WEEM POST

[stirtheblood]

WHO: Weeds + ... visitors? passers-by? unknowable eldritch presences?
WHERE: Weeds clubhouse
WHEN: Day 39 afternoon ~ Day 40

[Some of us live here! And occasionally do the things you do when you are living a place! Or whatever other stuff you have got going on!]

Comments

[stirtheblood]

[Maybe you have wondered what the pit lined with rocks dug into the ground out back is for, and not run into Edgelord around it before.

Well, at the moment he is there, with a fire smouldering into coals in the pit, and several fish and some other vegetables and such roasting above it. It's all pretty primitive but it smells not bad?]

[hotnbothered]

[ Lured by the scent of cooking and the crackle of the fire, one of the newest Weeds peeks out around the corner of the building. Her eyes light up at the sight, which eventually changes into an envious glare. She is pretty easy to read.

Though she doesn't approach yet, so he may or may not even notice it. ]

[debug_mode]

Hey Edgelord! Let me join the barbecue~

[catposting]

[ was attracted by the scent. also he's Spyro ]

Yo.

[worsethingshappen]

[WANDERS DIRECTLY UP AND GRABS A STICK WITH A FISH ON IT]

[hotnbothered]

[ You may have noticed pillows disappearing from the common space, and the culprit is shuffling back and forth between that and her room, muttering under her breath. ]

Oh, is there any hope of making this wretched hovel tolerable?

[debug_mode]

Hey! Stealing the furniture isn't going to help.

[soulsurvivore]

[ just sort of floating and watching her idly with a bottle of wine in hand. ]

. . . Yes, actually.

[worsethingshappen]

[in between one trip and another she finds that the remaining pillows she was returning to collect have been piled up and are being flopped on by a rather unkempt and sandy stranger. they're bear hugging the biggest one left and are watching her over it.]

...

[finalefantasy]

[the one door in the clubhouse with all the little bird scratches in the wood is ajar, for once

all you can make out inside is darkness, though]

((entering is a bad decision but one which will be kept relatively mild.))

[stirtheblood]

[I love bad decisions]

...Huh. Someone in there?

[He nudges the door open with a foot]

[worsethingshappen]

...

[opens it and strolls in, without hesitation]

[soulsurvivore]

[ REJOICE, WEEDS.

For once, Faith has descended from her tower and stopped by the clubhouse, though it's mostly to see who's still around as well as who might be new.

She has a bottle of wine in hand and a few glasses are being held by the darkness coiled around her as she floats about. ]

[stirtheblood]

[SUMMONED BY BOOZE]

...Ya bring that to share?

[debug_mode]

Faith! It must be some special occasion.

[She gives her a nice smile.]

We're having a cookout outside. Want a burger?

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ OOOH. Also zeroing in on that. ]

What sort of offering is that?

[catposting]

[ he's Spyro now ]

Fancy seeing you out here.

[SNAKE SUMMONING]

[debug_mode]

Okay, normally I do this somewhere else, but since we're all gathered here, this is more efficient.

Just a few things to know: the Snake is a good boss. Don't laugh at the boss. Also, he probably will call us his "minions." Don't be alarmed! It's a term of endearment. You'll never get the Snake yelling in your ear to do something. But, if you're good at causing chaos in the pasture, he'll reward you with whatever he can.

Ahem.

[She'll face a dark corner of the room.]

"Great serpent, reach as long as a vine,
Come meet your minions, to make our goals align.
Though some might scorn you, they make a grave mistake,
And those people aren't us. So, please come out, fearsome Snake!"

[she subtly taps her collar three times]

Re: [SNAKE SUMMONING]

[wooliefrand]

[and thus, OUT OF THE SHADOWS, a snake appears


probably atop a mini fridge]

You called for me--

Re: [SNAKE SUMMONING]

[wooliefrand]

--when did we get more???

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ There's someone new here! She appears to be a woman made sort of out of glass, VERY grumpy, and currently poking holes into a bean bag with sharp, glassy fingernails. ]

What a rude place to be.

[catposting]

[ there's a chibi Spyro lookalike sunbathing on the roof. opens one eye to look at her but seems mostly relaxed ]

That's one way of describing it.

[stirtheblood]

A newbie, huh?

Pretty sure a place can't be rude. That'd be the people.

...Or sheep.

[catposting]

[ the resident catman is temporarily a 4ft tall Spyro-lookalike, currently sunbathing on the roof. for those with a keen sense of smell, he smells like Akrinak/Fifi blended with cartoon play-doh. his aura pings like regular Fifi. ]

[debug_mode]

Okay everyone! Now that you got to meet the Snake, why don't we celebrate with a cook out? I've got a few meat patties me and Edgelord have cooked outside! Plenty for everyone.

[she is definitely not commenting on how everyone individually handled meeting the Snake]

Fair warning though, the meat patties flavor has been altered by magic.

[worsethingshappen]

Altered?

[THEY WILL ALSO SNAG ONE OF THESE, SURE

putting it in their mouth immediately before hearing the answer to the question]