RITUAL 32 - never have i ever

[manwhofelltoearth]

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.]

rules | turn-in | winners and prizes

Comments

[reportinastorm]

That's something I hope I can help with, at least. I'm a reporter, so I specialize in finding the true story.

[throughbamboo]

Huh. Yer the right kinda person for the job, at least.

Yer friend in jail, or are they still out?

[reportinastorm]

...He hasn't been taken in yet. But he does have a sixty billion double-dollar bounty on his head... dead or alive.

And I'm not sure where he is.

[throughbamboo]

[what]

That's a helluva bounty, shit.

[reportinastorm]

He's blamed for the destruction of one of the Seven Cities.

[throughbamboo]

—a whole city?

[reportinastorm]

Yes.

[throughbamboo]

Fuckin' hell.

[reportinastorm]

...In that case, I know what really happened, because I was there for it. But there's a lot I still don't know, and it's been more challenging than I expected to... counter the prevailing narrative. Especially with him missing.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . . findin' out the whole truth's the important part. Counterin' the narrative's gonna be a whole thing on it's own, even if ya get everythin' out there. 'S my experience, at least.

He hidin' out, or - ?

[reportinastorm]

...I don't know. I haven't seen him in two years.

[throughbamboo]

'S a long time ta be missin'.

[reportinastorm]

...Yes, it is.

[throughbamboo]

Hope ya find him so ya can find out what really happened - for him an' for ya.