RITUAL 15 - MY NAME IS (END)

[wooliefrand]

WHO: You
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 41, Evening/Night thru morning or whenevs

[All of a sudden, your name tags go POOF--and they show your chosen names, whether it's the name you chose for yourself when you first arrived, or a new name you want to be recognized as.

Every team gets memory coins, but Daffodil and Clover specifically get the following:
Daff - Gold Star Stickers that say Most Cooperative Flock.
Clover - Spinel specifically gets a Gold Star Social Butterfly sticker.

Daff and Spinel get a pack of magic stickers. If you stick them on someone they will magically turn green/yellow (depending on Flock) and display a message of your choice, positive or negative.

And with that, the tree disappears, and all is normal again.

Well I mean, Peony's barn and such is still there. So that's a thing. Strangely enough, if anyone is allowed in their barn, you'll notice their crystal flower has very fine hairline fractures in it. Hm. Fragile.

WELL ANYWAY WHAT YALL UP TO? Even though it was rather pleasant during the day, you'll find night time comes with cold snaps so have fun with that.]

Comments

[rugpull]

[why is it cold]

[chasseurdebeaute]

Ohlàlà, are those goosebumps, Biscuit-kun?

[rugpull]

Yes.

[he has shorts and a t shirt halp]

[survivaltricks]

[standing in front of the pink barn because he's fifteen minutes late with starbucks]






Hey what the fuck?

[endsjustified]

Hello, Lupin. You missed the immediate consequences of our actions.

[chasseurdebeaute]

[helpfully sticks his hands out and vigorously rubs up and down Biscuit's arms with gloved hands--warming gesture! this is possibly not the help u were looking for]

[survivaltricks]

Oh boy.

[with faux enthusiasm]

What did we do now?

[endsjustified]

Well, the vessel we created yesterday through that doctor demon came back, so at least we need no longer dwell on that mystery.

Unfortunately, it means a small undead horse has kidnapped Aides to become the shepherd of this new seventh flock.

[he sounds a bit dead inside]

[survivaltricks]

[opens mouth]

[closes mouth]






[why]

Is. . . is Lily okay?

[endsjustified]

We've...

[sigh]

We've had worse days. We're helping them get established; their barn is very like all the others when we first arrived.

His brother showed up as the other new member of Peony, which helps in the immediate term, though it's likely to make rituals difficult.

[survivaltricks]

[what the fuck is that timing!1]

[exhales sharply, carding a hand through his hair as he does so]

Are they the only two members so far? . . . do you know if his brother was brought here by Blossom or the undead horse?

[is Peony like the Weeds but less Bad??]

[endsjustified]

I think it was still Blossom, but the horse...may have coopted things a bit, so to speak. It's just them at the moment, though.

I'm worried about the horse, considering the traits everyone handed off to make its new body, but it doesn't seem immediately malicious like the snake is. if Aides says he's handling it, I believe him.

[rugpull]

Yer hands are warm but this is not the life I wanna live...

[chasseurdebeaute]

Shall I lend you a sweater, then? Fufu, I can already picture how adorable your tail would look peeking from beneath its hem.

[rugpull]

Gimme a sweater as big as ya got then!

[chasseurdebeaute]

Hmm... I have just the one already!

[Will summon a very cozy oversized sweater in a darker subdued blue that will bring out the color of Biscuit's eyes beautifully.]

[rugpull]

It is a pretty wintery color.

[going to pull it right on]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Summoning also a pair of pale faded jeans with tan leather patches on each knee. It may be a bit loose around the waist since they're his.]

[rugpull]

Yer so generous, 'll never forget ya~~

[chasseurdebeaute]

Not at all, Monsieur! Clothing is one of our more abundant resources in the end. I admit I simply wished to see how the aesthetic would suit you--fufu, and I can confidently say that it has a most charming effect! Beauté! You are absolutely huggable!

[rugpull]

Is that yer way of askin'?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Non? I didn't mean for it to be, at least, though I will gladly have one if you decide to offer?

[rugpull]

If I give ya a hug we're even!

[chasseurdebeaute]

Oh! If it is a matter of payment, Monsieur... two hugs!

[rugpull]

...deal!!

[ARMS OPEN]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[COLLECTING HIS HUGS there is a high chance he will get picked up and swung around]

[rugpull]

Oi! Ya tryin' to make me feel small here??

[chasseurdebeaute]

Fufufu, it's just that you are quite easy to lift!

[rugpull]

M'gonna gain thirty pounds!

[chasseurdebeaute]

Oh? Shall I keep an eye on that for you?

[rugpull]

Ya do notice that shit ain't ya.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Fufu, I have trained my eye for just such things!

[rugpull]

How...!!

[survivaltricks]

[quiet for a moment, just. . . processing]

[and then, far too seriously for the question he asks]

. . . is his mane made out of leg hair?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Oh, are you interested in learning the technique? It only requires dedication and practice! Simply identify that which you love in the world around you and make a point of looking at it every day, to contemplate all of its beautiful aspects until its essence is imprinted on your heart!

[endsjustified]

[AUDIBLY PAINED]

I did not look closely, but it seems probable.

[rugpull]

I can't do that like you can....!

[survivaltricks]

And does he have an eye in his--

[gestures]

[to his chest]

[is there a chest eye]

[endsjustified]

He is wearing a shirt with an eye design on the chest.

I don't know if he can see through it.

[survivaltricks]

I hope he can.

[WHY DOES HE HOPE FOR THIS. . .]

So it fucks with his normal vision.

[oh]

[endsjustified]

That is fair.

I think the combination of fear, anxiety and martyrdom might get him before anything else, though.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my gooooood]

We created a horse that needs intensive therapy.

[endsjustified]

If therapy can change magically implanted emotions.

[survivaltricks]

Doubtful. It was mostly a joke.

. . . maybe a commentary on our collective parenting skills. . .

[endsjustified]

I don't choose to assume responsibility. The only thing we were aware of in the mist that might need its body rebuilt was the golden ram demon, in which case giving it the most useless possible vessel was just common sense.

[survivaltricks]

[A SNORT]

We didn't even consider the golden ram demon. . . but you're right.

I wouldn't help that guy out if you paid me.

[in fact, he wants to try to kill it again]

[endsjustified]

Neither would I.

[shakes his head]

You did a good job, though. I don't know if these demons regenerate, but there wasn't much of him left but a fragment of skull.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . for some reason, hearing that gets Lupin to stand up a little straighter, the corner of his mouth curving up smugly]

Well. . . I'd prefer it if he were dead, but hearing that is the next best thing.

[endsjustified]

...

Here.

[flicks his hand out, casting an illusion: "a floating half of a ram's skull. It's missing half its cranium, and its lower jaw is completely blown off. On what remains of a single, crumbling horn, gold ornaments can be seen dangling from it. In the sole eye socket, a glowing red flame flickers with what could be rage or amusement."]