the temple of beginnings.we're all a little mad here.
Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.
Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.
Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.
...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.
That’s always an option, isn’t it?
oh my god they were roommates.
It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)
These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.
Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.
Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!
wildcard.
The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.
The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.
At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)
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acatalepsy_logs2019-02-05 06:59 pm
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He isn't expecting to hear crying in the distance but Zack follows it with a quick pace.]
Hey! Who's out there?! [And upon seeing Konoha and all those vines, he curses.] Konoha! What the hell happened?!
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H- here! Help!
[But then Zack is there and she almost just cried in relief, sniffing powerfully to try and stop herself as she whimpers in a combination of embarrassment and fear.]
I don’t know... the plants are magic now or something and they won’t let go-
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Alright, take it easy! I got you. I'll get you out of this.
[He could use his sword but at the risk of hurting her that way he decides against it for now.]
Which one feels the tightest?
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Thank you-
[Not knowing why this has happened, at least relieved it doesn't seem like it's trying to kill her, Konoha wipes her tears with her one free hand, tugging on the vines again to try and answer his question.]
Right foreleg, I think... ?
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[The vine that is creeping up his wrist is met with a growl as Zack rips his arm upwards.]
No you don't! Damn, what the hell made everything grow so much around here?!
[He fights with the vine for a moment longer before turning back to her to try and grab the one she indicates. He'll just have to be... quick!]
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[And yet the more she struggles, the tighter the vines seem to go, as if reacting to the rough treatment. Something she might notice, if she thought to prescribe intellect or emotions to plant life instead of fighting against it, wincing as the vines clench harder around her hocks, her wrist.]
It was fine this morning-