ROSE BARN

[wooliefrand]

Who: Rose
Where: Rose Barn
When: Day 1, Post Awakening

[Making your way to your new barn, you'll find your personal meadow is peppered with red flowers, the occasional red brainless sheep, a small pond full of clear, fresh water, and curiously a big, blooming apple tree. One a day will keep doctors away! Because there are none.

When you enter your barn, you'll find it's. . .quaint.

The first thing you see is your team's name painted in red on a wall, surrounded by a wreath of flowers. Above it is a wooden plaque with an inspirational message in the style of those Live, Laugh, Love fixtures, just. A bit hard to read.

Your eyes will be drawn to a tall crystalized rose sculpture below the plaque. You may feel the urge to touch it, and if not, some nearby framed instructions on the wall may give you a nudge. "Touch to regain your lost abilities!"

Unfortunately, while you may innately know how to activate them, what exactly do they do? You'll have to figure that out.

As for the rest of the barn itself, it's two stories and fairly basic. There is hay everywhere, and six extremely basic cots, three upstairs, three downstairs. If you examine them and remove the hay, each member of the team will find three outfits (+pajamas) for their use.

There is also a sign pointing the way to an attached portapotty--thankfully, it somehow opens up to a basic bathroom. There's one toilet, one very small bath, rickety shower, and sink. In the cabinet is enough soap, paper, and dental hygiene products for all.


Rustic is putting it lightly, but it seems that this is your home away from home!]

Comments

[pleasantmisery]

[pondering the sign, head tilted as she tries to read around the frame]

Life begins at the zone end of your comfort? Life of end your comfort zone the begins at?

[catposting]

[ Don't mind him barging right past her looking DETERMINED.

He stops in front of the rose sculpture, raises his hand, and -

Sighs, turning to look at his "teammate". ]

On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you trust those brats?

[finalbows]

Life begins at the...of end your comfort... zone...?

Feels like playing playing a tile game.

[finalbows]

<sub>[ wastes ZERO FUCKING TIME approaching that rose sculpture

reverently strokes one of the petals with his fingertips like some kind of fucking freak

if this doesn't work he's pushing it over.

...

it worked.
gets this face ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ after this. ]

You're all way too trusting, you know that?

[ Hello again!!! ]

[omgkittyhi]

[ touches the flower.

and then bangs her staff loudly on the ground. ]

Rose Army, hear the call of your President! Since you are all devils and not humans, I cannot refer to you as "human", but this means I am lacking a way to address you. So! You will each tell me what kind of devil you are, and if you wish for an additional name I shall generously let you choose one.

However!

As President, I will not have my followers have weak or lame sounding titles. If you choose something that I don't like, I have the power of veto and I shall use it. Now, speak!

[finalbows]

I am an angel, thank you.

_{[ not dressed like that he isn't. ]}

[catposting]

What, sinners can't be humans? That's a new one.

[pleasantmisery]

Oh no, I'm not a devil at all! Though I can see how you might get confused.

I'm a tiefling!

[strangeheadfellows]

Don't underestimate humans. I refuse to agree to being called a devil.

[strangeheadfellows]

[didn't you just talk to this guy?]

Not a devil. Homunculus.

[flat_sharp]

A devil? No, not really. Me and my other half will both need names though.

[strangeheadfellows]

[inspecting the barn, then into the portapotty, then up stairs--]

It doesn't look like they were surprised by how many people arrived.

[pleasantmisery]

What makes you say that?

[she sounds genuinely surprised]

[finalbows]

Doesn't, does it. I think perhaps a little pink sheep told us a little white lie.

1/?

[strangeheadfellows]

[eventually after sniffing around he decides to go ahead and touch the rose to 'regain his abilities' and immediately a few things happen--

[strangeheadfellows]

[1. a tattoo appears on his left hand that wasn't there before, it looks like an ouroboros ]

[strangeheadfellows]

[2. he looks a little started as he suddenly gets his soul sensing back, looking a couple of you funny--]

Done

[strangeheadfellows]

[3. he gets a sense of his OWN soul and that feels VERY WEIRD. VERY UPSETTING. BUT ALSO NOSTALGIC]

What the-- Why do I...?

1/2

[flat_sharp]

[Steps up to touch and regain abilities with a sigh, dryly noting:]

If this is a trap I'm going to feel so foolish.

[Makes contact and...]

[flat_sharp]

[Suddenly there's a bigger guy in the same clothes (that skirt is getting scandalous) with a wavier mop of hair and sharp teeth.]

Where the hell did I go? Where are we now?

[He looks confused and then closes his eyes briefly.]

Well that's not much to go off, but at least we're reconnected.


[finalbows]

So!

_{[ the newly-christened Angel Devil claps his hands together. It doesn't make a very loud sound, on account of his gloves muffling it. ]}

Who wants to talk about blood sacrifices! Namely that they aren't going to work to take us all home, because those sheepfolk clearly wanted a bunxh of people here. Isn't that right, little one? We're supposed to be your role models!

_{[ the singular red sheep that had milled into the barn... stares at him blankly. ]}

[pleasantmisery]

[absently patting the poor confused red sheep]

Oh, that's a good point! I guess at least some of us are gonna get stuck here no matter what, huh?

[catposting]

[ Blood Fiend is crouching atop a giant mound of hay, tossing and catching an apple, looking deceptively untroubled. ]

Well, yeah. Clearly we've been brought here as blueprints for their artificial sheep army. I bet they'll get stronger the more we fight among our - [ sigh ] - flocks.

[ Cue the red sheep softly bleating "fight". ]

NIGHTTIME

[catposting]

[ you think he's gonna sleep in a cot?? in front of all these strangers???

yeah, no. way too solitary for that. besides, even if his "flock" seem relatively harmless, he's not about to risk getting stabbed for no reason.

clearly, chilling on the roof in plain view is the superior option. Blood Fiend will be on his back, tail swishing, arms tucked behind his head. ]

goodnight moons goodnight rooftop lurkers

[finalbows]

<sub>[ Angel Devil Doesn't Sleep Around People^TM
the choice was sometimes out of his hands, but he'd gone to some pretty impressive lengths to stay far far away from, say, The Damn Clown while resting.

so, lmao, he'd had the exact same idea as Blood Fiend. the weather was clear, most people couldn't get on a rooftop, and it wasn't too out of the way...

he'd glided up, attention grabbed first by the two moons, then, after the lingering dramatic glance--
ah, dammit. of course it's that guy.

the sound of his boots landing on the roof after his little glide would be succeeded by instants with a quiet, ]

ugh, really...?</sub>