If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She looks up for a moment. “Then I hope it was worth it for whatever purposes they have.”
"Do not wish to live?"
“No, no, I’m fine either way. But I just don’t think it was smart of them to let ME live again.”
"I see. Well, any thing I can do for you?"
Ilsent thinks over this question for a while. “None of my possessions survived, did they? I doubt anything on my body lasted long with all that weathering…”
"I don't think so, I can check." he types on a computer and looks at something.
She undulates quietly, waiting for a further response.
"No, everything is gone. I'm sorry."
“It’s to be expected. Thank you for your effort anyway…”
"But, you'll be in the high rise apartments like I said, anything else I can do for you?"
“Yes, I still have a couple of questions.” She nods. “Am I just to live so you can observe me like a test subject, or am I living out a new chance at life? If so, am I in monetary debt about it? And who will I be residing beside?”
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She looks up for a moment. “Then I hope it was worth it for whatever purposes they have.”
"Do not wish to live?"
“No, no, I’m fine either way. But I just don’t think it was smart of them to let ME live again.”
"I see. Well, any thing I can do for you?"
Ilsent thinks over this question for a while. “None of my possessions survived, did they? I doubt anything on my body lasted long with all that weathering…”
"I don't think so, I can check." he types on a computer and looks at something.
She undulates quietly, waiting for a further response.
"No, everything is gone. I'm sorry."
“It’s to be expected. Thank you for your effort anyway…”
"But, you'll be in the high rise apartments like I said, anything else I can do for you?"
“Yes, I still have a couple of questions.” She nods. “Am I just to live so you can observe me like a test subject, or am I living out a new chance at life? If so, am I in monetary debt about it? And who will I be residing beside?”
"No roommate yet, and just a new chance at life, clean slate"
“How charitable of you…” She nods once more, stands, and exits. “Likely I’ll see you again. Is there any need in this colony for a pharmacist?”
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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.
*wait I just realized I only have one dude*
A new person is walking around his porch, and waves to Jack
The same new person is a new customer to Dew's business
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*J.K Rowling* *Is this sort of a future in which we have any technology we need? I am going to join.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
They walk closer, smiling at Jack
"Hello" They respond, smiling
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*2 things: Ok to both of these. And What is a murder drone?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Chat went silent*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hello" They respond, stretching a bit
"Yep" They nod a bit
*I'll whip up a desc for my guy. But my drawing tablet pen broke so I am in the process of buying a new one*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yes, I still have a couple of questions.” She nods. “Am I just to live so you can observe me like a test subject, or am I living out a new chance at life? If so, am I in monetary debt about it? And who will I be residing beside?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No?" They blink slightly confused
They follow and look around a slight bit in the room
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*ok*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“How charitable of you…” She nods once more, stands, and exits. “Likely I’ll see you again. Is there any need in this colony for a pharmacist?”
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 blink "What's your name?"
They lay down onto the table
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.