. Hope makes sense, magic does as well, I'll have to decide rather quickly won't I? Maybe a coin flip, heads Hope, tails Magic?*
She sees the smile, and the rows of sharp teeth, her interest growing drastically as her eyes will with a soft, 'mad doctor' kind of insanity "Oh that's very interesting. Are you a being existing inside of a construct?"
He takes a long deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself before walking towards the room, hoping for the best.
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.)
Othra nods, and Ethra stretches (Oh yeah just so ya know, Othra is a girl, and Ethra is a boy)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.