sheep_game | WOOF TIME

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WOOF TIME

WHO: Altruistic Sheep and/or Shit Stirrers
WHERE: Pasture and Elsewhere
WHEN: TBD

[It's time for some NEGOTIATIONS.

-Inventory!
-Gen Mingle!
-Fountain!
-The Gates!
-The City!
-The Office!
-????

Ooc: NEGOTIATIONS/DONATIONS POST!! idk when this is happening we'll figure it out. Comment to a header and we'll FIGURE SHIT OUT AS WE GO though note--no one can comment to the City/Office until you get past the gates!

Please note there's no super rush i'll be taking my time since work is a lil busy but goal is to have all this wrapped up by the 25th!]

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[just sort of. wades through the crowd as politely as he can to reach the supplier dudes and bend his head to them to speak quietly. if he’s big enough to be carrying people on his back he’s big enough to push through surely]

Excuse me, sirs. We’ve brought in some fresh supply, but we’re going to need your help to make sure it’s fairly distributed, without inciting another riot.

[prints illusory text on the white banner so it now reads PLEASE FORM AN ORDERLY LINE]

[He can easily make his way through the crowd on account of,,, dragon

but also on account of dragon:]

IS. IS THAT A FUCKING DRAGON?

A HOLY BEAST?!

[GUNS UP!!!

but they don't shoot. Mostly they are just baffled. especially when the illusion banner appears]

_{Dragons are under the holy beast label too? How did I miss THAT?}

[the old rabbit lady whispers back]

None on record, but back when I was a wee tot, there was a legend of a fifth holy beast. It was all rumors tho.

[She raises Angie's voice ~~damn, this body is so much better for projecting~~]

Hold your fire.

We bring gifts, with more on the way. Let us pass and it will be of great benefit to you.

[. . .one of the wolves sniff the air, scowling, not lowering his weapon yet as the crowd gives them room.]

You're. . .from that pasture, aren't you? Is this some sort of trap?

No.

We have enough to share. We've come to speak with Ceo about bringing you more, if he'll allow it. This is a show of goodwill for now, at least.

We are not your enemies. Like you, we are refugees. And fellow refugees shouldn't have to go hungry.

. . .

[slowly lowering weapon, ears pinning back.

He opens his mouth to retort when the crowd chimes in--]

If they have food, let them share!

Refugees from the Pasture. . .? I thought only the royal family remained there.

Maybe they're really here to finally help???

[gawd. Politics!! The wolf sighs, though very pointedly doesn't trust yet.]

Fine, what do you your twin, and the dragon have?

[is... is Muffin Angie's twin? Az and Angie are sharing a body rn, so it must be muffin...........]

Fresh and preserved foods. Fruits, vegetables, meat, milk, ice cream, grains... Everything we could gather. Also medicines like painkillers, sleep aids, and limbus.

Hopefully soon we'll be able to bring you a load of holy beast artifacts as well, but that may depend on some collaboration with Ceo. But I think we can all agree that losing more people to the mist is bad for everyone.

[listen i forgot how rose powers work]

[they look BAFFLED.]

And you're just. . .giving this to us?

You're from one of the remaining pastures, correct? You all aren't struggling?

[stares at them]

Do I look like I have the eyes of a Holy Beast?

[to be fully fair to them he has four eyes and Death-type coloration. but still]

Put those down, please. We’re here to provide supply and speak with Ceo, nothing more.

Y-you could be one of their vassals. . .! Like that bat!

[then, the other wolf looks at him worriedly]

But if they are, wouldn't that bring a curse down upon us. . .?

[the first snorts]

As if we aren't cursed enough harvesting the holy items as is. . .anyway, what business do you have with the Prince? Wait, how did you even get in here?

We walked and used your pass-phrase in good faith and sincerity. I am a shepherd of that pasture, not a Holy Beast’s vassal; these other two are members of our flocks who are of like mind.

[gesturing to Azgie and Muffin with a wing]

We would like to speak to him about a cessation of hostilities.

[staring at him like why would a flock be made up of dragons and what is CLEARLY a cat-bird wolfkind--

But he cocks his head, sneering.]

I. . .don't know what to make of this, but we just work the rations station. You'll need to go to corporate if you want any chance of a meeting with the Prince.

Try not to worry about it. I get a headache when I think about the situation too hard.

If you’re giving us the go-ahead to enter corporate, lower your weapons, please. The last thing I want is a fight in the middle of a civilian zone.

[They look at each other, very much both getting a headache right now. The first wolf scratches at his head, lowering his weapon with a defeated, frustrated snarl.]

We don't have the authority to give you any kind of okay, but if you go to corporate, the front desk might be able to help you. Good freaking luck, there have been people waiting to speak with him for months.

[then, he taps at the table]

If you're going to go, go ahead and our security won't stop you, but leave the food. Not just to make sure you aren't lying, but you could cause a riot just trotting all that through the streets.

[nods to Muffin]

That’s up to him. He’s the one carrying all of it.

[sure enough there is like zero food strapped onto Charon. it’s not an illusion either; all the food smells they can pick up are coming from where Muffin is pulling stuff out]

. . .

[the first nods to the other wolf, who begins talking to muffin. Then he points down the street.]

Fine. Like I said, you'll need to go to the corporate office--you'd need to even if you weren't here to just to talk to him. We try to register everyone who comes to the city so we can keep track of folks, and have records in case anyone goes missing or is devoured by the King.

So that's your next step.

Very well. Our thanks, sir.

[he will wait until the others have finished talking/sorting things out before he trundles them thataway]

No matter where you go, there truly is no escape from bureaucracy.

[can we just fly up to his office... climb his tower like king kong]

[displays a little bit of illusory text for them to read, out of eyeshot of the wolves or crowd

I can take two bodies through his office window without breaking it. Can you account for the third?]

[Angie said telepathy comes standard in genome bodies so theoretically she SHOULD be able to do this. She's digging deep into the weird chunk of magitek in their shared chest to try to figure out how this works, and is currently doing the mental equivalent of tapping the mic.]

[A voice that is simultaneously inaudible and yet very clearly Azdaja gets beamed into the heads of both Charon and Muffin:]

I cannot.

The only thing I can think of is that I could ride along in your head while Reverence rides in Muffin's. Four souls, two bodies.

But I'm not kidding when I say we should find a private place to make that exchange, as it is...

unsettling.

[I can cover all of us with an illusion while we make the switch. Doubtful they’ll let us just stop off in a rest house to tidy up before the meeting, as it were.]

Lobby’s just right over there, right?

[he doesn’t have any secret spy ways of communicating WHY ARE WE GOING THROUGH WINDOWS??]

I’d really prefer not to have to deal with excessive red tape.

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