those tangled weeds

[debug_mode]

WHO: weeds
WHERE: Weeds Clubhouse
WHEN: day 55, morning-midday.

[Your Name has a little speech for anyone in the weeds clubhouse common room.]

Okay, everyone! It's been a rough few days for us. Going out into the mist. Rescuing the abducted sheep. Being... controlled, if you were unfortunate enough to have that happen to you. And then the return, and then the ritual to 'punish' us.

Does anyone have anything they particularly want to share? About what they saw, or what they experienced? Maybe... [a long pause and a sigh] ...maybe it's best we were all on the same page.

--Oh, if you're new, my name is Your Name, by the way.

[General post for weeds! Feel free to ignore Your Name's speech and have your own thread, at whatever time or place around the clubhouse.]

Comments

[stirtheblood]

[Edgelord was at Thistle overnight. But he's probably back sometime midday!]

Oh yeah, I wanna hear more about the gettin' controlled thing.

[he's not especially EAGER to share anything about dying really hard in the ritual, but people are welcome to ask]

[debug_mode]

[she nods]

One moment I was in the middle of the fight with the wolf, and the next he had pointed at me and sort of... snapped his fingers or something. I felt my collar tighten, and suddenly I was stabbing Zenith.

[she shudders, a chill going down her spine]

I could still think for myself, and even talk, but otherwise it was like I was a puppet. It was only when it got distracted that I could move by myself.

[stirtheblood]

Hm.

Don't like that.

[hotnbothered]

[ Glances over whenever he comes in, then immediately scowls and turns her head aside in a huff. ]

[stirtheblood]

...Hm? What'd I do?

[jerkalope]

You mean the Weeds here haven't been subjected to that before now?

[stirtheblood]

Not that I know of, but I ain't exactly keepin' tabs on everythin' everyone is doin'.

[finalefantasy]

[a black bird has shown up perched on one of the windowsills, but she's just sitting fluffed up with her eyes shut and listening in.

you might or might not be able to get info from her. she's not volunteering it right away.]

[effeminoxious]

[oh good she's resting, looking her way trying to see if she's asleep or not]

[finalefantasy]

[opens one bright eye when she feels his thoughts and attention turn towards her]

We are not.

[jerkalope]

[ the windowsill is probably where there is something inside to hop on for height so he's going to be sitting nearby. ]

Hmm, did you not get any sleep from that racket going on last night?

[finalefantasy]

We don't sleep. We doubt we would have if we had a need, however. That much misery is somewhat invigorating.

[effeminoxious]

[has been staying over at rose the past few days since he arrived, swinging by to try and find warden in time to hear this speech]

Your name is Your Name or My Name?

[debug_mode]

My name is Your Name. Nice to meet you! What is your name?

[effeminoxious]

Nice to meet you too, my name is my name.

Most folks just call me Apple.

[jerkalope]

[ he's hanging around whatever is tall enough for him to sit on ]

You're going to start "who's on first" if you aren't careful.

[effeminoxious]

Who?

Anyway, how you doing?

[hotnbothered]

[ Rests her hand in her chin, mostly just listening to everyone else for the time being. She looks a bit worse for the wear this morning, with dark circles under her eyes. ]

[debug_mode]

...You look tired.

[hotnbothered]

[ Flatly: ]

Well, I've hardly slept.

[jerkalope]

[ listening in ]

How distracted did he need to be for you to regain your will? On a scale from "forgetting if you left the light on" to "loud house party nextdoor while you're trying to study"?

[ looking at Flare ]

Or something in between like banging around late at night.

[debug_mode]

I'm not sure exactly what did it! It was either Lyra the idol singing her heart out, or Spinel running and crashing into him.

[jerkalope]

As stirring as Lyra's song was, physical violence is a guaranteed distraction.

[hotnbothered]

[ Makes eye contact and glares back. ]

Problem?

[jerkalope]

Don't worry, I've heard much more disruptive tantrums late at night. I'm only trying to gauge how irritating something has to be to break that Wolf's concentration.