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

[strateelgic]

Yes, that's right!

[heavyliesthecrown]

I would imagine that since you work in a restaurant, you would be given more free reign over leftovers and be allowed to help yourself to some food there as compensation.

[strateelgic]

If it would otherwise be wasted.

Azul gets peeved if I literally eat into profits.

[heavyliesthecrown]

As my cook you would be allowed to eat as much as your heart desired.

[strateelgic]

[Sighs and pats him on the head.]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He lets him for just a moment before catching his wrist to pull it down from his head and releasing him.]

Anyway, I have meant to speak with you. It has just...been chaotic.

I no longer need help with that thing I mentioned before. So I wished to lay that to rest for you.

[strateelgic]

Oh?

Well I hope this is a good thing, meaning you're out of an unfortunate bargain.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Mm. Upon death, I lost everything.

[strateelgic]

If you could so easily lose the abilities granted to you here, then they weren't good enough.

We'll find you something a little more lasting - like the mer form.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Thank you for believing that to even be possible.

[strateelgic]

Why wouldn't it be?

But no more deals with demons without conferring with me first.

[heavyliesthecrown]

How about no more deals with demons period.

[He's learned his lesson.]

[strateelgic]

That's also acceptable.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Thank you for having been willing to help before, though.

[strateelgic]

Of course! I don't mind lending my little cat a hand.

[heavyliesthecrown]

[ . . . . . . . Studying him for a moment.]

[strateelgic]

Hm?

[heavyliesthecrown]

It is nothing. I just felt a bit anxious today, but perhaps I added some undue stress where I did not need to.

[strateelgic]

That does sound like something you would do.

[heavyliesthecrown]

Yeah, well-- I admit it is a bad habit. I am working on it.

[strateelgic]

I'm be sure to remind you if I catch you doing it.

[heavyliesthecrown]

I am sure you will.