The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
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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)
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
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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.'
“Yes, I would like that actually. Thanks for offering.”
He gets up, coming back with some syrup and wiped cream, "Hmm, this probably looks strange to anyone outside."
“Violence and the Internet in a Waffle House? Probably. Do you want to move?”
He shrugs as he sits back down, "It's fine, stranger things have happened in this waffle house."
“Do tell.” They take the syrup and whipped cream and start making the pancakes look much fancier.
"I assume you haven't met any of the Nightmare Lords here, but they usually have their meetings here in that booth." He points to a regular looking booth in the corner.
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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.'
“Yes, I would like that actually. Thanks for offering.”
He gets up, coming back with some syrup and wiped cream, "Hmm, this probably looks strange to anyone outside."
“Violence and the Internet in a Waffle House? Probably. Do you want to move?”
He shrugs as he sits back down, "It's fine, stranger things have happened in this waffle house."
“Do tell.” They take the syrup and whipped cream and start making the pancakes look much fancier.
"I assume you haven't met any of the Nightmare Lords here, but they usually have their meetings here in that booth." He points to a regular looking booth in the corner.
“Is there anything special about that booth, besides the fact that the Lords sit there?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
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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)
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
He takes out a notebook, beginning to write down everything he sees as he wanders inside, he doesn't interact with the other people, looking for anything that may give some insight.
He looks up to them, tipping his hat made of straw and smoothing his hair out, "Welcome to Waffle House, I assume you are some government official, considering you're taking note on, presumably me. I recommend you order something." His voice calm and friendly despite the cuffs on his arms and legs, and the muzzle he wears.
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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.'
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
He takes out a notebook, beginning to write down everything he sees as he wanders inside, he doesn't interact with the other people, looking for anything that may give some insight.
He looks up to them, tipping his hat made of straw and smoothing his hair out, "Welcome to Waffle House, I assume you are some government official, considering you're taking note on, presumably me. I recommend you order something." His voice calm and friendly despite the cuffs on his arms and legs, and the muzzle he wears.
He finds a way to get past the chain-link fence and enter the fairgrounds proper- there's a pretty large hole in the fence that no one bothered to fix, with part of the fencing nearby bent slightly outwards, like a truck or something similarly large and fast-moving crashed through there. As he wanders around... (Roll Investigation).
"Oh, right. I might take a minute to look through the menu." She responds, putting away her notebook and picking up one of the menus on the table. "I'm not anyone important- just a nostalgic traveler." She adds, hoping to dispel any suspicion. Deception: 12
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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)
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
He takes out a notebook, beginning to write down everything he sees as he wanders inside, he doesn't interact with the other people, looking for anything that may give some insight.
He looks up to them, tipping his hat made of straw and smoothing his hair out, "Welcome to Waffle House, I assume you are some government official, considering you're taking note on, presumably me. I recommend you order something." His voice calm and friendly despite the cuffs on his arms and legs, and the muzzle he wears.
He finds a way to get past the chain-link fence and enter the fairgrounds proper- there's a pretty large hole in the fence that no one bothered to fix, with part of the fencing nearby bent slightly outwards, like a truck or something similarly large and fast-moving crashed through there. As he wanders around... (Roll Investigation).
"Oh, right. I might take a minute to look through the menu." She responds, putting away her notebook and picking up one of the menus on the table. "I'm not anyone important- just a nostalgic traveler." She adds, hoping to dispel any suspicion. Deception: 12
Investigation (He's got high intelligence, so lets hope for the best, expertise actually):16
He sighs, walking over and sitting across from them in the booth "Like I thought, government official. Lying won't get you anywhere. I'm assuming you know I'm a Nightmare, I wonder if you know which one." He puts his hands on the table, sipping some coffee, "The waffles are very good, I make them myself."
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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.'
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
He takes out a notebook, beginning to write down everything he sees as he wanders inside, he doesn't interact with the other people, looking for anything that may give some insight.
He looks up to them, tipping his hat made of straw and smoothing his hair out, "Welcome to Waffle House, I assume you are some government official, considering you're taking note on, presumably me. I recommend you order something." His voice calm and friendly despite the cuffs on his arms and legs, and the muzzle he wears.
He finds a way to get past the chain-link fence and enter the fairgrounds proper- there's a pretty large hole in the fence that no one bothered to fix, with part of the fencing nearby bent slightly outwards, like a truck or something similarly large and fast-moving crashed through there. As he wanders around... (Roll Investigation).
"Oh, right. I might take a minute to look through the menu." She responds, putting away her notebook and picking up one of the menus on the table. "I'm not anyone important- just a nostalgic traveler." She adds, hoping to dispel any suspicion. Deception: 12
Investigation (He's got high intelligence, so lets hope for the best, expertise actually):22
He sighs, walking over and sitting across from them in the booth "Like I thought, government official. Lying won't get you anywhere. I'm assuming you know I'm a Nightmare, I wonder if you know which one." He puts his hands on the table, sipping some coffee, "The waffles are very good, I make them myself."
He finds an electrical panel at the base of one of the Ferris wheel that wasn't properly closed. If he looks inside, he can see that it doesn't have any electrical components at all- but rather organic ones. Gears made of bone, veins that pump black ichor from numerous malformed hearts, twitching eyes and gnashing maws. This wheel- and possibly the entire Fair- runs on Dark Energy.
She sighs a bit as well, looking out the window as she speaks. "Well, judging by shackles and muzzle, there's some aspect of violence... I'm going to guess... a manifestation of the violence and fear that arises from the belief and hatred of a straw-man fallacy?" She muses. "Oh, and I think I might just have a coffee for now, thank you."
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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)
He finds an electrical panel at the base of one of the Ferris wheel that wasn't properly closed. If he looks inside, he can see that it doesn't have any electrical components at all- but rather organic ones. Gears made of bone, veins that pump black ichor from numerous malformed hearts, twitching eyes and gnashing maws. This wheel- and possibly the entire Fair- runs on Dark Energy.
She sighs a bit as well, looking out the window as she speaks. "Well, judging by shackles and muzzle, there's some aspect of violence... I'm going to guess... a manifestation of the violence and fear that arises from the belief and hatred of a straw-man fallacy?" She muses. "Oh, and I think I might just have a coffee for now, thank you."
He begins writing, not at all horrified, more closely fascinated, making drawings and writing down everything he sees to perfectly replicate the things he's seeing for farther study later, trying not to get caught all the while.
"A good guess, though only slightly wrong, I represent all of violence as a whole, though as violence itself is as hollow as a straw man, so am I." He gets up and walks into the kitchen, beginning to make them some coffee, humming to himself as he does, "You must be someone with a lot of experience, considering how close your guess was to being perfect."
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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.'
He finds an electrical panel at the base of one of the Ferris wheel that wasn't properly closed. If he looks inside, he can see that it doesn't have any electrical components at all- but rather organic ones. Gears made of bone, veins that pump black ichor from numerous malformed hearts, twitching eyes and gnashing maws. This wheel- and possibly the entire Fair- runs on Dark Energy.
She sighs a bit as well, looking out the window as she speaks. "Well, judging by shackles and muzzle, there's some aspect of violence... I'm going to guess... a manifestation of the violence and fear that arises from the belief and hatred of a straw-man fallacy?" She muses. "Oh, and I think I might just have a coffee for now, thank you."
He begins writing, not at all horrified, more closely fascinated, making drawings and writing down everything he sees to perfectly replicate the things he's seeing for farther study later, trying not to get caught all the while.
"A good guess, though only slightly wrong, I represent all of violence as a whole, though as violence itself is as hollow as a straw man, so am I." He gets up and walks into the kitchen, beginning to make them some coffee, humming to himself as he does, "You must be someone with a lot of experience, considering how close your guess was to being perfect."
After a while of him writing down his findings, he feels a hand placed on his shoulder as the Architect comes into view. She was not there just a few seconds ago. She leans a bit over towards his face, turning to look right at him through her mask. "What do you think you're doing?"
She takes out her notepad and pencil for a second to jot something down. "Eh, I know a few things. Been researching Nightmares and related phenomena for 24 years now, though it'll be 25 in a few months. And you know what's funny? I don't think I've even begun to understand how it works after all this time." She responds, dryly chuckling to herself, though it turns to coughing partway through. "That's the paradox of knowledge for you- the more you know, the more you realize just how little you know."
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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)
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He shrugs as he sits back down, "It's fine, stranger things have happened in this waffle house."
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.)
The Masquerade Fair is steadily approaching the eventual day of its grand opening, the ghoulish attraction only continuing to swell in size like a tumor latched onto the side of Balios. The Queen of the Faceless isn't there, though- instead, she is continuing to search for her targets.
Cassandra is continuing to look around Balios, recording any instances of odd activity there may be in an attempt to further understand the horrors that have taken residence here- and their possible weaknesses.
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)
“Do tell.” They take the syrup and whipped cream and start making the pancakes look much fancier.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Dib has decided to come visit the growing fair, standing outside of it with briefcase in hand, backpack on his back, his metal hands twitching with curiosity and interest.
They would eventually encounter a very strange Waffle House, more strange than any other they would have ever seen, inside, is a single worker, a man entirely made of straw.
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 assume you haven't met any of the Nightmare Lords here, but they usually have their meetings here in that booth." He points to a regular looking booth in the corner.
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.)
“Is there anything special about that booth, besides the fact that the Lords sit there?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Elvis once sat in that booth." He says casually, beginning to drink his coffee, though its still scolding.
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.)
“Elvis Presley?” They ask, finally beginning to eat.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"The one and only, and a few impersonaters." He sighs, steam coming out of his mouth.
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.)
The fairgrounds seem unusual in their design- all the attractions, rides, and decor are unnerving in their design, adorned in patterns of masks and arms, as if deliberately designed to frighten as well as entertain. There seem to be a few dozen people in matching grey uniforms working on setting things up, all in silence.
She enters the building, sitting at a table towards the back as she stealthily takes notes on the man made of straw and any other odd happenings there may be here, trying to make as thorough notes as possible.
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 takes out a notebook, beginning to write down everything he sees as he wanders inside, he doesn't interact with the other people, looking for anything that may give some insight.
He looks up to them, tipping his hat made of straw and smoothing his hair out, "Welcome to Waffle House, I assume you are some government official, considering you're taking note on, presumably me. I recommend you order something." His voice calm and friendly despite the cuffs on his arms and legs, and the muzzle he wears.
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.)
“Hot coffee and straw? Hope you don’t combust.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Fire isn't as effective as you'd expect it to be, though it's happened before."
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.)
Internet keeps eating. “Really. And you keep doing it?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"What doesn't kill you and all that." He says with a dry chuckle.
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 finds a way to get past the chain-link fence and enter the fairgrounds proper- there's a pretty large hole in the fence that no one bothered to fix, with part of the fencing nearby bent slightly outwards, like a truck or something similarly large and fast-moving crashed through there. As he wanders around... (Roll Investigation).
"Oh, right. I might take a minute to look through the menu." She responds, putting away her notebook and picking up one of the menus on the table. "I'm not anyone important- just a nostalgic traveler." She adds, hoping to dispel any suspicion. Deception: 12
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)
Investigation (He's got high intelligence, so lets hope for the best, expertise actually):16
He sighs, walking over and sitting across from them in the booth "Like I thought, government official. Lying won't get you anywhere. I'm assuming you know I'm a Nightmare, I wonder if you know which one." He puts his hands on the table, sipping some coffee, "The waffles are very good, I make them myself."
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 finds an electrical panel at the base of one of the Ferris wheel that wasn't properly closed. If he looks inside, he can see that it doesn't have any electrical components at all- but rather organic ones. Gears made of bone, veins that pump black ichor from numerous malformed hearts, twitching eyes and gnashing maws. This wheel- and possibly the entire Fair- runs on Dark Energy.
She sighs a bit as well, looking out the window as she speaks. "Well, judging by shackles and muzzle, there's some aspect of violence... I'm going to guess... a manifestation of the violence and fear that arises from the belief and hatred of a straw-man fallacy?" She muses. "Oh, and I think I might just have a coffee for now, thank you."
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 begins writing, not at all horrified, more closely fascinated, making drawings and writing down everything he sees to perfectly replicate the things he's seeing for farther study later, trying not to get caught all the while.
"A good guess, though only slightly wrong, I represent all of violence as a whole, though as violence itself is as hollow as a straw man, so am I." He gets up and walks into the kitchen, beginning to make them some coffee, humming to himself as he does, "You must be someone with a lot of experience, considering how close your guess was to being perfect."
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.)
After a while of him writing down his findings, he feels a hand placed on his shoulder as the Architect comes into view. She was not there just a few seconds ago. She leans a bit over towards his face, turning to look right at him through her mask. "What do you think you're doing?"
She takes out her notepad and pencil for a second to jot something down. "Eh, I know a few things. Been researching Nightmares and related phenomena for 24 years now, though it'll be 25 in a few months. And you know what's funny? I don't think I've even begun to understand how it works after all this time." She responds, dryly chuckling to herself, though it turns to coughing partway through. "That's the paradox of knowledge for you- the more you know, the more you realize just how little you know."
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)