

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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I don't like to spread this around, but... it's not really in me to leave a damsel in distress.
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[ he says it fondly rather than as if peggy is any sort of threat to him. though the truth is... he casts a glance over to steve and shakes his head. the truth is: he really doesn't want to analyze what's happening here. ]
You're lucky you're cute, that's all I've got to say.
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Nightmare loops are, sadly, part of my expertise. As are handsy vines.
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Normal for me, mate. Don't much keep up with what's normal for the world, but I'm betting they still haven't caught up. Most people stick to what's easy, what they can digest. Nasties lurkin' in the shadows to snatch their souls don't exactly track.
[ he thinks about it though with anyone else he might dismiss this line of questioning. steve is just so... earnest. it's as annoying as it is attractive, really. annoyingly attractive, even. ]
I guess when I was a kid, I did it for power. To feel like a big man. But the more things I saw, the worse things got... I just wanted to help. My trouble is I never do know when to stay out - helping isn't always acting.
[ sometimes it's inaction. something john is obviously not very good at. they pass by some flowers and they whisper amongst themselves about astra, about how if he just stayed out she would still be alive... and he wouldn't be damned to hell. john hangs his head, heels of his hands pressed against his eyes. Maybe I will waste that smoke, says another as he turns his tired gaze back up on steve. he laughs, a deeply self-deprecating sound. ]
Bollocks.