just close our eyes and stuff fingers in our ears

[finalbows]

WHO: Rose & interlopers 

WHERE:  Rose Barn

WHEN: day 11

It's been a minute so: new barn post time! Yesterday was chaos! Today, we have a full flock!

Rose Barn status: Really Nice kitchen, half-heartedly maintained firepit out front (it's literally an ashen bald spot in the grass with some half burned bits in it) a rather tasteful firepit, pretty but uncomfortable red velvet couch, and as many fancy pillows as you could ever want. Also there's the pretty crystalline rose sculpture that gives you flock powers, but I'm going to rule Angel Devil has hid the sign explaining their powers so no visitors start wondering what "literal emotional support" means.

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[finalbows]

The sheep are largely soulless dolls lacking in all personality. So they tend not to complain. _{[ pause. ]} ...Try not to bully them too much, though, please.

[themanofyourdreams]

I'm not a bully! What kind of guy do you think I am?

I couldn't ever find that pink sheep, though... I tried looking for a while. You sure you weren't just bullshitting me?

[finalbows]

I'm sure. Too bad for your pretty gil~. She's about yay tall, and is as pink as a peach.

[themanofyourdreams]

Ugh. Guess I'll look again later.

In the meantime, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Do you know much about the other groups we have here?

[finalbows]

Some. I don't talk often to most of the Daffodils, beyond the hyena. But I shall answer your questions to the best of my ability.

[themanofyourdreams]

That implies you know a decent amount about all the others. That's pretty useful info for someone who just arrived.

Can you tell me what kind of place "Clover" is?

[finalbows]

A gaggle of stressed literal children, formerly part of a triangle between flocks Daffodil, Lily, and themselves comprised of a mother and her children. The mother -- a Daffodil -- recently lapsed into a... healing coma, of sorts, and has been confiscated by the sheep for safekeeping.

Formerly led by the daughter. Red eyes, orange mop, bit of a brat. They switched up the one holding the shepherd's crook shortly after the... incident described.

[themanofyourdreams]

They're all kids? That's not good...

Wait, what is the shepherd's crook supposed to mean?

[finalbows]

....some of them teenager-y? Pond Fiend's brother is one.

The crook means you're the 'leader,' as designated by the powers-that-be. Some people take it seriously, some don't. Shadow Fiend is more of a... laissez-faire, do as you will sort, which serves me just fine. I'm had enough flags to rally under in my life already.

[themanofyourdreams]

Yeah, something more relaxed sounds good to me too. So there's no problem if we go check on the kids' team... To make sure they're doing all right on their own.

[finalbows]

Oh, you should do fine. _{[ not gonna say ANYTHING about previous bad luck spell incidents. ]} I suppose we are truly the responsible sort, then?

[themanofyourdreams]

Guess so. So is there anyone else we should be on the lookout for? Who might need some attention?

[finalbows]

Attention...?

Ah...

Some of the black collars are dangerous. Bluebell are rather gregarious, if demonstrably foolish, Lily are....


_{[ glances out the window at where boatgate happened ]}

...Necessary, I've concluded, and Purple-- Thistle-- whatever they're called, are another gaggle of untended youths, all boys, if I recall correctly. They seem... independent, in the way of a well-stocked treehouse.

[themanofyourdreams]

That runs the risk of getting a little Lord of the Flies...

Necessary sounds ominous in its own way. I thought all the groups were random?

[finalbows]

Hm. I wouldn't put it past them to try putting on their own little demon summoning, no.

...the groups are... they're something, at least. Maybe the word is "appropriate?" There's also a fun little catch, to being on a flock, that we're allotted... certain new tricks we might not have had, before. Like this!

_{[ a pair of vines curl up out of the hay lining the floor, and he hands them the nail polish and cap. Working together, the pair secure the cap back on, and the extraneous one left not holding the polish retreats back into the earth. ]}

...Anyway, Lily's own skillset is... particularly useful to the public good.

[themanofyourdreams]

—What? The hell?! I didn't hear anything about that!

[HE'S... GOING TO POKE THE VINE?!?]

[finalbows]

_{[ feels like poking a vine. it wiggles in place after getting poked, curling into a tighter spiral around the nail polish bottle. ]}

Oops. Must've slipped our minds. There's a little more to Rose than just vines, too, but... _{[ evaluating look... ]}


Let's... start you off with the easy one. Go on. I find it helps to do a little push, in the air, with your hand, until you get used to it. Try to call for one yourself.

[themanofyourdreams]

You're seriously saying I can make one of these too?

[He hesitates, not trying it at first. If he does it himself, that feels like the final piece of evidence that the supernatural is real.

But finally he does extend his hand, pushing in the air to urge a vine out of the ground.]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ VINE GET ]



[ very faint "clap clap" because his nails still haven't dried ]</sub>

Look at you, a regular green thumb. I take it you're not too used to things like this?

[themanofyourdreams]

I didn't think magic was real... Maybe it really wasn't, back where I was from. But it's hard to argue with something like this.

[He carefully touches this one, too. It's just a vine! Again! Though his has more thorns on it, because he doesn't know to make it without thorns.]

[finalbows]

_{[ titter, titter. ]} You'll be seeing a lot of the like, in the future. Especially on this team. Personally, I couldn't live without it.

[themanofyourdreams]

Literally or figuratively?

[finalbows]

...well, I won't drop dead if I'm dropped into an anti-magic field, but I won't be happy about it, I can tell you that.

[themanofyourdreams]

So it's kind of like... a prosthetic.

[finalbows]

_{[ a little clipped , ]}

I'm perfectly organic, thank you.