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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[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.

[oh shit the telepathy worked ✨ This is officially her new favorite form of communication now.]

We could sign in at the desk and go in through the window as Plan B if they ask us to come back later. At least we'll have made the effort to play by their rules. But this is a bit time-sensitive, so hopefully they'll understand.

[y’know what if all else fails they could also just gallop up the stairs to CEO’s floor from the lobby if they’re wide enough, whatever. shakes his wings out a little]

Come along then. We can follow the niceties a bit longer; perhaps novelty and what we offer will carry the day there, as well.

[time to sail majestically into corporate’s ground floor like they own the place]

[ luckily, this mfer is an EXPERT at majestically sailing ]

[muffin is not sailing muffin is wearing flip-flops]

[imagine women with red solo party cup memes but its all office workers with little triangle paper cups of water or coffee

a she-would in a stereotypical pencil skirt/suit runs up to them.]

Ah, pardon me, but do you have an appointment? We're awfully swamped today.

Edited 2024-09-24 02:42 (UTC)

Oh, hello.

If you didn't know we were coming already, dearie, you are far too low on the chain to have this conversation with us.

Reverence if you speak to Ceo like this I'm gonna throw us both out the window.

_{Conversation runs too late into the evening, you'll have to either way. I'm being punctual.}

At least that might reinforce your wolf cred.

We’re from the pasture of the royal houses. Ceo will want to see us.

[…]

Or rather, he won’t want to. But he’ll find it worth his while.

Can you please tell him that representatives from Lily, Rose, and Daffodil are waiting to speak with him? Want to discuss sharing resources and information.

[she practically BRISTLES all over at Angie's remark, ears pinning back with a ha-RUMPH.]

My--my apologies, but I have managed the prince's schedule thoroughly since Miss Bea's resignation! Surely I would not have missed such a vital appointment. . .?

[she calms tho, clearing her throat trying not to let a growl bubble up. She flips through a schedule book.]

But, royal houses you say? Lily, Rose, Daffodil. . .we have survivors from Azalea, Lilac and Buttercup meant to speak with counselors in two moons time. Why should you skip ahead of them? What resources?

Please forgive me, that was a terribly rude thing for me to say. I hit my head recently and sometimes things just fall right out of my mouth.

I'm sorry, dearie, it's not you, it's me.

[CLAMPS ANGIE'S TEETH FUCKING SHUT

CHARON AND MUFFIN TAKE THE WHEEL]

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