Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
He casually kicks it down and walks inside, holding out his arms to greet whatever might be waiting.
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
He bows sweepingly. "Ah, apologies, no. I'm afraid you simply left the door open. I get the impression this isn't simply a maintenance tunnel, though." He looks around, then pulls a fresh, pristine strawberry from his pocket and holds it out for anyone to take.
*Yippee!!*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Nice!
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*Here's what I got*
Deep in the tunnels, the walls seem to warp. The lights dim and reshape into dull, red coils in the purplish darkness. A hole opens in the ceiling, and pastry cream begins to drip out. Bits of chocolate. Drop of boozy, beautifully scented flavor extracts. Dregs of flour. And finally, a person drops through. Shaped like a tall, slightly chubby woman, but with hollow, harrowed red eyes, half-hidden behind a mask of sticks, bark, and strips of fabric. Dressed in a cream-colored apron with powders all over it, scholarly clothes, and armor made of petrified ironwood much like his mask, his humanoid silhouette is distorted to look like some sort of bizarre beast.
He looks around, his eyes glinting in the half-light, listening for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Anyway, I have to cede the computer in a little bit. This was the best I could come up with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He sees a locked door marked 'Maintenance', which seems to have been recently used
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He casually kicks it down and walks inside, holding out his arms to greet whatever might be waiting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Inside is a red-lit room containing several sealed vats. Men and women tend to the machinery, many of which have extreme cybernetic modifications. One of them walks over to you, a young man with a syn-mask, numerous USB ports in his cranium, and skin bearing an elaborate pattern of scars. 'We didn't have word of a new member?'
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He bows sweepingly. "Ah, apologies, no. I'm afraid you simply left the door open. I get the impression this isn't simply a maintenance tunnel, though." He looks around, then pulls a fresh, pristine strawberry from his pocket and holds it out for anyone to take.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Gtg for now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
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*i don't think they're here now but I might be able to rp*
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*Backeth*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*I'm doing okay. You?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Why do you think that?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!