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Baa-trayal
WHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: 109 afternoon thru evening
[It happened so suddenly--no matter where you were, even if you didn't get caught up in, you suddenly saw the massive, ghostly body of Death standing over the pasture. Whether you were in your barn, the cafeteria, exploring the meadow or forest, it didn't matter. You suddenly found yourself sucked into seemingly another realm, experiencing memories and feelings and urges that certainly did not belong to you. A ritual is being performed, but it was not caused by Weed or Sheep or Blossom. Not, Death herself called this one, in an effort to call attention to. . .something, who knows.
As you eventually wake up from the ritual--possibly with injuries or horrific memories, you will find yourself at the fountain.
Blossom, Stormy, and Lady are also there, soundly asleep. And also tied up. Death is tired of their shit okay.]
[ooc:
SESSIONS | WINNERS/RESULTS | SPIRITS | ROOM NOTES | POST BAA-TRAYAL MINGLE
Note: I'm setting this as 109 since the last game was 107, so there's two full days to back thread stuff yall might need if need be!!]
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: 109 afternoon thru evening
[It happened so suddenly--no matter where you were, even if you didn't get caught up in, you suddenly saw the massive, ghostly body of Death standing over the pasture. Whether you were in your barn, the cafeteria, exploring the meadow or forest, it didn't matter. You suddenly found yourself sucked into seemingly another realm, experiencing memories and feelings and urges that certainly did not belong to you. A ritual is being performed, but it was not caused by Weed or Sheep or Blossom. Not, Death herself called this one, in an effort to call attention to. . .something, who knows.
As you eventually wake up from the ritual--possibly with injuries or horrific memories, you will find yourself at the fountain.
Blossom, Stormy, and Lady are also there, soundly asleep. And also tied up. Death is tired of their shit okay.]
[ooc:
SESSIONS | WINNERS/RESULTS | SPIRITS | ROOM NOTES | POST BAA-TRAYAL MINGLE
Note: I'm setting this as 109 since the last game was 107, so there's two full days to back thread stuff yall might need if need be!!]
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C'mon... I'm actually not terrible at it these days. When demons aren't pulling the strings, I mean.
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Bring your wings out, then.
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Well now I'm self-conscious . . .
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--I want to see! I've already got mine out, what's there to be self-conscious of?
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spreads his own and folds them around Lethe and Minuet, warm, an odd mix of leathery and feathery]
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But he relents, letting the hundreds of wings and feathers unspool. It's a deliberate movement, not one that matches the lazy energy of their current pile -- but he was technically right that it's very controlled, every movement of every feather. Perhaps too much so.
The control is there, but not the trust. ]
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Something about the way you move them isn't very fluid. Is it difficult?
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He just kind of immediately turns bright red. Like some innate part of him knows this is lewd but doesn't know why, since this situation never should have been possible to begin with. ]
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Ah. I think they just got stiffer. Would it help if I showed you how I move them around? ...Wow, you're really red. We can open the window if you're hot.
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[sprawls even more heavily over their legs and starts purring as he neatens up their feathers]
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N-No. I don't know? It's just a little, uh . . . intimate?
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Intimate? Then it's fine if I touch them.
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[purrs louder, the translucent inner lids closing across all his eyes]