sheep_game | lay the groundwork

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lay the groundwork

WHO: anyone who wants to PREPARE FOR TROUBLE
WHERE: idk somewhere in the pasture that's relatively comfortable. library?
WHEN: nebulous day 51 between shenanigans

[shepherds of sheepgame y'all get a call from Charon at some point:]

We can agree that there's a new foe in the mists with real and active intent to endanger us all, correct? As they've done us the courtesy of a warning strike and not an all-out offensive from the start, let's meet and come up with a plan of action together. I'm sure we're all looking to our barns individually, but it's better if a direct threat never gets that far in.

If people in your flock or Weeds your flock is friendly with want to present some suggestions and solutions themselves, or just attend to stay informed, please have them attend as well.

[WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN, i'll put up some headers, let people know what you/your team are doing or planning under the appropriate ones so that other people can chime in with suggestions and assistance! HANDWAVE YOU GOT TOLD IF YOU WANNA BE THERE.

Charon is not going to be responding to Absolutely Everything because i am but one player but everyone feel free to jump each other. i'll sort out a summary at the end as needed.

ETA: SUMMARY IS here, if you wanna get involved with anything on the list please assume you overheard something about it during the meeting and hit up the other people involved!]

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[ tis indeed a bluebell, and she looks somewhat alarmed!!! at this. especially how calm he is ]

A cruel quest.... But, ah, if you are alright with me as a volunteer, I can assist. And help heal you.

Can the shot be anywhere...?

[the calmness continues!!! this man has seen many a bullet.

he simply nods, and has no qualms with the present audience. ~~of course he also assumes this must be done in the open as part of the "audience" experience, else he'd choose a more confined space.~~]

Stomach. I can make the shot without hitting anything vital. Just need to heal myself before I bleed out.

[nbd, nbd.]

[ listen seeing bullets and shooting yourself are two different things. she's not from persona 3 ]

Ah.... I believe I can assist with that as well..... if you don't mind being a bit, ah, uncomfortable.

[ bluebell healing is kissing.... ]

Am I right in assuming you want this done as soon as possible....? [ she will prob try to make it private, at least ]

[with that he pulls out the gun that he had tucked into the waistband of his raggedy black pants.

and gives a slight nod. he's used to the discomfort caused by being shot, it's nothing he's worried about.]

Ready now.

R-Right here....? Are you sure?

[ she figured he'd want some privacy!! ]

[hm.

well, no, not here. not exactly. he can remain active with a bullet in him, should anyone try something.

but he's still not sure on the exact amount needed for an audience; semi-privacy wouldn't hurt. not to mention he should be against something when the bullet exits him.]

Over here.

[he stalks off to the far end away from the majority of the crowd.]

[ following him...... not what she had in mind but better than nothing ]

My name is Melody, by the way.... I apologize for not introducing myself sooner...

[ melody realizing they should probably exchange names before shooting happens ]

Bombay.

[he's not exactly mr. manners. but knowing her name helps since her flock shares a kitchen with the barn he's currently freeloading in.

looks around.]

This is good.

[ofc that's the only warning she gets (!!!) before he positions himself against the wall and proceeds to shoot himself right in the stomach--]

It's a---

[ holy shit ]

[ doesn't scream, but does gasp and cover her mouth because it's just so sudden ]

B-Bombay-san!

[ rushing over to stop the bleeding with her hands ]

[there's barely a grimace on his face and it only lasts a few seconds before he manages the pain. though he stops himself from instinctively placing his own hand over the wound when she does...

and he seems a little more taken aback by the gesture than he is bothered that he now has a hole in his stomach and is currently bleeding profusely.]

Bullet went through clean.

[good news (???) but he knew that'd be the outcome.]

[ she has been in these situations before but it happened so suddenly she's startled out of her careful plan. she didn't even ask him about how he wants to get healed! ]

H-Hold on, I'll heal you....

[ she's holding pressure on the wound, takes a deep breath and ]

Y-You.... uncouth ruffian! C-Causing a commotion in the middle of a meeting! F-Furthermore, you....

Your hair is.... g-greasy! You should wash it!

[ she is trying so hard. the bleeding goes down to a trickle but the wound doesn't actually close ]

[........... blinks. uhhhhh. he stares at her mildly perplexed. well. can't really deny any of that.]

Should probably wash it again.

Also, I'm supposed to heal myself.

[though he stops her before she tries to heal (??), he's confused when the blood flow lessens. the searing pain is still present. he imagines the wound is too. he doesn't know how weeds heal. but he could probably borrow her powers. does she carry her tears around...]

[ she's about to grab his hand to kiss it but that pauses her ]

No! I'm sorry, I was just trying to heal you!

It has to be you...? G-Go ahead then....

[ insult yourself. while she continues to hold pressure. ]

[hmmmmmmmm.]

... Don't know how.

[a minor setback.]

[ this is why you don't just shoot yourself in the middle of a meeting!!! ]

Insults. Weeds heal with insults.....

[.....what a weird healing power.]

So I should insult myself?

[absolutely zero sense of urgency here.]

Yes!!! ... Please!

[ a big sense of urgency here ]

[hm. there's a long pause here as he tries to come up with something.

.........ah.]

I still haven't beaten my last record on Tricolour Road in Morio Kart.

[............... unsurprisingly that doesn't seem to do much of anything.]

I"m sorry, Bombay-san.... You will have to insult a little harder...

You.... lazy couch potato!

[ giving him the most apologetic look ]

[hm. well, there's what Acheron always calls him.]

Shut-in.

[....

how do you insult someone that doesn't get bothered by insults?? this is harder than shooting himself.]

NEET!

[ she looks way more pained than he does at these insults ]

[ and desperately hoping he'll heal ]

... Slob?

[doesn't disagree with any of these insults.]

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