we need a team post right now so azdaja can shake angie by the collar

[finalbows]

 
WHO: Rose + ( ? ) + NEW ROSE!!!!!!!
WHERE: Rose Barn
WHEN: post- dating game (stupid o clock night 35? Early day 36?) thru day 36


damn snake stole our cat.

there's a couple of boxes of sheep-sized cosplay on the lawn.

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ also angel devil just got back followed by akrinak. he slows down when he sees the boxes.

stops. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ what ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Wow. Stuff really is happening. Akrinak really became a week. Angie really forgot all that stuff that was really important he didn't forget. Rose really lost a dating rit-- well no, that was expected, actually.]

[She is contemplatively taking big, somewhat angry bites out of a raw gatordawg drumstick because nothing soothes the savage soul quite like crunching bones in your teeth.]

[finalbows]

_{[ sound of movement from the entrance of the barn, hi. that's definitely a monkey wearing some kind of sweet but herby perfume that just came in. ]}

[pleasantmisery]

[crunching on an apple]

I don't think anyone's going back to sleep in a hurry, are they.

[allomantic]

[hi rose there's an unfamiliar girl in the meadow kneeling and touching the grass like she's never seen it before

but when anyone approaches, she freezes like she's not sure whether to bolt or not, silent for the moment.]

[crittersheep]

_{[ a little red npc sheep in a tiny top hat slowly ambles up while she's investigating and stares blankly at the Specific patch of grass she's touching. ]}

[wants_the_phd]

[Don't worry, she's not getting close.]

...Ah.

You must be the new Rose. That was fast.

[catposting]

[ there is a jacked catman wearing neutral-colored rags and a black collar being led into the barn by that tall monkey over there.




waves at her from a polite distance ]

[themanofyourdreams]

[He's clearly surprised, but he raises his hands in a surrender pose when he notices her reaction.]

Uh—hi.

[pleasantmisery]

[not feeling her best between the post-ritual healing party and the news about Akrinak, but she's putting on a good face for their new arrival]

Hi! I'm guessing you probably have a lot of questions about what's going on, huh?

[strateelgic]

[Not much for talking right now, hm? Well, that's fine.

As much as Leviathan enjoys being the 6'3", sharp toothed, wall of intimidation that he can be, it's better to be gentle with newcomers. So he goes inside and comes back out after a moment with a small plate and a slice of apple pie that he offers to her.]

If you're hungry, I just got a handful of new spices to cook with so I'll be baking all this morning.

[themanofyourdreams]

[apparently partway through the ritual dream, he got kicked out into regular sleep and slept in until right about now]

What the hell happened? Did we win? Did we sue the truck guy?

[finalbows]

...
Sort of?

Hold on, wait, no.

The truck guy turned out to be our inter-dimensional true love oath-bound to kill us.


And then a lot of other things happened.

[pleasantmisery]

No, we didn't win, and we didn't sue the truck guy either.

[strateelgic]

Sadly, none of us stood much of a chance in a romance ritual without your presence.

[He might be serious. He probably isn't.]

[wants_the_phd]

We wound up bailing to another dimension after all.

And then we went on dates with a pair of quasi-sadistic twins. We were not terribly successful at courtship, it turns out.

[strateelgic]

[Leviathan is in the kitchen! Shocker. He has some new spices to work with now, though, and he wants to try some of them out.

So there's fresh apple pie baked - now with cinnamon! And is that macha powder in a bowl near the boiling water on the stove? If you want something more savory, there's some bird in the oven cooking in a saffron sauce.

He'll have to make a run for a bigger load of spices later, but he's trying things out for now.]

[wants_the_phd]

[sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff]

It smells exciting in here!

[pleasantmisery]

[ATTRACTED BY DELICIOUS COOKING SMELLS]

Where'd all this come from?

[adorabrawler]

[ at some point day 36 when it's not stupid am in the morning....

knock knock ]

[strateelgic]

Oh? Good morning.

[It smells ridiculously delicious in this barn.]

not here. important barn info

[finalbows]

_{[ also. backtag gossip means a bunch of gothy (unlit) candles got spawned in to sit in little fleets around the inside of the barn while we were all busy being beach + dating + becoming weeds ]}

afternoon day 36, cubecall @ shadow fiend and azdaja

[catposting]

[ with absolute calm ]

The bottle exploded when Blossom touched it. She doesn't know the reason; it could be the lack of Angel Devil's presence, inadequate contents, that she's simply not powerful enough, or something else entirely.

She offered to try again later. Either way, we're down a quest item.

Re: afternoon day 36, cubecall @ shadow fiend and azdaja

[wants_the_phd]

God dammit.

[finalbows]

<sub>[ A Good Long While after Angel Devil ditched, earlier,

the front door opens, and Angel Devil slips inside. If you have particularly keen senses, one will notice he smells distinctly of lemon and mint. He looks great! No more lingering faint burn patches on him at all, hair extra pretty and fluffy... ...

yeah that is... absolutely muffin's shampoo. ]</sub>

Hello, all. I've finished consulting with a few people about my... situation. Now I am back. The necessary interlude is over.

[wants_the_phd]

[He sure smells like Muffin. Guess that explains who on Daffodil he was visiting.]

Learn anything enlightening?

DAY 37 evening, post blossom chats

[finalbows]

Sooooooooooo.

<sub>[ angel devil's gathered everyone into the kitchen through various methods of cajoling, bribery, or just plain asking.

for some reason, there's a flat piece of wood face down on the counter. he's resting his hands on it. ]</sub>

A little something we should all, perhaps, chat about, in light of our... current position in regards to the rest of the pasture.

Every flock has their own suite of powers three, granted by the crystal statue, and removed by it, in turn, by a second touch. I'd love to go on about all that I've observed of the other flocks', but my purpose for calling you all today here is concerning ours. Namely... the one we do not generally discuss.

...
If knowledge of it were to become, hn, commonplace, I personally believe our lives could become rather difficult in the pasture.

Re: DAY 37 evening, post blossom chats

[strateelgic]

We aren't exactly the only ones with an ability like this. Bluebell can make people fall in love with them.

I can't even say it makes up for our lackluster healing abilities.