wooliefrand: (pic#16437044)
wooliefrand ([personal profile] wooliefrand) wrote in [community profile] sheep_game2024-10-06 04:46 pm

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!!]
mykidisthebest: (grow in ivy vines that hold me)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-04 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
It felt important to get your permission before I started messing around with the nuclear arm bomb. Body. Since it's a particularly sensitive subject.
endsjustified: (manners.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-04 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
You cannot be surprised at this point that I would have this agenda, also. Losing you one time to this, even temporarily and according to plan, was more than enough.
featherduster: sheepish, sigh, tired (haaaaah)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] featherduster 2024-11-04 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ H-Huffs a little ]

C'mon... I'm actually not terrible at it these days. When demons aren't pulling the strings, I mean.
mykidisthebest: (Envy green)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-04 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard for me to say what improvement's been done when I don't see you use anything more than a gun most of the time. I'll take you at your word when you say you're improving. But you're still not comfortable using all of your abilities, are you? For skills of this level, at your age, you should be confident when saying that!
endsjustified: (prelude to the tragedy.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-04 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[his eyes lid contemplatively]

Bring your wings out, then.
featherduster: sheepish (roadrash on face nbd)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] featherduster 2024-11-05 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh my god???? ]

Well now I'm self-conscious . . .
mykidisthebest: (I been pushing for this for so long)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[SPARKLES]

--I want to see! I've already got mine out, what's there to be self-conscious of?
endsjustified: (get out of my school.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-05 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[tiny huff…

spreads his own and folds them around Lethe and Minuet, warm, an odd mix of leathery and feathery]
featherduster: * (pic#16836644)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] featherduster 2024-11-05 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ These two boys fundamentally ain't right somehow.

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. ]
mykidisthebest: (rather than gazing at a starless sky)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-05 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[immediately starts poking at Minuet's feathers with his own, tangling them together in the same way one might lace fingers]

Something about the way you move them isn't very fluid. Is it difficult?
endsjustified: (manners.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-05 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[he lets Lethe do the questioning for a bit, while he sweeps as big an armful of their combined wings into reach as possible and starts grooming them like a mom cat grooming a baby kitten]
featherduster: !, ?, // (pic#16666002)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] featherduster 2024-11-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ WAIT. MR. LETHE



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. ]
mykidisthebest: (For a first effort this)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Lethe has 0% plant instinct and 100% human instinct and just knows making all their feathers a tangled mess is probably the best way to make sure Minuet doesn't try to hide them again]

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.
endsjustified: (harrowing.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Do not move.

[sprawls even more heavily over their legs and starts purring as he neatens up their feathers]
featherduster: // (pic#16758200)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] featherduster 2024-11-05 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ for fucks sake ]

N-No. I don't know? It's just a little, uh . . . intimate?
mykidisthebest: (fever dream)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] mykidisthebest 2024-11-05 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[absently skritches Charon's ears]

Intimate? Then it's fine if I touch them.
endsjustified: (fire the chaff.)

Re: POST RITUAL MINGLE

[personal profile] endsjustified 2024-11-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
It’s fine if we touch them.

[purrs louder, the translucent inner lids closing across all his eyes]