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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[He's frowning at that last part, not liking the conclusion he's coming up with. I'm so fucking tired of this weird shit, says a flower, slowly and quietly, and Hank sighs.]
Alright. Fuck. Talk to the vegetation, I guess. Say nice things? One more should probably do it.
[Like hell he's going to do it himself. He'd probably get mad and call them names and make it worse.]
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[Mettaton finds this incredibly hard to believe, and he gives Hank a dubious look. "That's... Well. I DO have a way with words..." Hearing his own thoughts echoed back to him, Mettaton gives in and cooperates without any reluctance.]
You're an odd fellow, fancying the way I cheer for your vine bondage, of all things. But alright! I'll talk to some vines. I can't say no to a fan. [He takes a step back to really get into character, clasping his hands together and bringing them up against his cheek. In a stark shift in pitch, Mettaton's voice deepens further for some arbitrary reason, sounding more booming and commanding of attention than before.]
EVEN IF HANK OVER HERE CAN'T FIND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WHIMS, I ENJOY THE WAY YOU STRING UP YOUR CAPTIVES. LIKE A PRESENT LEFT IN A SPIDER'S WEB. IF THE PRESENT WERE MORE FOR OGLING AT, AND LESS FOR ARACHNID CONSUMPTION. SUCH DEDICATED TIGHTNESS... SUCH A BIZARRE PICK IN UNWILLING CANDIDATES... CAN SUCH FASCINATING SPONTANEITY BE ANYTHING BUT COMMENDED? I THINK NOT. THANK YOU, DARLINGS! YOU'VE DONE SPLENDIDLY.
[That's more than one nice thing riddled with more weird things to say, but okay. If he hasn't killed them with flattery, he's probably embarrassed them.]
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Well, that was weird and kind of creepy, but I'm starting to think that's just how you talk.
[Jesus Hank, he hears, and gives a frustrated sigh as he remembers, oh yeah, just because he's walking under his own power now doesn't mean the weird plants aren't still around. What the fuck is wrong with you? Show some goddamn gratitude.
He steps on the flower. He rubs it into the grass for a couple seconds, and scowls down at it for a couple more. Then he grimaces back up at the robot, looking a little embarrassed, his voice coming out a lot more honest.]
Thanks. You were kind of weird about it, but you could of just walked by, or threw shit at me, or... I don't know, anything. You didn't have to help, but you did anyway. I appreciate it.
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Of course he'd launch straight into squashing the flowers at his first opportunity, muses Mettaton. He would have done it all along if he could, he's sure, if asking for Mettaton to do it wasn't enough of a clue. He's still glad to have had the chance to be privy to his thoughts, as much of a hypocrite as that makes him: it easily demonstrated that there's more to this man beyond his abrasive exterior.]
AND YOU HAVE A WEIRD WAY OF THANKING YOUR KNIGHT IN GLISTENING ARMOR... [Glistening, as emphasized by the way he rubs his finger against his polished chest plate.] But you're welcome. Who knows how long you might have remained strung up, had I abandoned you? That would be heartless of me. Besides... if I could defeat whatever negative preconceptions you had of me based on being a robot, I'm thrilled to do so.
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You don’t need to worry about me... I don’t know, trying to order you around or whatever. The androids here aren’t... You know. It’s different there.
[He shrugs again and then looks up, eyes flickering over Mettaton’s chest plate. Glistening? says a flower, in a tone of baffled disgust. Really? It’s not something that needed to be said but it wasn’t a deep shameful secret or anything, so Hank decides that one can stay. He does want to change the subject, though; there aren’t many different thoughts talking about glistening robots might dig up in him but the ones that are waiting in his head need to fuckin stay there.]
You don’t uh, have to worry about the vine thing though, I wasn’t up there long enough to pull anything or whatever, I’ll probably just he sore for a while.
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Great... If you're sure about that. I couldn't sympathize, given my lack of muscles. I'll take your word for it.
Well. Now that you're free of those vines... I'll leave you to returning to your room. I have my own business to attend to. If you ever need somebody with the power to talk sweetly to you, or some vines... Don't hesitate to give me a call. [Mettaton raises his hand in a wave, turning away and glancing at Hank over his shoulder.] Until next time, Hank-darling!
[He makes sure to give Sumo a double-handed wave, finally sparing Hank from any further MTT-Brand bothering. What a blessing.]