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sheep_game2024-06-14 04:56 pm
manwhofelltoearth) wrote in sheep_game2024-06-14 04:56 pm
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RITUAL 32 - never have i ever
WHO: you
WHERE: around the pasture
WHEN: morning 86
[so how are we doing, everybody? feeling a little more together? feeling a little furry, floaty, or both? well–don’t mind this newer Weed who’s just climbed up on a big rock, clapping his mildly bloody hands together to get your attention.
is that a new demon hovering around him? well–this might as well happen.]
‘Scuse me! I’m Father Argent, if we haven’t previously met. I know this is a little presumptuous and all, but it seems like most people could use a pick-me-up right now? So my friend over here and I have, well, arranged something. I hope you’ll indulge us today!
[and a little ripple of movement goes through the surrounding area, transforming it – the colours of this part of the pasture go pastel, and everything gets bubbly. rocks are now round and bouncy, the grass loses its edges and looks more like a carpet of fat succulents, fences look and feel kinda like pool noodles. you can bounce around without damaging anything, if you build up enough momentum, but even without doing that it’s just…nice to hang out on, soft and springy. there’s also some random clear spheres hanging here and there in the air, filled with small round crunchy snacks and drinks like popcorn, or pork rind and grain puffs, or gummies, or cold water, or weak beer. not enough to fill up on or really get drunk, but something to munch and keep you refreshed.
y’all are stuck here for a bit! and even if you’re not in immediate range or holed up indoors, you might feel the pull to come see what’s up – or simply be teleported into the ritual zone, in a bright popping flurry of bubbles.]
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WHERE: around the pasture
WHEN: morning 86
[so how are we doing, everybody? feeling a little more together? feeling a little furry, floaty, or both? well–don’t mind this newer Weed who’s just climbed up on a big rock, clapping his mildly bloody hands together to get your attention.
is that a new demon hovering around him? well–this might as well happen.]
‘Scuse me! I’m Father Argent, if we haven’t previously met. I know this is a little presumptuous and all, but it seems like most people could use a pick-me-up right now? So my friend over here and I have, well, arranged something. I hope you’ll indulge us today!
[and a little ripple of movement goes through the surrounding area, transforming it – the colours of this part of the pasture go pastel, and everything gets bubbly. rocks are now round and bouncy, the grass loses its edges and looks more like a carpet of fat succulents, fences look and feel kinda like pool noodles. you can bounce around without damaging anything, if you build up enough momentum, but even without doing that it’s just…nice to hang out on, soft and springy. there’s also some random clear spheres hanging here and there in the air, filled with small round crunchy snacks and drinks like popcorn, or pork rind and grain puffs, or gummies, or cold water, or weak beer. not enough to fill up on or really get drunk, but something to munch and keep you refreshed.
y’all are stuck here for a bit! and even if you’re not in immediate range or holed up indoors, you might feel the pull to come see what’s up – or simply be teleported into the ritual zone, in a bright popping flurry of bubbles.]
rules | turn-in | winners and prizes
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[is this a conversation they want to have with rubberneckers…
busses someone else for a subject change]
Lady on Bluebell made daughter out of sponge cake.
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[ HELLO? ]
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Some people... have more power, to make intelligent living things... than they really ever should.
[ himself included ]
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--I need to...
I need to go look for something at Rose.
[ he doesn't care if the demon doesn't let him in his barn he will at least be over there and not over here ]
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[he knows what angel devil running looks like, but is this running away from him too?]
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[it takes more of an effort for muffin to smooth the worry off his face, like this is a casual chat!, but he does it quickly enough. think about having a beak. make beak expressions.]
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