anyway. there's food? of course there's bloody food someone was prepared. there's little cakes, and some pie and stew. plenty of stew because sometime's it's murder evening at the tavern in heaven once more and you need stew and pies to make it a little less shite.
once he's down making sure all that's out, he's just gonna sprawl in one of the beanbag chairs i'm saying is still here from movie night last week. comfy. exhausted.
[gives you all a RELATIVELY decent thoughtshare before we get fucking FLAVOR BLASTED with trauma from everybody else in this gotdamn room.
it's more on the imagination/dreamscape end, while wis'adel settles somewhere and tries to relax. a sort of dreary city square with a furnace in its plaza; you can see the larger furnace in the distance.
this isn't terribly warm or welcoming, probably, but it's trying. you can't see anyone, but there's the sound of a guitar playing, an indistinct voice singing along in the background.
she's simply chilling wherever she's settled, though her tail does flick along with the rhythm of whatever the imagined guitarist is playing.]
[ god. fidelio looks fucking exhausted but he's here with all his medical supplies to keep checking up on people, and he's got, like. sheets and stuff laid out over the furniture in case people bleed through their bandages.
i cannot do another bloody week of this.
...and at other times the tavern will shift to look a little more like room at an inn on an island. ]
[ well he's not bleeding ANYMORE, he's just... idk, curled up covered in bandages somewhere. i'm sorry he is absolutely not responsive tonight he's just disassociating unless he's spoken to.
you might catch him talking to himself under his breath, though. ]
[ you are all so sad and miserable.... taair's sitting somewhere bundled up in like two blankets and comfy clothes, just kind of watching the others sleepily, quiet. he has a book on his lap as usual, though he's not reading it much.
every now and then he sniffles, and eventually lets out a sneeze like a tiny kitten. ]
[ they have really just accepted this is happening every week, so the baby lion they've had around appears to have been stowed away somewhere, and they're sitting on the bar counter just hanging out. their fingers appear to be tapping on their thigh in the moments they aren't drinking from a bottle of beer next to them.
just grabs a fucking drink from the bar and holds it in a vice grip before going around to make sure the injured people aren't, like, reopening their wounds and shit. god. mizu's thoughts are mostly comprised of tense silence and a very quiet, somewhat frustrated shit upon taking in everyone's injuries again.
and then sometimes the tavern will shift, and you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of a burning hallway, overlooking a burning city. this will only last for a handful of seconds before we're all back in our cozy tavern, because you are all so fucking injured and traumatized already........]
[ hi he's here too and I also want to dreamscape share a nice tavern that is probably much, much nastier than this nice one. but still! nostalgia ...
otherwise, he's looking over at all the injured people and looking guilty and occasionally thought sharing the image of himself bitten in half leaving just his legs that shadowheart had shared earlier. so. that's fun. ]
[Just curled up on a couch in a far corner with a wet cloth on his head for the fever that he can't seem to shake. He has bucket next to him in case he gets sick. He has his head down and is just trying not to think.]
[ eupha's here, with her lance propped up against a nearby wall as usual. fit check, she ditched her earlier clothes since they were covered in cyoaer blood. after going around to check on people and offer water and blankets, she'll settle down to eat some of basilio's cooking. despite all of the thursday that just happened, she doesn't seem too worn out.
snake is also here! it pokes its head out of its basket to mlem at the world. ]
[well, at some point, she will awkwardly sit up from wherever she's slumped over.]
Alright, well, I planned to talk about this tonight and I'm not going to let half of us being chewed up and spit out derail me.
[a glance at till and fidelio, then a glance at gabriel.]
Gabriel, I apologize, but I'm about to talk about you as though you aren't here. It has been a day. Please feel free to interject if I'm getting anything wrong.
[pausing after she moves the wrong way to gesture at gabriel and wincing.]
So. Two things. First, did anyone speak to Mary last night? Can we compare notes on what we may have learned from her? Second - Yves sent me a dream, and others sent dreams to Till, Fidelio, and Uruha. I suppose there may be more about.
The gist of the dreams, and I'll let Till and Fidelio talk about theirs in more detail, is the angels on the side with the healing center were all hired at the same time as Gabriel was. But Mary was not among them. She replaced an angel called Ariel. They do not know what became of Ariel; she is not in the healing center, so her soul must be somewhere. I believe Uruha has already asked Gabriel about Ariel and they do not remember her.
It seems that uncovering what Mary was up to on behalf of the entity and working to locate Ariel might give us an advantage in finding out what the Entity is planning, and at this very moment I would very much like to have a word with them.
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anyway. there's food? of course there's bloody food someone was prepared. there's little cakes, and some pie and stew. plenty of stew because sometime's it's murder evening at the tavern in heaven once more and you need stew and pies to make it a little less shite.
once he's down making sure all that's out, he's just gonna sprawl in one of the beanbag chairs i'm saying is still here from movie night last week. comfy. exhausted.
sometimes you'll get a little thoughtshare moment, and the tavern shifts to look more like a comfortable but odd looking meeting room, but bas is too tired to really worry about it. ]
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it's more on the imagination/dreamscape end, while wis'adel settles somewhere and tries to relax. a sort of dreary city square with a furnace in its plaza; you can see the larger furnace in the distance.
this isn't terribly warm or welcoming, probably, but it's trying. you can't see anyone, but there's the sound of a guitar playing, an indistinct voice singing along in the background.
she's simply chilling wherever she's settled, though her tail does flick along with the rhythm of whatever the imagined guitarist is playing.]
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i cannot do another bloody week of this.
...and at other times the tavern will shift to look a little more like room at an inn on an island. ]
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you might catch him talking to himself under his breath, though. ]
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every now and then he sniffles, and eventually lets out a sneeze like a tiny kitten. ]
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all of you are so injured. ]
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just grabs a fucking drink from the bar and holds it in a vice grip before going around to make sure the injured people aren't, like, reopening their wounds and shit. god. mizu's thoughts are mostly comprised of tense silence and a very quiet, somewhat frustrated shit upon taking in everyone's injuries again.
and then sometimes the tavern will shift, and you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of a burning hallway, overlooking a burning city. this will only last for a handful of seconds before we're all back in our cozy tavern, because you are all so fucking injured and traumatized already........]
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otherwise, he's looking over at all the injured people and looking guilty and occasionally thought sharing the image of himself bitten in half leaving just his legs that shadowheart had shared earlier. so. that's fun. ]
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Alright, well, I planned to talk about this tonight and I'm not going to let half of us being chewed up and spit out derail me.
[a glance at till and fidelio, then a glance at gabriel.]
Gabriel, I apologize, but I'm about to talk about you as though you aren't here. It has been a day. Please feel free to interject if I'm getting anything wrong.
[pausing after she moves the wrong way to gesture at gabriel and wincing.]
So. Two things. First, did anyone speak to Mary last night? Can we compare notes on what we may have learned from her? Second - Yves sent me a dream, and others sent dreams to Till, Fidelio, and Uruha. I suppose there may be more about.
The gist of the dreams, and I'll let Till and Fidelio talk about theirs in more detail, is the angels on the side with the healing center were all hired at the same time as Gabriel was. But Mary was not among them. She replaced an angel called Ariel. They do not know what became of Ariel; she is not in the healing center, so her soul must be somewhere. I believe Uruha has already asked Gabriel about Ariel and they do not remember her.
It seems that uncovering what Mary was up to on behalf of the entity and working to locate Ariel might give us an advantage in finding out what the Entity is planning, and at this very moment I would very much like to have a word with them.
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