teamposts | March's Heart

[ hey more legit npcs ]

Oh! Hello! Ca-, can you speak?

[ . . . wow conveyor belt is kind of mesmerizing

following a plate's progress from one hole to the other . . . ]

[ok lark you get to talk to that, I'm going to walk right up to the conveyor belt and climb over it to the other side.

fully anticipating not surviving this, yeah.]

[The bulk of the dragon is all chubby limbs and soft spikes, and it looks to be in fine condition save the tail is pinned to the ground with a knife (spilling unhygienic stuffing to the floor).

How intimidating and murderous.

It conveys through button eyes a judgmental stare as Lark asks the stitched-mouth plush if it can talk.]

[ HEY SOMETIMES PEOPLE CAN TALK WITH THEIR MOUTHS SEWN SHUT OKAY ]

M-my apologies.

[ gestures to one of the person holes ]

Are we allowed to go through those...?

. . . why are you asking . . .

Good question.

[GUESS WHO'S GOING THROUGH A PERSON HOLE '-']

[THE DRAGON FLUFFS UP in a very intimidating fashion AND GRABS HIM BY THE BACK OF HIS CLOTHES though it is a strain with his tail pinned, and more stuffing spills out.

NO MISTER. THIS IS MY HOLE. NO YOU DO NOT GET TO GO DOWN MY HOLE. I AM NOT THAT SORT OF A PLUSH.]

Well, I'll take that as a no!

[ but something is holding it in place...? also jumping over the conveyor belt

and then after a brief moment of consideration, yanking the knife out of the ground ]

[ hops over too '-'a

maybe tries to go through the other hole . . . ]

[wow i don't like that pressure on my front. b. backs up cooperatively.

INJURIES ARE A PROBLEM.]

[IT GROWLS AND HUFFS THROUGH A STITCHED CLOSED MOUTH but Lark removing the knife does cheer it up. The tail wags, knocking a plate towards you.

IT WANTS YOU TO EAT.

Meanwhile, Enkidu... Through the human-sized hole all is dark, but you can hear the echoes of soft words (unintelligible) bouncing off the walls. The conveyor belt seems to incline down into a walkable slope, if you’re willing to tread over the plates and wander deep into the darkness.

Do you go through, or back to the group?]

[ ... r...reddens a little ]

Ah, well, a-are you sure? March Hare-san wouldn't mind?

[ CONTINUES THROUGH ]

[ok but did plushydragon let go of me...

GOOD LUCK ENKIDU]

[The dragon purrs. Eeeat. It looks good doesn't it doesn't it doesn't it?! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE MY HOMEMADE COOKING YOU BASTARD-

And yes, you are now released.]

Tha- thank you very much, then! I-is it all right if I eat on the way? I don't want them to get into too much trouble...

[please keep romancing the dragon i'm going to try and casually go through the hole absinthe took.]

[You join Enkidu just in time to be blinded by horror.]

[The dragon seems to disapprove of this mildly. He really doesn't want people going through that hole... It wasn't made for you.]

[ reaches out, slowly, to maybe pet its snout ]

I know. I'm very sorry... but I'm a little afraid of what they might do otherwise.

Re: STAGE: DONNER MAMA.

remarch - 2013-01-19 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

Re: STAGE: DONNER MAMA.

unquestion - 2013-01-19 22:58 (UTC) - Expand

[♪ The music echoing down into this room is almost the same. Almost.

Before you are heaps of food and drinks and remnants of meals, all as carefully sorted as you’ll find in any uptown supermarket: Carefully balanced soda cans nearly brushing the ceiling of the cavern, all the labels facing the same way. Piles of meat sorted into rows in the corners, and a load of cat skins, sorted by spots and stripes. Plastic-wrapped microwave meals, rats, bottles of moonshine, blueberries and pumpkins, grist and overcooked fish.

There’s only one area which seems to be different, a haphazard mess surrounded (almost blocked out of sight) by the rest, an area that can only be dug through

There’s a thin and weaving path through the otherwise ordered mess.

Movement comes from the small and skeletal child with a shock of red hair dwarfed by the piles, his back to you (you’ve gone unnoticed). He’s patiently stacking a box, standing on it, and stacking another to climb perilously high, trying desperately to reach the top of a pile.]

Hello.

Wha--

[HE WOBBLES AND OVERBALANCES OUT OF FRIGHT. His perilous position just became a mid-air flight straight to ground.]

[ ATTEMPTS TO CATCH :X ]