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WEEK ONE: MINGLE (OVERFLOW)
Week 1
mingle
Monday again?
No problem. ... Well, actually, some problems. For one, you seem to still be stuck in this village of nightmares.
Unless you’ve met your match, that aching feeling in your chest of being incomplete continues to only grow. That, alongside this feeling of being watched, probably makes it a bit hard to truly relax. That’s for the best, isn’t it? You probably shouldn’t get too complacent in a place like this, blood sacrifice that you are.
The woods rustle with anticipation. The branches and foliage whisper and shake, as if sharing a secret amongst themselves. What surprises do they have in store for you? Wandering into the darkness created by overarching treetops will bring you to a uniquely hollowed out tree trunk. The face of it has a rectangular cut into its bark, making it resemble a door. Should you choose to open it and step in, you’ll find yourself transported somewhere else entirely.
Though of course, you’ll have to come back to the village eventually. When you do, there is nothing but the oddities of town and ravens to greet you. Perhaps if you’d like to have a chat with some of the cultists who brought you into this situation, you might tie a letter to a bird at your own risk. Come nightfall, you may realize that the star formations and moon phase have changed entirely from the week prior. The stars are green and the moon is in a waxing crescent. Ha ha ha.
And now that blood has been spilt, it seems like the village itself is still hungry for more.
The swamp gurgles and rumbles uncomfortably, drawing your attention with small quakes. The bottom of it opens next to the stepping stones, staggered to form a natural staircase. When you descend, you'll find that it's possible to make all your dreams come true... at a price. Do you dare pay it?
"( me after seeing two guys in any context whatsoever) Well well well if it isnt the Blowjob Brothers."
- wise words from the prophet dril
As if you don't have enough problems, it seems like the week has ushered in yet another strange side-effect of all the freaky magic contaminating the space.
You know what you could really need right now? A tender handhold. A long, warm hug that's just perfect. A shoulder to lean on, a kind word, a sweet connection. Whatever affection means to you, you will feel compelled to not only give it, but also seek it out from others. Be nice, you're baby. Attempts to resist this can occur... but will result in an embarrassing, sincere confession of feelings that romcoms can only dream of. That's right, sluts and nuns and children, it's affection week.
- wise words from the prophet dril
As if you don't have enough problems, it seems like the week has ushered in yet another strange side-effect of all the freaky magic contaminating the space.
You know what you could really need right now? A tender handhold. A long, warm hug that's just perfect. A shoulder to lean on, a kind word, a sweet connection. Whatever affection means to you, you will feel compelled to not only give it, but also seek it out from others. Be nice, you're baby. Attempts to resist this can occur... but will result in an embarrassing, sincere confession of feelings that romcoms can only dream of. That's right, sluts and nuns and children, it's affection week.
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but he offers his mason jar of yarrow salve from his busted satchel. astringent, pain relief, antibiotic all in one. ]
... I got my bandages, too.
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Thank you, Mr. Greengrass. Tell me what happened.
[ Checking the state of the eye after wiping the blood off of it... do you need stitches. ]
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We were goin' through fog... 'til we got to a castletown. Place was wrong, all wrong. Scared people, some... some undead, maybe, and this tree... [ shaking his head, keeping his gaze down until daan checks his eye.
he will need stitches, yes. not across the whole gash but it'll probably need them in his brow and cheek. ]
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[ There there. It's affection week so he gets a soothing rub on his shoulder while he checks this. ]
Let's get you settled away on a bed, maybe with a nice apple and try to calm down, yeah?
[ And hopefully that will make it hurt a lot less when he has to administer hodgepodge stitches without anesthesia. God forbid. ]