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[The video only shows the briefest flash of a face - deep jade eyes with a soft yellow glow, grey skin and black hair that's drenched down from its usual style and curled in wet tendrils around a confused and wary expression. She has been there for some time now, though quietly, getting her bearings, working out what this place might be and whether or not she truly is dead.
The answer to the last - and most pressing - of her concerns appears to be 'no', but of course that brings up a whole new set of questions and problems. No afterlife that she had ever heard of had been anything like this.
A moment later, after giving a clear view of her location - a quiet corner of the plaza - the video feed is ended. It's several more minutes before a text is sent out.]
If It Is Not Too Much Trouble.
I Would Appreciate Some Assistance.
[[ooc: Please feel free to respond however you like! Action is fine too :>]] | |
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| "Huh? What's that thing?"
"That? Look, there's a caption beside the picture. It's called ... Mistletoe?"
"Mistletoe. Mistletoe is part of a Christmas tradition in which two people who meet under it must kiss-"
".... so, wait, is that two people who meet intentionally or unintentionally? Does it say?"
"uhhh let's see... no it doesn't give specifics. The kiss is said to bring good luck and health-"
".... H-Hey, Asbel ..."
"Although it has been used to treat some ailments, the berries are in fact poisonous and should not be touched by children."
"Asbel ..."
"hm? What is it Cheria?"
"Um ... there's ... something on the ceiling."
"On the... hey it kinda looks like this picture... It's Mistletoe!"
"And we're under it."
"O-Oh yeah..."
"Ah ..."
"W-what should we do?"
"W-Well, it's traditional ... but we can pretend we didn't see it, if you don't want to?"
"If we did that wouldn't it be bad luck?"
"Maybe ... should we do it anyway?"
"W-Well I guess it is a tradition..."
"O-okay."
"R-right."
[It's suddenly quiet, but it's pretty clear what they're doing. Probably a little longer than they intended.]
((OOC: Joint Asbel-Cheria post. Cheria is purple, Asbel is black :3 ))
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| [Things start out with a video image of Karkat, looking unamused as he sits in a chair in what must be his kitchen. And he's glowing, quite literally so. Where should be grey skin is instead luminescent white, and even the yellows of his eyes are brighter than normal as they emit a soft light. One may also notice that instead of the usual stubby teeth, his top canines are elongated to form typical "fangs".]
[He switches to text for his message.]( cut for rambly grey allcaps )(OOC: From an IC standpoint, this post would have gone up not long after the curse started, i.e. during the night.) | |
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| [A young man appears on the feed, not realizing he had turned it on. In fact he appears to be trying to focus on the welcome brochure that he had when he arrived. Though it wasn't a place he knew of, he seemed rather calm, if not lost, as he looked up from reading to look around again, his face full of confusion. From within his sleeve a small golden golem popped out, choosing it's moment to flutter around his head.]
Timcampy, I have no idea where we are exactly. I know what it says about the place and it's even nice enough to give us a map, but still. [He looks at it once more, trying as hard as he might to make sense of the map, but to no avail.] I'm still lost. [Timcampy flutters over poking at the device before Allen finally takes notice.] Ah, I guess this can help me. [Holding it correctly, he smiled, trying to be as charming and polite as he could.]
I should use this to ask, but can anyone tell me where in this new place I am? I've tried using the map, but it doesn't work for me. [Coming from someone who has a habit of getting lost, this seems perfectly normal.] I'll really appreciate it. | |
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| [Video clicks on rather abruptly (maybe from a kick??) and all you really is is... blankets. You can hear some moving around on the mattress and is that a... whining sound? It only lasts a moment, and then softly-]
Oh no the smells... | |
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| This is becoming ridiculous! I seem to have fallen victim to a switch of items yet again. I'm getting rather tired of this nonsense... [As irritated as Hubert is, he's not quite as furious as he was last time because there's something else that concerns him. This doesn't quite seem like it did with the accidental gift exchange.
He takes a breath and stops speaking, but only to pick up a small pistol and hold it in front of his screen.]This is what I found on my nightstand this morning, after which I found my dual blades to be missing from their usual place. There was no box this time. And this... gun... [He pulls the trigger, but there's only a 'click'.]Has no discernible ammunition, similar to my own weaponry. I don't think this is a case of misinformed locals, but I am at a loss as to what else could be going on. Any input on the situation would be helpful and appreciated. Thank you. | |
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--aaah! I forgot!
[ The feed turns on with a THUD as the entire room looks to be on its side; looks like someone dropped their SFC in their haste. But wh--
-- oh, come on, it's Shing. Really, it's not that hard to figure it out. ]
... it was almost a month ago last year that I arrived here, wasn't it...? I'm seventeen now...
[ Yep. GJ Shing, please remember and don't forget like the mun did, shhhh... ]
... it's over a year since I arrived here. Wow... that's... kind of a long time to be stuck in a single place...
[ Now Shing's getting lost in his own thoughts... bother? ]
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