Priority Log - Part 1

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Log 02 Priority (Part I)
The Mine Car

As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new message…

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NAME: The Mine Car
TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT: Gothic era
DANGER LEVEL: High
GENERAL STINKINESS: High
COMMON DENIZENS: Humans, ornithrops, bearkin
CUISINE: Peasant gruel, bird seed

There is no sender. Or objective?

But that's fine, probably! The car itself is completely functional, and features a fully developed society.

Passengers will arrive in this car and be immediately greeted by a fog that chills them to their core. The car around them is vast, and yet deathly silent. They'll find themselves starting off in a forest of petrified wood, the ground hard and unyielding underneath their feet, with flora and fauna in various stages of decay around them. While the fog around them is thick, the lights of a nearby village can still be seen from a distance, and as they travel, the dirt road will give way to cobblestone.

Eventually they'll be greeted with a signpost, welcoming them to the town of MINECRAFTIA.




While Minecraftia's denizens are harrowed and distressed, they're quick to warn the passengers traveling through of the ailment, a mysterious illness that is plaguing their town. It's been leaving even healthy youths bedridden, and while the town mayor has passionately declared that he will find a solution, it appears that there's no cure in sight.

Locations

Minecraftia is a foreboding little town, even in the daylight, with murky skies above and fog blanketing the roads. Still, the denizens persist through their daily routines, and won't stop the passengers from exploring.

Clinic: The town's only clinic with the town's only doctor. It's a small, rickety building that operates all hours of the day. Between the rapid spread of sickness and the steady depletion of supplies, it's a grim place to be nowadays. Anyone healthy who visits might be roped in to help, and those who look ill will be quarantined with an uncomfortable bedroll and thin blanket.

Cemetery: Located on the outskirts of town, the cemetery is home to dead bodies, even deader earth, and a deadpan gravekeeper. The exit door is here in a flower-covered plot, but cannot be opened.

Chicken House: A barnyard building home to the town's chickens. Lately they've been more worked up than usual, and taken to flying the coop and finding refuge by digging their claws into the scalps of bystanders. Agitating one chicken may cause a whole flock to descend on you!

The Dark Woods: The village is surrounded by what was once lush woods, but the trees now stand dark and eerie, an unusually thick fog rolling between them. While there are some of the usual, woodland creatures chirruping in the dense silence, they're hard to find. Monsters, meanwhile, are much more common.

The Mines: In the heart of the woods are entrances to the town's expansive system of mines. Stepping inside shows that the dirt and stone is laced with beautiful gems and minerals, but passengers will be shooed away by miners if they try to explore any deeper. It seems there's several dangerous mine shafts underfoot, as well as past attacks by what seems to be mole monsters.

Mayor's Mansion: The largest building in Minecraftia, situated on a hill. While Mayor Chadsef's staff welcomes guests, they will be cautioned not to explore past the lobby, which just smells a little like cleaning chemicals thanks to a diligent maid crew.

Denizens

Players may use denizens as convenient in threads, as well as these NPCs, except for the Mayor. He's a very busy man!

Madam Vermeer: The Madam is a human extremely afraid that she'll die before seeing her son marry. Which means that she is hunting the streets for eligible men and women, and whisking them in droves away into her mansion to be made over, trained in the art of serving, etc. before presenting them to her son.

Cassy Cassatt: Cassy is an ornithrop and the owner of the chicken house. She's shorthanded nowadays, but business-savvy enough to prey on considerate bystanders. She'll rope anyone she sees into helping out, whether it's collecting eggs, feeding or breeding.

Turner: Turner is a bearkin, and one of the nurses at the clinic. He's taken to drinking his weight in mead whenever he's off the clock, and it's not uncommon for his body to be seen unconscious on the road. He'll try to flee or swat blindly if anyone tries to help him, but he really does need help getting home.

Chadsef: The mayor of Minecraftia, who is notably wealthier than the rest of the citizens. He's young and inexperienced, but carries a Birds of Economics degree, and is determined to bring jobs to the town. He'll just need to make sure people are alive to do them first!

Other

The longer that passengers remain in the car, the more they'll learn, and soon they'll realize the following:

1. They are not immune to the illness. They can't determine what it is that triggers it. At first it's a sense of fatigue, then hunger and irritability. Then, the numbness will begin, starting in their extremities and spreading up their limbs, until that numbness turns into pain. Eventually that pain will lead to madness, a state of delirium where they begin to behave erratically, endangering themselves and those around them.
   
   
2. There is something in the woods. Though the passengers saw nothing when they arrived in the woods, at night they can hear growling. Venturing outside will reveal grotesque creatures emerging from the fog, rampaging into the town and tearing flesh and stone with their massive claws. These creatures appear rabid, familiar but warped, and they swarm the town with no regard for their own safety or benefit. Examples: (1) (2) (3) (4)
   
   
3. Corpses are disappearing. Despite deaths, the cemetery isn't seeing any more business. Rumour has it that a certain wealthy denizen has been paying to have the corpses taken away. But to where, and why, remains unknown…

Numbers

Numbers! Everyone starts with one that glows on their bodies — as a fun thread mechanic, we suggest they're somewhere visible, but it's up to you!



Because while this is not IC knowledge yet, numbers are determined by how troubled your character is. This may be based on their past actions and crimes, but also alienating habits, regrets, personality flaws, trauma, etc — a higher number does not necessarily mean they're a bad person, but it may signify a difficult time in their life, or substantial personal issues.

As passengers enter this car, they'll notice that their numbers may begin to change in response to certain actions and decisions. The general rule is that numbers change as characters work through their issues. If they make a decision that serves to better themselves, their number will decrease. But if they make a decision that is ill-intentioned, their number will increase. Players can change their number as they see fit going forward.

OOC Notes

Exploration: Players may submit on-going threads here to get a short mod tag with further discoveries in any given location. Characters can potentially earn items or clues as to the car's objective this way. Please limit your explorations to one per player; we will let you all know if we have the capacity to do more!

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Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill | DingusRumpus

[shiftybladesofcray]

TOKO

A) Coal Miner's Bother -- Exploration

[A girl like her was built for the indoor life. Sedentary. Serene. Something more Jane Austen, subtle and soft and not much fuss on a physical front.

A point proven when Toko, desperate to not repeat the weeks-long seed collecting sojourn, goes looking for the ticket out in the outskirts of the mines. All it takes is one loose diamond.]

gYAAAHCK!!

[And down a forbidden shaft she goes. It's a very rocky, cob-web ridden descent into darkness. Did anyone see her trip? Did the cavern swallow her screams? Will she die a virgin? Only time will tell.]


B) There's a Tear in my Beer

[Toko huddles in a darkened booth at the rear of the tavern. Alone, head bowed, cupping the sides of a pint glass with flimsy fingers. It's funny. She's long since stopped revering the law, at least at a minor infractions level. What's the point? The world was in shambles and she had been picking her way through a half-levelled city for ages. Yet not once has she stopped by a blown-out bar and said the hell with it. Grabbed a bottle of something for herself. Doesn't she deserve a stiff drink by now? Two years of her life have already shot down the drain, and in a place like this they were probably rubbing mead on the baby soothers. Why bother making bones about it?

Except she's halfway through this ale and all she feels is heavy. Low. Lonely. Maybe this was stupid. A young girl, having her first ever drink alone. If she got sick or mixed up in bad company, who was going to have her back?

She grits her teeth and glances around. There should be other passengers here. This one?

Thoughtlessly, she reaches for the sleeve of the next soul to pass her table. It takes her a moment to blink the face into view. The crude ale is weighing her down worse than she thought.]

D-do you...don't just walk past me! [Tug tug.] I'm not invisible...you j-jerk....

[Want to grab a seat?]


JILL -- ((PSA: politely requesting you do not out the split personality on the public network, ty.))

C) This is Not My Beautiful House (Limit: 2)

[There is a slight problem with gothic chic. Namely, that it's poorly kempt and musty as hell.

Toko is exploring solo when catastrophe strikes. Mid-scuttle outside the village tavern, her nose twitches. Her body seizes up with a sudden jerk.]

Ah—aah— [No! NO!!!] aaAAAH-CHOO!

[It's a real doozy. She's bent double to expectorate and when she rises, flinging upright with the vigor of the demonically possessed, something has gone very wrong. Her eyes are a riotous red. Her grin nearly splits her face in half. Her tongue lolls several inches out of her mouth, and when she speaks it's as if a whole new woman has leapt down her throat. A woman with poor volume control.]

Aaaaaaaaaaah, I feel like I've been sleeping for a hundred years! Just call me Ripper van Winkle. KYAHAHAAAHAHAHAAA— [Her cackle stops short. Her eyes swing from left, where a God-fearing bird-person is shooing its baby chick in the opposite direction, to right, where the low slung moon hangs morosely in the sky. Below that is the shaggy shadowed tree line, then the thatched roofs of the peasant folk. Huh. Look at that, she was bang on. This joint is pure Sleepy Hollow. That's the same author, right? Whatever.

What bad luck that there's still passerby within arm's reach. In a split-second flash, there's a pair of knife-edged scissors pointed between your eyes. Shouldn't have walked so close, pal.]

YOU!! Where the fuck am I?!


D) I Need a Hero (Limit: 2)

[Okay. This? This is a step up from dicing those garbage Monokuma all day. Robots are so booooooring, there's no sense of fear! Of sweat, of grit, of BLOOD!!

Which there is a dramatic spray of as she swipes a blade through the neck of a rancid-looking pig thing. It splatters all over her front, speckling her glasses and her schoolgirl top. Is this her Flashdance moment? Should she strike a pose?

Oh there's somebody nearby! And more zombie pigs, being ornery. Jill kicks her latest kill in the gut just for good measure, and spins around to give a saucy wave.]

Hi there! So, I have no idea what's going on, but you're gonna be useful and help me kill those bacon bastards, right? Cause if not, you should leave. [She smiles sweetly. Her tongue still hangs loose long past her chin.] I need a clean shot, Sugar-lips. You're in my way.


E) Clinic-ally Insane (Limit: 2)

[Aww, this is such a bummer. People are dropping like flies all over the place! Only some of them barely qualify as people, and others aren't dropping near quickly enough. Not to worry, not to worry! Once you've been checked into quarantine and get snug in your shitty ass bedroll, Nurse Jill is gonna pay you a visit.

BLAM! Your door is kicked open by a woman of five feet, four inches, and no fucks to give. She's got a hot compress in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey~ Are you dead yet? [She snips her scissors in the air. Sching sching!] Do you need help getting there? It's easier than pulling through, let's be pragmatic! This quack doctor probably uses leeches to suck the sickness out. You don't want that at all, no you don't...


E) WILDCARD

((Surprise me baybee. DM/PM me with requests or hit me with a Choose Your Own adventure. Just tell me whether you want the Tsundere or the Yandere and we'll make it happen.))

Toko, b)

[himbomb]

Oh, thank fuck. Booze! And, hopefully? Boobs will be soon to follow.

[At that tug of his brightly colored sleeve, Rex will turn around promptly. Mostly in preparation to cuss yet another motherfucker off, but what he turns to find is a girl around his own age. She's... Not an uggo, exactly? But she's definitely not hot.]

Oh. Well, shit. You don't look so good.

[Said with the air of James Franco with a noose around his neck, he nods at her slowly-]

First time? Also, it's wild that they're lettin' us in here, but, as far as the Dark Ages go? We're probably, like, eighty. By their standards! Careful, otherwise some dude'll try to marry you and force ya to milk his cattle until you die of dysentery.

[He will offer her a hand. Surprisingly, it's genuine.]

so glad she ranks as /squints at paper "not an uggo, exactly", truly an honor

[shiftybladesofcray]

[Toko may be working at reduced capacity, but she still has ears. The boy she's snagged, handsome but repulsively gym-bro chic, is in fact the braying voice she heard just a moment before, yammering about boobs or something.

So effectively, this was a mistake.

Her mouth opens to snap something, but he just keeps going. Dark ages. She looks eighty? Her jaw drops in horror, but now he's onto marriage and dysentery, and there's a hand coming her way.

And now there's two of hers pushing on him. His chest. An attempt at forcing this devil away. No, he's spoken of too many forbidden things. Toko speaks in a hiss.]

S-shut up! Stop that! Just g-go away! You think the only way s-some hag like me will get married is if a toothless, stupid peasant gets desperate?! Get lost!

[GHHHHH!! He won't budge! Not only is she working with the muscle mass of a starving waif, he's build like a boulder. Toko huffs.]

Go look for your boobs. I don't h-have any for you...

Toko - A

[mugen]

[Not only did Satoru witness someone go falling down a mine shaft, but it also might be his fault? Considering he's currently wearing a long furby around his neck that he's recently discovered tends to make him — and those around him — a little clumsy. Whoops. His bad!

He wisely decides to drape the furby on a nearby rock, to be retrieved at a later time, and then decides to follow Toko down the mine shaft. He's a cheater, though, because his Infinity barrier keeps him from getting scraped up in the process. In fact, he's absolutely pristine by the time he lands gracefully beside Toko.

It's a good thing it's dark in this mine shaft, because been playing with the clothing app. He's wearing an obnoxious outfit, complete with a cane that he taps against the loose rock wall to top-off his landing. A few pebbles fall to the ground in protest. Sounds dangerous!]

It's kind of dark in here, huh?

[Guess who isn't concerned at all? This guy! But he does tug down his blindfold so he can get a better look at Toko through the darkness.]

You alright?

oh wow it's beatrix's favourite teacher!! c:

[shiftybladesofcray]

[What kind of Gary Poppins get up is that?

Anyway, thank you for leaving the furby snake behind, life is enough of a nightmare already. Toko is still reeling from the fall but has hastily set to slapping off the cobwebs she's gathered. Ooooh gross, she hates spiders! She hates bugs! Get em off get em off get em off!!]

Hah?!?!

[When did this guy get here? Toko skitters back, expecting a blow. But he looks...

She squints. Thank the stars her glasses are still intact, but they don't fix the lighting issues of deep cave space. He's in a suit, she thinks? With a sleep mask or something, and a cane?]

Who...who are you?! [Okay thinking hard here, this place is some kind of fantasy setting, so perhaps:] D-do you live here?

[Is this some shitty Cave of Wonders?]

A - I just want a cute toko

[7edacted]

I saw you.

[It was hard not to, for Lucretia, who felt some kinship with the young woman kept by herself in the corner of a bar. At least, a version of herself from a long time ago. The version that liked to write in books tales more wild than the ones she cared to have in real life.

Speaking of, she tucks the newly-won journal closer to her chest, held by the hand that Toko was tugging on.]

I was just on my way to find my own quiet corner to write, but if you want some company. [She sits next to the girl, and chuckles to herself. The old Lucretia at least wouldn't have had the wherewithal to ask someone to join her.] You look... rough.

you can't dodge ugly jill forever

[shiftybladesofcray]

I...company?

[There's enough reverence for elders bred into her that Toko feels properly ashamed of herself. She recognizes this woman, too.]

Y-you're the director! [She blurts. Finger pointing and all, now that her grips been relinquished. Which does nothing to help her complete disrespect just now.

Toko pulls a face and buries it in her hands. There's a muffled groan. Rough? Yeah. That's about right.]

I know. You don't think I kn-know that? Everybody tells me that...

b

[maleviolent]

[What happens if she gets mixed up with Bad Company? We'll find out. Ryomen Sukuna is one of the worst to have the attention of. In most cases. He also might save your life, if he's so inclined.

The sleeve, rather the PANTS (because he's not wearing a shirt still) she tugs on as this someone passes by pulls him to a stop. He listens, expression flat, as she cries and insults him in the same breath.

Suddenly, she'll find her wrist snatched up in a hard grip and pulled away from his pants. He then deems it completely necessary to lean closer to her face. Very, very, very close. They're nearly nose to nose. For a moment, his hard gaze flicks to her drink in front of her. With a loud sigh, he then rolls that hard gaze away from her and straightens.]

You're just drunk, I see. I thought you wanted a fight. With your small size, I'm not surprised. I'm busy so I don't have time for your pitiful whining, but I'll take this as recompense for your rudeness.

[Fortunately, he releases her.

Unfortunately, that half-full (yeah, he's a half-full guy) ale is taken from her possession and he polishes off the rest in one go.

Seems like he doesn't realize who he is talking to quite yet. Must be the stutter throwing him off.]

[shiftybladesofcray]

[Did we want to find out?

She should have known better. Even a few sheets to the wind, she should have known. The lack of a shirt and the tattoos are both eye level for god's sake. But what's done is done, and what's done may do her in.

Needless to say, Toko's eyes go saucer wide as he snares her wrist. They blow wider still as the man leans, bows deep, brings his face a hair's breadth within hers. Is he going to KISS me?! she thinks in a flurry (her lips suction against her teeth in retreat), in the spare seconds she has before she notes the thin-slit, supernumerary eyes, sitting wicked just below the ordinary set.

Not as ostentatious as a whole second face, but it's the clincher she needs. He'd called her name in the street earlier. Now she's trapped in Ryomen Sukuna's grip, no where to run.

Her heart thuds hard. Rattles her ears. When he pulls back without any seedy intentions realized, she still can't shush it back it down. He's talking to her and she only sits there stunned. White-faced, rigid, mouth an airtight line.

He's....drinking her ale.

Toko's eyes flick from the pint glass to his face. Then, most pressingly, to the door.]

Ye...yes. Y-you're right. I'm drunk. F-forgive me. [One shaking hand pats onto the table. Gotta find some purchase before she rises, her legs have turned to jelly. They're working though, enough to get her sliding out of the booth with her head bowed. She's muttering in breathy tones.] I'll j-just go sleep it off. Goodnight? I'm sorry.

[Fuck fuck fuck fuck

The door. It's there, she can see it, she can make it. Toko drips out of the booth with her back hunched, shaving inches she can't spare from her total height. Just a small, harmless thing, pay her no mind. You can have the booth too if you like, she's just leaving.]

e

[shaft]

[ Claude isn't planning to stay long in the clinic. He'd gotten a little banged up tussling with one of the creatures that had slinked its way out of the woods, claws raking down his arm bad enough that he needed a lie down and a bandage up. But he's all right for the most part, and there are plenty of people busy dying that need beds more than he does.

Even if he does feel uniquely under the weather. ]

...

[ He squints at Jill when the door busts open, trying to decipher the words coming out of her mouth. ]

Is this some kind of joke?

[shiftybladesofcray]

Hmmm? Joke? [It's about eighty percent a joke, actually. Like if you're actually dying and it's terrible she'll consider it, but only if you're smoking hot.

Which this guy is, HOO BOY! HOT TAMALE! Sadly, he is not on the brink of death. Jill raises a brow and taps the blade of her scissors to her cheek, hip popped and ponderous.]

Well it hardly matters now, doesn't it? I thought these rooms were for goners only, but you've only got a scraaaaatch.

[Which her eyes now rake over sumptuously. As if they were an exposed abdomen, or a well-muscled thigh. The corner of her mouth quirks before she gives a long suffering sigh.]

They totally mangled it too! I would have cut you up much more cleanly, like the finest sashimi! Michelin star level, guaranteed. What a shame! What a waste! Oh, but don't sweat it, cutie, they've got bandages and shit around here someplace. Catch!

[She'll toss the compress at his face. It's mostly cloth, don't freak out about it.] Hold that while I look.

[Jill kicks the door shut as she beelines for the cabinet, rummaging none too gently for the good stuff.]

E for just End it, Jill

[neriticism]

[ Well, it was only a matter of time. As fatigue and irritability gave way to something that couldn't possibly be the simple strain of prolonged stress—like an incessant, tingling weakness in his legs—he found himself miserably dragged into quarantine, slumped onto a paper-thin bedroll, and left to rack up aches and pains in his hips and shoulders like the decrepit old man he is at heart. ]

[ That heart leaps into his throat and chokes him back to consciousness at the sound of a door slamming open and he flips over with an almost cat-like maneuver that leaves his entire body screaming in protest of the engagement of a single muscle, let alone... all of them. ]

What the fffhh— [ he deflates mid-outburst, mostly the pain, but also the complete consternation at the sight of Shaky McStutterton of all people swaggling into the room and fucking crooning like a Disney villainess. Not a single brain cell is processing any frame of this scene, but gut instinct grabs a hold of those scissors and has him shoving himself bolt upright. The same scissors kept strapped to the side of her thigh like a fucking assassin's garter dagger. Does he need help? ]

[ No, he had it right the first time. ]

Toko, what the fuck—

G for you Got it, Geezer

[shiftybladesofcray]

Huh? So you know Miss Morose?

[Admittedly, it was pretty funny to see him jump like a bean in a hot pan, so she's caught a little off guard when he shoots back with a real name. And a given name at that. He sounds American (are they speaking Japanese, or English? She doesn't like to think hard about things, so forget that) so maybe he's just being stupid. Or!! Has She Who Must Not Get Laid been getting spicy with some saggy-ass professor type while Jill was sleeping?

HA! God, that would be so funny. No no, looking at his face isn't giving her any mushy feelings, and those would carry over for sure. So, he's got to be an American Idiot. That's all.

Suddenly, Jill drops the smile. She flips the scissors over and looks at their blades. Brings them close to her face, smells the tip.

She looks back to the man.

Then she's on him. At his bedside in a flash, stamping a high-heeled foot between his thighs to command attention. She jabs the scissors down, face-ward. Like a foot or something away, good god, it's only a threat. Relax!

She barks her orders with a doberman's snap.]

Take that shirt off.

B.

[frostblooded]

[Oho? What's this? Kaeya stops as soon as Toko catches the puff of his sleeve, glancing over with a warm smile.]

Ignore you? I could never. In fact, I was making my way over here, so I can only thank you for taking the initiative for me.

[With that, he sliiides into the seat opposite her, draping himself over the chair.]

Now, then. You look a bit troubled. Feel free to speak your mind.

[shiftybladesofcray]

...Eh?

[Pardon her. The ale's homebrewed and definitely not approved by any federal agency. Thick stuff for a first timer, and the last thing she expected is to be treated like a welcome sight by a...

...eyepatch...but beautiful?...silly blue costume but with a smile to melt glaciers.

Toko stares dumbfounded, eyes wide under glinting glass. No. This is not the way of the world. Handsome men are never looking for her, much less happy when they find her. This upsets the natural order. She must restore balance.]

I...don't have a-any money.

[He must be after something, it's the only explanation.]

D for Dad Mode Activated - I'm sorry he's 0% fun

[of_steel]

[ Well, that's someone who definitely needs the kind of help he can't provide.

Still, she's wearing a school uniform - she can't be much older than Jordan and Jonathan, but the blood coating her from head to toe doesn't seem to phase her at all. Clark is definitely far more disturbed by the situation than she is.

He floats down until he's standing in front of her, arms folded across his chest. ]

Miss, what you need is to give me the weapon and go inside before you get hurt. This isn't a game.

(INVINCIBLE SPOILERS) Some dads make jokes, some fix you when you're broke

[shiftybladesofcray]

Wha-wha-what?!

[Okay, the little peasant kid was hauling ass to clear her way, just like she asked him too. Then shooting down from outer space is a new obstacle. Thick and beefy and slicked back hair, vacuum sealed into a bright blue suit. Jill balks for a moment, a pair bloodied scissors in each hand pointing on guard.]

Am I having a stroke? Did you fall from heaven?

OR!

[It's hit her now. Spandex suit, dashing good looks, some kind of Peter Pan bullshit without the fairy to ride along side with. Just like that total hottie out back, only this guy's not wearing a trace of a beating.]

You're that super-powered poppa that beat the shit out of that babe in the woods!

[She already got her aim dead set on his neck, but there's a vile squeal from the left. The zombie pigs. Ugh, so ANNOYING.

SCHWING!

There's a horrid squelch. The monster stumbles, a glinting pair of scissors sheathed to the hilt in its eye.]

Can it, Porky! I'll deal with you later!

b

[oomfies]

[ Truthfully, uh, no. Lottie has endured a long day of pretending to investigate icky dead bodies and saving people from getting married — which, well, explains the clothing she's wearing (a wedding dress, her veil exposing her face and her gown big and gaudy). It's entirely ill fitting for this town, much less the bar she's wandered into.. Especially considering she doesn't drink. Or more like, can't. Her medication won't allow it.

Following rules of logic doesn't seem to have stopped all the patrons here, though, she's come to realize. Lottie sees a young girl, super wasted and spectacularly lost. Someone who probably shouldn't be alone. With a sigh, and a quiet pull of her sleeve back, she takes her veil off her head and puts her wand (a pretty, stiff, red rose) on the table. ]

I was just going to pee..

[ Not anymore though, she guesses. Bladders can wait when you're technically the only adult near this despairing table!! She gathers up the body of her dress and stuffs herself into the opposite side of the booth. ]

How much did you drink already?

i love her............weeps profusely

[shiftybladesofcray]

[Life, as always, proves crueler than imagined.

Toko's face falls as she looks up at her catch. A girl. Not just any girl. A stunning one. Thick hair dyed a bright green, but teased and tousled like a movie star's. Full lips, full breasts. A perfect nose, slender jaw, long lashes over doe eyes.

She's wearing a wedding dress.]

I...

[All she can do is gawp. The sight of her puts a lump in her throat. It's not fair. It's not fair. It'snotfairit'snotfairit'snotfair.]

How come you get to be so p-pretty?

[Lord. Does she always sound this pathetic?

If Lottie wants a real answer, the half-drunk pint is still at her elbow. She's a first-timer, but they're serving powerful stuff around here.]

BBBbbbb

[kahunanu]

[ Between Persian's disturbing change in behavior and Nanu's own slowly progressing fatigue, he's surprised he hasn't decided to hit the tavern sooner to de-stress. There comes a point when all the investigating in the world still brings no answers and it's between that point and this one that he buckles. Just one evening of not caring. He obviously wasn't the only one with this in mind so who was he to stray away from a good drink or mutual commiseration in misery?

He expected to see the bear here again, but not someone like Toko huddled in the darkened booth at the rear of the tavern. That's where he was supposed to sit. How troublesome.

He walks by out of curiosity but is surprised when she grabs his sleeve. He narrows his eyes, stares her down carefully. Makes a disapproving face. ]

...You reek, girl.

[ He points to her half-empty ale. ]

This yours?

it's the silver fox!!!!!!!!!! i've caught him!!!!!!

[shiftybladesofcray]

[How strange life is that meeting an old man is a complete novelty. There were a fair share involved with Future Foundation, and some of the remaining adults in Towa City were north of forty. How many times does Toko herself sit down for a chat with them. Almost never.

Still. She's certain if she did, none of them would have opened with a back-handed slap like that.]

... [Blow-stricken shock sits for a count of three, then melts to a sour scowl. Toko reaches for her pint and scoots it back towards herself. She lean against the table so she can press it to her chest, as if shielding an injured kitten.]

Yes. It is.

[Her lip curls.]

Nevermind. If I r-reek so bad, then go hang out in the cemetery. I'm sure they have a s-spot for you there.

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[strawdolls]

[ It only takes a millisecond for Nobara to pass judgement onto this other young girl and decide she doesn't like her. As another undead pig charges in their direction, Nobara pulls out a few nails from her purse and coats them in her cursed energy, making them hover in the air. She then slams her hammer into them, shooting the nails right into that zombie pig's eyes. ]

Who the hell is in your way? Hairpin. [ The nails explode in energy, blowing that zombie pig's face into smithereens and sending some pieces of rotting flesh everywhere. Did she do this to make a point? Maybe. ]

And? What are you supposed to be? A B-Movie slasher film cosplayer?

We meet again Caps.....

[shiftybladesofcray]

[Whoa! She's a spicy one. And some kind of superpowered too, look at that piggy blow!

It's impressive! But also like, top ten stupidest things she's ever seen. The freaking hammer? Floating nails? Jill erupts into a cackle that echoes in the cobblestone streets.]

KYAHAHAHAHA!! And what are you supposed to be? The Nailer? Bet the boys really love you for that~

[There's another one incoming. It's a group of five and they're already two down. Jill takes a swipe at the charging beast, slashing its face and its side when it turned to flee.]

I wouldn't say B movie. I'm more like an A plus-plus-plus-plus-plus feature! With cross-genre appeal! A critical darling! [It tries to flee, and she finishes it in three rapid swipes. There is more blood. Much gore. Too bad for Gloomy, she's not getting out of showering this week.] Coming to theatres for a 3D adventure near you!

C

[lavishes]

[ Fjord would probably have a small aneurysm if he were to find out Jester's gone off on her own ( again... ), but the call of the woods is one she doesn't want to ignore. So, she wanders off. The edges of the town are a eerie but oddly beautiful place, she decides. Nothing quite like she's ever seen ( but so much could be said about this ... train? ).

It's a quieter, more depressing Xhorhas. But like, in a good way. She almost considers coming back with Fjord, when there's an achoo from just around a bush, and—

Oh. Those are scissors. She blinks. ] You know, if you have questions, it's probably a bad idea to like, stab the person you're asking the question to. Technically. 'Cause then you won't get an answer since they'll be dead. [ Hi, Jill. ]

i take jester into my arms and cry with tears of joy

[shiftybladesofcray]

[..................Wow.

So she swung the scissors first and asked questions half a second later, and did not take the time to appreciate just what she was accosting in the midst of medieval town. Her shock gives the wee thing time to talk, and talk she does. Where's that accent from? More importantly, where's the rest of her from?

There is a breath of a pause in the exchange. Ah. It is her turn to speak. Jill straightens, pulling back the scissors but holding them high, as if they were a smoking gun she'd just fired.]

Well well well, I'm just cutting to the chase! Get it? [Schwing schwing! go her scissors, snapping on air.] I need answers. People cough 'em up easier when they think they're about to die, but you don't have trouble talking at all! Do you?

[Jill breaks off in a peal of laughter. She's hallucinating, right? This is a joke or a really intense anime convention, right?]

So! I'm gonna switch up my order a bit, if you don't mind. Where am I, and what the hell are you?