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expiationlogs2024-08-08 09:46 pm
firekiss) wrote in expiationlogs2024-08-08 09:46 pm
[open] ...okay, so I did a catch-all a month+ later, technically it's not a lie...
Who: Guinaifen (firekiss) and various and sundry other people
Where: various and sundry locations
What: Dealing with various and sundry glitches. (Catch-all feat. open prompts, basically.)
Warnings: Profanity, and given the general death that happened I wouldn't be surprised if someone brings death up as a thing.
I.
[So, the glitches have gotten worse.
Guinaifen's trying to focus on what's important, which is eating. She needs food. She wants to cook. Something in her calls for the familiar flavors of the Xianzhou, and while she's not a chef she thinks she can fake fried rice? Which requires getting rice. Which requires being in a store.
Getting in had been pretty normal. Shopping? Also normal. It's something she can lose herself in, and, if but for a moment, pretend like she's...maybe not back home? But this is a brief trip to a different planet, and once she's done with her vacation she can head back.
All of this lasts up until the point in which she gets to the cash register and she discovers the NPC is suddenly a mara-struck mutated thing with ginkgo leaves growing out of its arm, and Guinaifen fucking screams and throws the bag of rice at its head.]
II.
[So, the glitches are still terrible.
There's probably plot going on elsewhere that she should be paying attention to, some serious club activities or whatever, but Guinaifen's preoccupied with the fact that she knows she's gone in a circle and the door is gone again. She saw the door! She blinked. And then, the door's gone.
But it could be worse. She's not alone.
What's with this? You saw the door, right? I can't be seeing things.
[Theme of Prompt II.]
III.
[So- oh, you know by now.
Counter situation. Two people eating. Without warning, Guinaifen slides over a plate of what appears to be onion rings...]
Hey, tell me what these taste like to you?
[They do not taste like onion rings to her.]
IV.
[Wildcard option: surprise me, PM me if you want something specific, you know the drill.]
firekiss) and various and sundry other peopleWhere: various and sundry locations
What: Dealing with various and sundry glitches. (Catch-all feat. open prompts, basically.)
Warnings: Profanity, and given the general death that happened I wouldn't be surprised if someone brings death up as a thing.
I.
[So, the glitches have gotten worse.
Guinaifen's trying to focus on what's important, which is eating. She needs food. She wants to cook. Something in her calls for the familiar flavors of the Xianzhou, and while she's not a chef she thinks she can fake fried rice? Which requires getting rice. Which requires being in a store.
Getting in had been pretty normal. Shopping? Also normal. It's something she can lose herself in, and, if but for a moment, pretend like she's...maybe not back home? But this is a brief trip to a different planet, and once she's done with her vacation she can head back.
All of this lasts up until the point in which she gets to the cash register and she discovers the NPC is suddenly a mara-struck mutated thing with ginkgo leaves growing out of its arm, and Guinaifen fucking screams and throws the bag of rice at its head.]
II.
[So, the glitches are still terrible.
There's probably plot going on elsewhere that she should be paying attention to, some serious club activities or whatever, but Guinaifen's preoccupied with the fact that she knows she's gone in a circle and the door is gone again. She saw the door! She blinked. And then, the door's gone.
But it could be worse. She's not alone.
What's with this? You saw the door, right? I can't be seeing things.
[Theme of Prompt II.]
III.
[So- oh, you know by now.
Counter situation. Two people eating. Without warning, Guinaifen slides over a plate of what appears to be onion rings...]
Hey, tell me what these taste like to you?
[They do not taste like onion rings to her.]
IV.
[Wildcard option: surprise me, PM me if you want something specific, you know the drill.]
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If it was just me, well- I'd be losing my mind but at least you could get me out. [............probably.] But at least we're not along, right?
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[he... guesses??????]
But I don't like pranks, and I definitely feel like I'm getting one right now!
[he sees a door reappear and runs to it, trying to grab it.
and then it disappears again.]
Dammit!!
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Don't suppose you've got anything...well, explosive, do you? [Listen, she doubts it, and she's not expecting any miracles, but try all avenues and explore all possibilities and reach out to the truth, alright?]
I could try breaking something. Don't expect too much from me, but best case I make a hole, worst case I do fifty hours of community service or something next month. It's fine! I don't mind helping out if it's for a good cause. [Well, kind of. She's also looking for something to swing like a handy hammer (doubt one will be lying around, but she can hope) or a stick or a shovel...bar stool, maybe...]
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[he's just making sure before they. y'know. go further on the property damage thing.]
I got something that might be able to smash through the wall, though.