lucky lucky nice to meet you

[crittersheep]

WHO: y'all
WHERE: places
WHEN: Day 82 morning through noon-ish

[ Well. Yesterday was certainly a thing! Between the paper curse and the surprise ritual with everyone's favorite Gambler Demon, shit went down a little. Like, not as much as some other sheep sheepenings, but a little!

so what are you all up to today. how's your luck doin'. ]

Comments

[debug_mode]

[Your Name is chilling in the cafeteria listening to her Weed radio from a few rituals ago, W-E-E-D, WEED Radio.]

[she has a small fruit salad, which she is consuming.]

[hardpity]

[ there's the usual clanging and banging from peony today

with more swears ]

[damegane]

[He actually ventures out!

...And promptly trips on a sheep and eats dirt.]

[endsjustified]

[maybe you’re napping after that ritual kept you up in the wee hours, or maybe this is just forward dated to nightfall. either way i do what i want and what i want is a little dream thread.

the first thing you’re aware of is that it feels like you’re lying in soft, cool grass, with the sun shining warm upon you. you hear birdsong somewhere overhead, and the distant grumble of some bigger beast.

open your eyes?]

((please only tag if you have reasonably well-established CR with Charon! this one isn’t structured super well for total strangers or brief acquaintances.))

Memories

[heavyliesthecrown]

[To be honest, he always feels a bit anxious about taking memories. Especially since his last ones have been a little rough. If he wants to properly remember anything, though, then he has to take chances. Today, he has two memory coins on his person, and left the rest of his at home. Surprsingly... today... they really aren't all that bad!

In the first memory he participates in a Rich Boy Battle Royal... among the elite! Servants and noble houses come together to chase and hunt one another in the forest with set roles after dark. After refusing to participate in a maid's costume [ =( ] , he teams up with a crafty friend and between the two of them they trick their opponents and win...! Forcing their friends to dress as maids instead and serve them after. It seems he's actually decent with a gun...?? Though had to feign being a terrible shot as part of their plan.

The next memory is a 'business' trip to a tropical island with Knights! It is for work and performing, but also to help one of his senpai get beyond his slump. While they do not speak the local language they manage to find their way about. Akuki (Ritsu) is here-- dying beneath the hot sun. At one point, Crescendo offers to carry him on his back, but ultimately falls over and is unable to do so in the sand. At least he tried. But nevertheless! He learns about different styles of music and is taught how to sort of spontaneously dance by Toccata to EDM! It is a pleasant and warm memory of them all visiting and realizing that music transcends language. ]

Whew-!

[He'll take it!]

[mykidisthebest]

[does not immediately open his eyes, but he does stretch out a hand as if to ward off someone intruding on his rest]

Let daddy rest for five more minutes...hmm?

[when his hand hits nothing but air and he realizes that the grumbling of a large beast is off in the distance, he cracks an eye open]

[heavyliesthecrown]

A radio...?

[What plays on the radio in sheepland...]

[heavyliesthecrown]

A bit of bad luck?

[Reaching down to help him up.]

[debug_mode]

[sounds like this (this is joke)]

Oh, Crescendo. Hello.

It doesn't bother you, does it? It was a... participation prize.

[endsjustified]

[he’s lying in the corner of a (familiar) house’s front hall! for whatever reason, part of the roof has caved in here; roots grow down this section of the walls, and the grassy patch he’s in hosts a little tree sapling and a scattering of wild daisies and buttercups, improbable against the otherwise still formal setting. light spills in, brighter and warmer than what comes in through the windows. the air smells green.

there’s still the big doors that were there last time (library, ballroom, garden,) or the stairs up to the second-floor landing. the smaller ways to the basement or side hall don’t seem apparent; he might have to look around if he wants to find them.]

[aiwillneversmile]

[as if completely ignoring the fact he has a truth effect on, cygnus is still just sitting outside and reading (calculus, I Am a Cat, and some magic book) like usual. at least, he's kind of near the lake this time, that's new... ]

[aiwillneversmile]

[was just walking by with books, wooooow]

You okay?

[heavyliesthecrown]

No, I do not mind. I am never against music. I am only here to drop off more fruit.

[Lifting his berry basket up.]

[shortforever]

[Well. Time to go see what's going on at Peony.]

[debug_mode]

[that gets her interest]

Drop off...?

[mykidisthebest]

[immediately assumes he did something wrong and jumps to his feet]

--Charon? Are you here?

[if there is no response he is going to, naturally, head towards...wherever the grumbling beat noises are coming from. presumably the garden?]

cw: blood, death

[shortforever]

[These kinds of things are always a gamble, but Odin still has memories he would like to recover, so it's a gamble he will take.

Tossing a memory coin in, and oh no it's a personal one. Odin seems kind of annoyed by it.]

Tch...still haunting me even now, huh?

[The dead really should just stay dead.

[endsjustified]

[a little breeze blows through when Lethe calls his name, but he doesn’t appear. weird! nothing feels particularly urgent or off here, though.

the beast grumbles are indeed from somewhere outdoors, and he can push open the doors to the garden, which…isn’t quite as garden as it was before.

why is it deep woods out there?]

[mykidisthebest]

[CONCERN INTENSIFIES]

Charon...what.

[is there a path. there probably isn't. HEADING...STRAIGHT.]

[endsjustified]

[there isn’t really a path, but as he takes his first steps out into it, he can sense that maybe…that’s the point. it’s all right for things to feel trackless right now. time and exploration will yield results. there’s a kind of patience that dwells here, rooted deep as any of the trees.

(if he wants a direction, though, there’s another grumpy animal grrrrmph from deeper in.]

[mykidisthebest]

[the lack of urgency and the clear sense that nothing seems actually wrong, just different, is enough for him to relax as he makes his way through the trees. he smiles and makes the same grrrrmph sound back, when he hears it. just in case it wasn't obvious that he's heading that direction. there's no need to startle a creature, after all.]

[endsjustified]

[he watches a giant birdlike head suddenly pop above the treeline at the answering noise, chitter in confusion, and then sink down out of sight again

it’s still a bit of a walk away. what’s he thinking about as he meanders over there?]

[wants_the_phd]

[Idk if we have a high enough social link so feel free to toss me in the dunk tank if necessary]

[Her eyes flicker open. When did she fall asleep? And somewhere that feels so exposed, of all places?]

[wants_the_phd]

[Passing by with a big wet clump of recently-harvested aquatic plants.]

Well, well. Fancy meeting you here.

[aiwillneversmile]

[does glance up but then goes right back to his book (also has a blue-white mark on his hand, ooh)]