I am alright. No harm befell me during my journeys into Hell.
[ Outside of that little curse she picked up with Stelle and Firefly, but she wouldn't consider that harmful. Nor is it something that Mydei could help her with anyway.
Besides... ] I... am more worried about you and Lord Phainon. [ For obvious reasons. ] Have you fully recovered?
It was as you saw. When he shielded me from the explosions, he touched me.
[ And she'd pulled away as quickly as she could, terrified of the prospect of getting Phainon killed as a result of her own carelessness. (not that it would've saved him. the moment he laid a hand on her should've been his last.) ]
To be honest, I... don't know how he survived. [ She hadn't addressed it properly at the time, but given what she's been able to piece together about her abilities, between Stelle back home and Chipp here... no. She'd rather not think that. ] But I'm beyond grateful that he did.
{ she won't get another until around 8am, when he sleepily answers his alarm. he's been able to sleep in more here, a small luxury, especially when his sleep schedule is fucking shot.
but now he's burying his face in a cake cat before he even thinks about responding. }
Then I'm glad I could make you happy, even if just for that moment.
To be frank, I don't know if that would be better or worse.
Can I trust your discretion, Miss Castorice?
[He needs to show his terrible fit to someone he kind of sort of knows. Yeah, he agreed to it. Yeah, it makes certain people happy. But also. Also. Also.]
They're normal traps. I can't believe it, but for all intents and purposes they seem to be normal mouse traps.
[And she gets sent a picture of a rat trap in Sunday's hand. In the background are more rat traps. Way too many rat traps. Why are there so many rat traps? Dozens of traps in that picture alone.]
Why would anyone have this many traps? Why would they need this many traps? And, no, I haven't seen any signs of rodents anywhere.
[ the way i just sat here for several minutes thinking about how castorice has probably never seen a mouse trap before. she's probably thinking how it's such a strange little thing. ]
Perhaps there was a rodent problem in the past? [ Which doesn't really explain why there are still so many scattered about, but ehhhhhhh.
In return, Sunday gets a picture of a clock with tiny little legs in a dusty room. ]
Mister Boothill found a peculiar clock in the room we're in. It seems to be slowly heading somewhere. [ ... a lot of emphasis on "slowly". ]
I'm not familiar with Omegaverse, but I might have written something similar in the past... [ she has written a LOT of things, after all! ] Could you describe it for me?
"It's about secondary genders and who is an alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas are usually the stronger more dominant of the three, betas are in the middle, and omegas who typically are the more submissive one. There's also stuff about scenting, knotting, and a bunch of other sexual related stuff going on."
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un: Tribos
It's me, Tribbie! I wanted to let you know that I'm saving money for a house for all the heirs! Do you want to help out?
un: Castorice
Are there any quests I can accompany you on?
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As for the quests, I'm not picky! Which one do you want?
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[ so, like, incredibly apt icon usage on your part mio-- ]
I thought it'd be one you'd enjoy.
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text; un: fig.stew - post hell exploration
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[ Outside of that little curse she picked up with Stelle and Firefly, but she wouldn't consider that harmful. Nor is it something that Mydei could help her with anyway.
Besides... ] I... am more worried about you and Lord Phainon. [ For obvious reasons. ] Have you fully recovered?
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[ He's fine sans the casual exhaustion of being Louis's handler. That can be solved with a nap. ]
I actually wanted to ask about Phainon. What exactly happened when he shielded you?
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[ And she'd pulled away as quickly as she could, terrified of the prospect of getting Phainon killed as a result of her own carelessness. (not that it would've saved him. the moment he laid a hand on her should've been his last.) ]
To be honest, I... don't know how he survived. [ She hadn't addressed it properly at the time, but given what she's been able to piece together about her abilities, between Stelle back home and Chipp here... no. She'd rather not think that. ] But I'm beyond grateful that he did.
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text / un: gambler - adds to the drunken text incident aka 2am embarrassment
{ what an embarrassing early morning text to get out of the blue. }
[mulan voice] now all of aidonia knows you're soft
Her response comes at a more reasonable 7 am-ish. ]
Thank you. Though the time was brief, I'm... really happy I got to give you those hugs. I will never forget how nice it felt to hold you.
😔
but now he's burying his face in a cake cat before he even thinks about responding. }
Then I'm glad I could make you happy, even if just for that moment.
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god i hate when i use the same icon too sdkdjg
text; un: Intergalactic Baseballer
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Why do you ask?
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I even have some R18 doujinshis of myself from the Otherworlder's merch store.
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[ she at least knows what doujinshis are, thanks to that anonymous post on the network, but ???????? ]
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un: ..........................I still need to figure out a username help me nilla, nilla help me
[Exploration liveblogging is a GO.]
my entire dumb thought needs more explanation than a subject line will allow me, rip,
[ and if so then uhhhh poor them and their apparent rodent problem ]
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Can I trust your discretion, Miss Castorice?
[He needs to show his terrible fit to someone he kind of sort of knows. Yeah, he agreed to it. Yeah, it makes certain people happy. But also. Also. Also.]
2/3 surprise!
3/3
They're normal traps. I can't believe it, but for all intents and purposes they seem to be normal mouse traps.
[And she gets sent a picture of a rat trap in Sunday's hand. In the background are more rat traps. Way too many rat traps. Why are there so many rat traps? Dozens of traps in that picture alone.]
Why would anyone have this many traps? Why would they need this many traps? And, no, I haven't seen any signs of rodents anywhere.
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Perhaps there was a rodent problem in the past? [ Which doesn't really explain why there are still so many scattered about, but ehhhhhhh.
In return, Sunday gets a picture of a clock with tiny little legs in a dusty room. ]
Mister Boothill found a peculiar clock in the room we're in. It seems to be slowly heading somewhere. [ ... a lot of emphasis on "slowly". ]
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1/the yappening
the yappening/the yappening
the yappening never ends
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backdated to early dec / text; UN: Intergalactic Baseballer (also this is gonna get nsfw quick)
I thought that maybe as a fanfic writer that you might know about it, or have written about it...
sighs. begins giving the cast their abo designations as according to her--
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"It's about secondary genders and who is an alpha, beta, and omega. Alphas are usually the stronger more dominant of the three, betas are in the middle, and omegas who typically are the more submissive one. There's also stuff about scenting, knotting, and a bunch of other sexual related stuff going on."
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