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

[endsjustified]

By the third round our youngest member was playing alone because all his attending teammates had been slaughtered, and I’m fairly sure the reason he was in the position to murder was because a majority of voting teams decided we were the easier sacrifice if that final choice was leading to a death.

Lily doesn’t expect others to play nicely. The rules often prevent it anyway. Certainly we were all under duress. But there’s following the rules and there’s building fatality into something when it was entirely unnecessary.

I’m not really interested in a prolonged debate here—you’re hardly going to influence your fellows into behaving any better, anyway. I’m just angry with you and with all those who were in that room with you. That’s all.

[jerkalope]

Fine with me, like I said, I'm a professional! You're not the first one to self-righteously point a finger. Won't be the last either~

Blame Faith and Jazz as well. If anything, they were happy to take credit!

But anyone else in that room, any Weed? No matter what they did or didn't do? Well, if you as the shepherd are going to blame us all, don't try lecturing about better behavior. That kind of group condemnation is an unpopular rationale, it won't go over so well with the other flocks either, to be honest.

I know your youngest has an alter personality. In my case, I wouldn't simply blame "Lily" but take the time to mull over who was responsible for what, even when they're sharing the same trigger finger. But that's my personal standards...

[ moves to get up and see if he can move to another part of the bubble ball pit, since he's obviously not welcome ]

Hold onto that anger if it makes you feel better! But never have I ever let my personal biases get in the way of a judgement.

[endsjustified]

[snorts]

You’re one to talk about not lecturing, and you’re the only one talking about justifying anything to any other flocks.

Have a care where your judgements land you, and good day.