Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
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Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
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Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
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Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
"Strength." She picks up the monitor and continues to pad along. "How would you offer this? It seems too good to be true, but you're only artificial. You can't grant me strength."
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Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
"Strength." She picks up the monitor and continues to pad along. "How would you offer this? It seems too good to be true, but you're only artificial. You can't grant me strength."
I talk not only of physical might
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Samaritan is in the kitchen, the restaurant bustling with people. Many of his own workers have called out today so he is working behind the counter to get people's food while also being in the kitchen.
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
"Strength." She picks up the monitor and continues to pad along. "How would you offer this? It seems too good to be true, but you're only artificial. You can't grant me strength."
I talk not only of physical might
"Hmm. I'll consider it, but I don't know..."
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"'Kay, cool." He walks over to his terminal. "I'll get you some Mystery Offal. It's fresh and nonhuman. Doesn't look too pretty, but it's all clean and edible. My go-to meal, actually." A disposable metal sheet pan slides out on some rollers, filled with barely identifiable organs and off-cuts that happen to be made of edible material.
"Oh sweet. That's a nice stroke of luck!" You can assume they smile, even though you cant see their mouth. "She asked for mostly organs anyways"
"I'm sure she'll love it. Do you plan on cooking this, or leaving it raw? 'Cause I have recipes for both. Organs are harder to eat raw because of the compounds within them and their general toughness, but some seasonings and acids can really make them delicious. I've experimented with this stuff myself, and I cannot recommend it less. Let someone else do the hard part."
"It's gotta be raw. But trust me, she can handle it." they let out a chuckle, muffled a bit by the mask.
*bonk*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"I'm sure she'll love it. Do you plan on cooking this, or leaving it raw? 'Cause I have recipes for both. Organs are harder to eat raw because of the compounds within them and their general toughness, but some seasonings and acids can really make them delicious. I've experimented with this stuff myself, and I cannot recommend it less. Let someone else do the hard part."
"It's gotta be raw. But trust me, she can handle it." they let out a chuckle, muffled a bit by the mask.
He nods and weighs the tray. "First one of the day is always the biggest." He clamps a plastic lid down on it and slides it over. "If you need help getting it to where you're going, there's a coinop loader bot near the entrance."
"I'm sure she'll love it. Do you plan on cooking this, or leaving it raw? 'Cause I have recipes for both. Organs are harder to eat raw because of the compounds within them and their general toughness, but some seasonings and acids can really make them delicious. I've experimented with this stuff myself, and I cannot recommend it less. Let someone else do the hard part."
"It's gotta be raw. But trust me, she can handle it." they let out a chuckle, muffled a bit by the mask.
He nods and weighs the tray. "First one of the day is always the biggest." He clamps a plastic lid down on it and slides it over. "If you need help getting it to where you're going, there's a coinop loader bot near the entrance."
"Nah, i can carry this." They pick up the tray easily.
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Finley is milling about the building, looking around at what's changed since they last visited this place a good few months ago. At one point they cease their pacing, taking a few seconds to gather their thoughts and let the headache fade again, before continuing- though now in the general direction of Algernon's built-in restaurant.
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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)
Finley is milling about the building, looking around at what's changed since they last visited this place a good few months ago. At one point they cease their pacing, taking a few seconds to gather their thoughts and let the headache fade again, before continuing- though now in the general direction of Algernon's built-in restaurant.
*Hey, Yvonne!*
An ancient, hulking, humanoid automaton is managing the much newer and cuter chefbots. The infernal machine, all black iron and chipped paint, sees Finley and suddenly moves to intercept, filling the air with an almost cloying scent of fresh food. "Hello hello helloooo!" The machine chatters in the voice of a young woman, clearly excited. "May I take your order today?"
This thing looks like it could crush a truck with one hand and survive a hit from a small missile. It does not look like it belongs in a convenience store.
Finley is milling about the building, looking around at what's changed since they last visited this place a good few months ago. At one point they cease their pacing, taking a few seconds to gather their thoughts and let the headache fade again, before continuing- though now in the general direction of Algernon's built-in restaurant.
*Hey, Yvonne!*
An ancient, hulking, humanoid automaton is managing the much newer and cuter chefbots. The infernal machine, all black iron and chipped paint, sees Finley and suddenly moves to intercept, filling the air with an almost cloying scent of fresh food. "Hello hello helloooo!" The machine chatters in the voice of a young woman, clearly excited. "May I take your order today?"
This thing looks like it could crush a truck with one hand and survive a hit from a small missile. It does not look like it belongs in a convenience store.
*Hello Baal! How art thou this fine day?*
Finley isn't at all intimidated by the hulking construct, and they can't help but smile at the excitement in their voice. "Hello to you too!" They start with similar cheeriness. "Hmm... I think I may need a minute to decide, it's been a long time since I've been here." They take a seat at one of the available tables, sliding over the menu book to in front of them. The ring-bound book has dozens of laminated pages, managing to cram Algernon's expansive menu within one easy-to-process package, though it's still a bit daunting to new customers.
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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)
*Hellio*
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.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Strength." She picks up the monitor and continues to pad along. "How would you offer this? It seems too good to be true, but you're only artificial. You can't grant me strength."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
I talk not only of physical might
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*Absolutely*
*Go for it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan is in the kitchen, the restaurant bustling with people. Many of his own workers have called out today so he is working behind the counter to get people's food while also being in the kitchen.
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
"Hmm. I'll consider it, but I don't know..."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
*bonk*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
He nods and weighs the tray. "First one of the day is always the biggest." He clamps a plastic lid down on it and slides it over. "If you need help getting it to where you're going, there's a coinop loader bot near the entrance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah, i can carry this." They pick up the tray easily.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*Good morning, my fellow tale-weavers!*
Finley is milling about the building, looking around at what's changed since they last visited this place a good few months ago. At one point they cease their pacing, taking a few seconds to gather their thoughts and let the headache fade again, before continuing- though now in the general direction of Algernon's built-in restaurant.
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)
*Hey, Yvonne!*
An ancient, hulking, humanoid automaton is managing the much newer and cuter chefbots. The infernal machine, all black iron and chipped paint, sees Finley and suddenly moves to intercept, filling the air with an almost cloying scent of fresh food. "Hello hello helloooo!" The machine chatters in the voice of a young woman, clearly excited. "May I take your order today?"
This thing looks like it could crush a truck with one hand and survive a hit from a small missile. It does not look like it belongs in a convenience store.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hello Baal! How art thou this fine day?*
Finley isn't at all intimidated by the hulking construct, and they can't help but smile at the excitement in their voice. "Hello to you too!" They start with similar cheeriness. "Hmm... I think I may need a minute to decide, it's been a long time since I've been here." They take a seat at one of the available tables, sliding over the menu book to in front of them. The ring-bound book has dozens of laminated pages, managing to cram Algernon's expansive menu within one easy-to-process package, though it's still a bit daunting to new customers.
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)
*kfjeotjektjktrj THE SHEPHERD. I FORGOT. I CAN USE HER HERE CUZ SHE LITERALLY IS FROM HERE-*
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