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

[debug_mode]

Still adjusting, huh?

[hotnbothered]

I'm fairly sure it's impossible to ever get used to this place.

[debug_mode]

I've gotten used to it.

[hotnbothered]

[ A skeptical look. ]

What kind of place were you from before this?

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[debug_mode]

[debug_mode]

Someplace very ordinary.

[hotnbothered]

[ Slowly: ] Uh-huh...

Perhaps we have different definitions of ordinary.

[debug_mode]

What's your definition?

[hotnbothered]

A place that isn't run by talking sheep. A place with order, hierarchy, and laws. A place with a proper market. A place where I don't share a roof with an avowed mass murdering criminal.

[debug_mode]

I'd like those things, too. But...

The sheep aren't going anywhere. Not unless the Snake takes over.

The best equivalent for order and laws here are self-righteous vigilantes who will only help you if they think you're a good person.

Even if there was a market, there's no currency. You have to personally barter. Or beg.

If you mean Edgelord, don't worry. He doesn't sleep here a lot. And just don't think about the rest.

Trust me, after you're here a little longer, all of that will seem like small potatoes. So you may as well take the most positive attitude while you still can.

That's my tip of the day!

[hotnbothered]

Hold on! That last part sounded incredibly ominous!

[debug_mode]

Ehehe. Do you want a more detailed explanation?

[hotnbothered]

. . .

[ yes but also no ]

Well, if you don't tell me, it's just going to keep weighing on my mind...

[debug_mode]

Blossom performs blood rituals to summon demons.

[hotnbothered]

Ah...

[ Searching back into her memory, because that does sound familiar. A lot of information has been dumped on her in a short time. ]

You did... mention that before. But didn't you say the snake spared us from that?

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[debug_mode]

Ah, it was a long explanation.

Yes. The sheep will be forced to injure, torture, or even kill themselves or others. However, we'll be placed in a quiet, safe room. We can sometimes passively watch, and rarely intervene a bit. It's your own interpretation as to whether that counts as entertainment. The point is, we'll be safe.

...And...

[debug_mode]

If you can intervene it's usually to make things worse.

It's a chance for small revenge. A way for the powerless to be powerful, if only for a moment. And, for it to be done anonymously.

[hotnbothered]

[ She swallows hard at that last part, in a way someone might when they're trying to resist some great temptation. ]

... Hah, no wonder everyone I've met has been so helpful. I bet they're trying to stay on my good side!

[ She doesn't sound that bitter, though. There's maybe a hint of smugness in there, if anything. ]

[debug_mode]

Exactly. Is it that bad, therefore, to take advantage of that situation? Especially when we're already forced to be the "lower class"?

[hotnbothered]

[ Oh, that is amazing to think about.

... Clears her throat in an effort to rein herself in a little. ]

W-Well, so long as no one picks a fight, it won't ever have to be relevant.

[debug_mode]

Oh, don't worry, they will.

The stupid ones, at least.

[hotnbothered]

[ Her mouth twists into a frown again. ]

Then they're bringing it in on themselves.

[debug_mode]

They reap what they sow.