sheep_game | Counting Stars

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Counting Stars

WHO: Sheeps
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Night Post Game 77 / Morning Day 78

[DID YOU GUYS HAVE A FUN GAME? ARE YOU FUCKED UP? WELL GET IT TOGETHER

or not, maybe you just need to sleep. have some sweet dreams. This can be a dream mingle or a reality mingle, I'm not the boss of yall]

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Who uses a paper weight anymore?

Edited 2024-05-15 00:36 (UTC)

People with a lotta papers. I keep school notes on my desk.

Edited 2024-05-15 00:39 (UTC)

[ straight-faced, ]

I've never heard of "school notes," but they sound like they suck.

[ snorts ]

They are the only reason I took Scarab home that day, but I still can't argue with that.

[ friendly lil shoulder nudge ]

Okay, I do know you mix the dry and wet ingredients separately before adding them to each other. Right?

Oh—yeah! Here, you can add the chocolate to the wet stuff, and I'll mix the dry stuff up.

[ Hands over the melted chocolate ]

Thanks.

[ mixing! ]

...it must've been really hard, trying to get back to your life after a year. Even if it didn't feel like one for you.

[ Starts sifting the dry ingredients together ]

... Yeah. I went by my friend Brenda's place the first day, but the place was up for sale. Turned out her dad died and she moved in with her aunt. And my boy Paco hooked up with one of the local gangs while I was gone. It was a lot to, uh, get used to I guess.

That's — gods. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. That's way worse than I had it when I got home after being away, this year.

Edited 2024-05-17 23:36 (UTC)

[ shrugs stiffly ]

It is what it is. Brenda still lived in town, and Paco's still my bro even if I was disappointed in him. We worked it out, and honestly I'm probably still around thanks to how much they've helped me out.

[ Glances over at him ]

Why were you away though?

I'm glad things are okay with them.

[ and then breathes out, too tired to check this bitterness ]

Uh, a goddess decided to steal me out of my life, take my memories, and dump me on the other side of the country. For the greater good, supposedly.

For the—what?!

[ angry fuckin noise ]

Yeah. It was, what, December? I came to in a strange forest in...I still don't actually know. February? March? All I do know for sure is that I was freezing, and alone, and barely knew anything about myself or what was happening. Lupa and the wolves — literal wolves, yeah — found me and trained me, and then I was on my own again until I could find the Roman camp. Which took a while, it's not like wolves give great directions. I got there in June. It was another week or so before I could get my memories back, and I don't recommend the method.

We had to go on another quest pretty much instantly, too, so I didn't actually get home until August. Not too long before my birthday. That was around a month before I landed here.

[ slams the sifter down in aggravation ]

I thought gods weren't supposed to interfere like that! Tell me she didn't get away with fucking around with your life and ditching you in the middle of nowhere.

[ just stops and looks at him ]

Hera, Queen of Olympus? Zeus wasn't thrilled with her, but who's going to hold her accountable?

Me and Scarab could do it.

[ snorts ]

I'd love to see that, actually.

I'll add it to our post-sheep hell agenda.

There's an agenda?

Yeah. I've gotta introduce everyone to my folks, meet Lethe's kids, meet your mom, and now fight Hera.

[ passes over the dry ingredients to be mixed in while he readies a brownie pan ]

[ glad, in this moment, that mind reading isn't one of scarab's many abilities. ]

You might have to fight Zeus too. I'm not sure how much he'd really care, but something something that's his wife even if he cheats on her constantly.

[ accepting the dry ingredients and gets to mixing with the wet ]

Okay, I do wanna fight him too, but I dunno if I can actually deal with two gods at once.

One at a time is more than pleny, yeah.

Speaking from experience?

Actually? Yeah. I battled Ares when I was twelve, and it's never really slowed down.

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