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

[failsaver]

Uh, a chalice.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Even if you tell me, it means nothing to me. I cannot procure it, I do not know any of the locations in your world, and I do not possess magic. You may as well be talking about a far-off galaxy.

[failsaver]

... I get it.

I just shouldn't be blurting out specifics about my friends so casually, you know? If this kidnapping story was a test for gullibility, I would have failed already.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Fair enough.

Why did you want to travel between worlds?

[failsaver]

To seek audience with the gods.

[heavyliesthecrown]

That is... quite the audience.

[failsaver]

I had a good reason. Just gotta aim better next time, huh?

[heavyliesthecrown]

I do not believe it was an error on your part that you were dragged here.

[failsaver]

... Yeah, you're not the first to think that.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Did your flock tell you the same? Clover is kind.

[failsaver]

[ shakes head ]

We haven't spoken much—but yeah, one of them was kind enough to send me to the clinic without getting me killed.

It's just, uh. Like I said. Everyone seems to think that everyone else was kidnapped. That's the common theory, right? And if we were all kidnapped, then obviously it wouldn't be our fault that we're here.

[heavyliesthecrown]

We were all kidnapped by Miss Blossom.

[failsaver]

Mm. That book says as much.

How'd you know for sure, though?

[heavyliesthecrown]

She confessed to it.

[failsaver]

—That's it?

[heavyliesthecrown]

You do not believe her?

[failsaver]

It depends. Is her word the only proof you have?

[heavyliesthecrown]

The snake and Stormy seem to believe it, too. As well as the priests of the various flocks that exist presently.

[failsaver]

So, the natives.

...

Time will tell, I guess.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Naturally, you are welcome to search for alternative theories.

[failsaver]

Already on it, boss.