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January 2022 Test Drive Meme
January 2022 TDM
SEMI-STANDARD ARRIVAL
EAT ME
love hurts
CODING
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Overhead view of broken ice in an ocean]
[Image Two: A blooming rose]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Three steaming buns in a steam basket]
[Image Two: Plumes of smoke]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Two hands cupping a candle]
[Image Two: An anthropomorphic flame being held by an anthropomorphic wick, which is melting]
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
Prompt One
[Image One: Overhead view of broken ice in an ocean]
[Image Two: A blooming rose]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Three steaming buns in a steam basket]
[Image Two: Plumes of smoke]
Prompt Three
[Image One: Two hands cupping a candle]
[Image Two: An anthropomorphic flame being held by an anthropomorphic wick, which is melting]
WHEN: Late January through February
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
Much of the ice has broken up, black ice replaced with powdery snow along the boardwalk. The snow falls gently most days, but on others it picks up, sleet and hail raining down, making the boardwalk dreary. For new Sleepers who wash up in the frigid water, the chill can make the change from squid to your original body slower and more difficult. You may get caught halfway through the transformation and need a hand (or tentacle) to help coach you through the rest.
Wakers are there and ready to greet you with thick robes and cloaks to ward off the cold and the sleet. The Trenchies who run the booths and tents that line the boardwalk tend to roaring fires and offer a selection of candies and steamed buns for any Sleepers who approach. The Trenchies will tell you that the buns can ward off the cold.
Trenchies also offer red roses to anyone they see, and more roses line the booths, available to be given to someone you fancy. Some Trenchies have gone so far as to create intricate rose sculptures, with one towering over the boardwalk in the shape of Doorway. If you stand beneath the sculpture of Doorway, you feel a great sense of possibility in the city.
Sleds are still available for anyone who wants them. The slope of the beach is ideal for sledding, but be careful not to sled straight into the frigid ocean. The broken ice can be walked across, taking Sleepers to the Farthest Shores to look out at the endless ocean.
Wakers are there and ready to greet you with thick robes and cloaks to ward off the cold and the sleet. The Trenchies who run the booths and tents that line the boardwalk tend to roaring fires and offer a selection of candies and steamed buns for any Sleepers who approach. The Trenchies will tell you that the buns can ward off the cold.
Trenchies also offer red roses to anyone they see, and more roses line the booths, available to be given to someone you fancy. Some Trenchies have gone so far as to create intricate rose sculptures, with one towering over the boardwalk in the shape of Doorway. If you stand beneath the sculpture of Doorway, you feel a great sense of possibility in the city.
Sleds are still available for anyone who wants them. The slope of the beach is ideal for sledding, but be careful not to sled straight into the frigid ocean. The broken ice can be walked across, taking Sleepers to the Farthest Shores to look out at the endless ocean.
WHEN: Late January through February
WHERE: The boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Compulsion to share thoughts or feelings, invasion of privacy
WHERE: The boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Compulsion to share thoughts or feelings, invasion of privacy
If you eat the warm steamed buns offered by the Trenchies, you find that you are warmed from the inside out, and you can suddenly feel more than you did before. You may start to hear thoughts in a different voice than yours, or feel touch when no one is near by, or feel emotions that aren’t your own. You may connect this to the buns you ate, or you may not.
Eating a taro bun gives you a strong sense of empathy. You’ll be able to feel the feelings of those around you. You may be drawn to the person, or people, whose emotions you can now feel, that intense empathy driving you to celebrate with them, or mourn with them, or try to lessen their suffering.
Eating a pork bun lets you feel the physical sensations of those around you. If someone nearby isn't wearing a cloak and is shivering in the cold, your skin feels that chill, too. Perhaps someone else is sinking their teeth into a steamed bun, feeling the warmth of the bun in their mouth.
If you eat a red bean bun, you start to hear the thoughts of Sleepers around you. These thoughts may just be surface level musings, but the closer in proximity or in emotional closeness you are to them, the deeper those thoughts become.
The effects only last a short time, about fifteen minutes. During that time, you may be drawn to the people around you, by empathy, curiosity, or solidarity. You’re all Sleepers now. If you share a bun with someone, for a brief instant, you know them, deeply and thoroughly. The moment will pass, but you'll feel a sense of solidarity with them, a strong foundation for any bond.
Be careful, if you eat more than three in one sitting, you lose the associated sense for fifteen minutes. If you eat more than three taro buns, you lose your sense of empathy. If you eat too many pork buns, you lose your sense of touch, and if you eat too many red bean buns, you lose your internal voice.
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Eating a taro bun gives you a strong sense of empathy. You’ll be able to feel the feelings of those around you. You may be drawn to the person, or people, whose emotions you can now feel, that intense empathy driving you to celebrate with them, or mourn with them, or try to lessen their suffering.
Eating a pork bun lets you feel the physical sensations of those around you. If someone nearby isn't wearing a cloak and is shivering in the cold, your skin feels that chill, too. Perhaps someone else is sinking their teeth into a steamed bun, feeling the warmth of the bun in their mouth.
If you eat a red bean bun, you start to hear the thoughts of Sleepers around you. These thoughts may just be surface level musings, but the closer in proximity or in emotional closeness you are to them, the deeper those thoughts become.
The effects only last a short time, about fifteen minutes. During that time, you may be drawn to the people around you, by empathy, curiosity, or solidarity. You’re all Sleepers now. If you share a bun with someone, for a brief instant, you know them, deeply and thoroughly. The moment will pass, but you'll feel a sense of solidarity with them, a strong foundation for any bond.
Be careful, if you eat more than three in one sitting, you lose the associated sense for fifteen minutes. If you eat more than three taro buns, you lose your sense of empathy. If you eat too many pork buns, you lose your sense of touch, and if you eat too many red bean buns, you lose your internal voice.
FAQ
- The buns lets you feel the sensations of Sleepers within around 10 feet of you.
- You can eat more than one type of bun at once, and experience all the different sensations.
- Buns lose their power once they're cool. Reheated buns have no power.
- Sleepers can shield their thoughts/feelings/sensations if they’re experience in shielding their mind or meditating.
- You can’t sense the thoughts/feelings/sensations of Trenchies.
WHEN: End of January to mid-February
WHERE: Throughout the city of Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Injury, body horror, burning, melting, simulated codependency, possible mental/emotional manipulation, possible existential cold & loneliness, possible death
WHERE: Throughout the city of Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Injury, body horror, burning, melting, simulated codependency, possible mental/emotional manipulation, possible existential cold & loneliness, possible death
[From ANTHOLOGY OF TRENCH LORE AND SUPERSTITION. Found in the Archives:]
"There is an old Trench legend of the flame and the wick. One day, a flame awoke, gazing down at the candle beneath it. The flame reached down as the old, forgotten wax stretched upwards, its arms to the sky, dripping wax with yearning to touch the flame. They sought each other, ever they drew closer, but never did they embrace until the last moment. As the heat consumed the final inch of the wick, the flame was snuffed out. Trenchies argue whether the legend may in fact be true, or an invention of the Doorway to teach a lesson about desire and its cost. Ultimately it matters little, because they have seen it come to pass."
Your heart beats loud in your ears and there’s a pressure on your chest. You find a string connected to your heart. You somehow know that someone is on the other side of the string, and you feel a deep, intense yearning, and an all-consuming desire to draw closer. Your desire may be romantic, it may be of friendship, it may be the need you feel when you recognize someone out of the corner of your eye and need to know them. It’s a desperate need that drives you forward, one that’s difficult to fight, if you even think to want to.
The closer that you come to one another, the more one of you begins to melt like wax, and the other begins to flake away in soot and ash. It hurts with the pain of burning, but the more that it hurts, the passion and need for closeness burns hotter. You know, somewhere deep in your heart, that if you touch, it will be over, like the candle and the flame.
As soon as you see the object of your desire, you have a decision to make. You have to weigh your desire to touch, to embrace, with the risk that brings with it:
You can cut the string. After all, love is often shattered by the raw emotion that it involves. If you do, you feel a cold wind blow across your body, chilling you to the bone. A door somewhere slams, closing on the potential of your passion. You are safe from further harm, the melting and burning fading with an hour and you’ll be whole again, but the feeling of loneliness will be consuming for the rest of the day even if you try to talk it off, an ache in the very bones.
You can draw closer but not quite touch. The melting and burning will grow worse, but if you talk to your partner, talk through your desire, the guttering of the wick will fade and so too will the tie that binds you. It will hurt, but the melting will fade in a few hours and you’ll feel warmed by it, if not quite fulfilled.
You can give in to your desire and embrace, letting your need for the other person overwhelm you. The pain, the risk, may not enough to keep friends and lovers apart any longer. In that moment, there is excruciating agony as if you were burning alive, and there is peace. You’ll feel your partner melting, being consumed by your partner, who is burning themselves out for you.
The embrace can end one of two ways. If you release and flee the pain, the door will slam and you hear a mournful sigh as the melting finishes consuming you, leaving nothing but faded crystal dust, a sense of judgment in your death. Connection is too much for some, but the Doorway is pitiless in this. For those who stay regardless of the pain, you will be burned to nothing and you will hear a door open. Wind sweeps over you. As it rushes past, you feel your bodies restored and a warmth that lasts with you until the middle of the month, like a blanket of hope of reunion, a tiny blessing of the watcher at the threshold.
"There is an old Trench legend of the flame and the wick. One day, a flame awoke, gazing down at the candle beneath it. The flame reached down as the old, forgotten wax stretched upwards, its arms to the sky, dripping wax with yearning to touch the flame. They sought each other, ever they drew closer, but never did they embrace until the last moment. As the heat consumed the final inch of the wick, the flame was snuffed out. Trenchies argue whether the legend may in fact be true, or an invention of the Doorway to teach a lesson about desire and its cost. Ultimately it matters little, because they have seen it come to pass."
Your heart beats loud in your ears and there’s a pressure on your chest. You find a string connected to your heart. You somehow know that someone is on the other side of the string, and you feel a deep, intense yearning, and an all-consuming desire to draw closer. Your desire may be romantic, it may be of friendship, it may be the need you feel when you recognize someone out of the corner of your eye and need to know them. It’s a desperate need that drives you forward, one that’s difficult to fight, if you even think to want to.
The closer that you come to one another, the more one of you begins to melt like wax, and the other begins to flake away in soot and ash. It hurts with the pain of burning, but the more that it hurts, the passion and need for closeness burns hotter. You know, somewhere deep in your heart, that if you touch, it will be over, like the candle and the flame.
As soon as you see the object of your desire, you have a decision to make. You have to weigh your desire to touch, to embrace, with the risk that brings with it:
You can cut the string. After all, love is often shattered by the raw emotion that it involves. If you do, you feel a cold wind blow across your body, chilling you to the bone. A door somewhere slams, closing on the potential of your passion. You are safe from further harm, the melting and burning fading with an hour and you’ll be whole again, but the feeling of loneliness will be consuming for the rest of the day even if you try to talk it off, an ache in the very bones.
You can draw closer but not quite touch. The melting and burning will grow worse, but if you talk to your partner, talk through your desire, the guttering of the wick will fade and so too will the tie that binds you. It will hurt, but the melting will fade in a few hours and you’ll feel warmed by it, if not quite fulfilled.
You can give in to your desire and embrace, letting your need for the other person overwhelm you. The pain, the risk, may not enough to keep friends and lovers apart any longer. In that moment, there is excruciating agony as if you were burning alive, and there is peace. You’ll feel your partner melting, being consumed by your partner, who is burning themselves out for you.
The embrace can end one of two ways. If you release and flee the pain, the door will slam and you hear a mournful sigh as the melting finishes consuming you, leaving nothing but faded crystal dust, a sense of judgment in your death. Connection is too much for some, but the Doorway is pitiless in this. For those who stay regardless of the pain, you will be burned to nothing and you will hear a door open. Wind sweeps over you. As it rushes past, you feel your bodies restored and a warmth that lasts with you until the middle of the month, like a blanket of hope of reunion, a tiny blessing of the watcher at the threshold.
Rose (deWitt Bukater) Dawson | Titanic | Paleblood (CW: mention of a mass death event)
Rose wakes up to not one, but two horrors. Not only is she in freezing cold water again, reminding her far too well of floating in the North Atlantic, first hearing a chorus of screams for help, too many to be understood, then those voices trailed off slowly as people started to die. Too many to mention went into the ocean, including Jack. Jack, for whom help hadn't arrived in enough time. Jack, who she owed her life to, who'd brought her to life in the first place. She'd been certain she was on the Carpathia amongst the steerage passengers, waiting to disembark, and giving as her family name not the one of her birth, but the one of her choice. Dawson.
But the second horror was beyond her comprehension. Instead of being herself, she was a---a squid? A squid with her mind, her thoughts, her memories? Impossible. Wasn't it? Perhaps she was hallucinating after the trials of the past several days, perhaps it was a bad dream, perhaps perhaps perhaps. But no answers came as she as a squid flailed wildly in the ocean, prompting a friendly stranger to pull her out of the water, becoming herself again.
She's sure she looks a fright, still in the dress she'd been wearing when the Titanic sank with Cal's overcoat on top of that, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.
"Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me. Was I--did I--? I couldn't have been a squid...yes?"
Eat Me
Rose was positively starving. The cooks of the Carpathia served them soup while they finished their voyage to New York City and she assumed that someone there would have meals set up for those in need of charity, which right now included her. She'd given it all up, the name, the legacy, the engagement, the debts and was reduced to being penniless (except for the Heart of the Ocean in her pocket, where she planned to keep it) for the first time in her life.
But the food on offer was unlike anything she's ever seen. They looked almost like little cupcakes without the frosting. She tried to not be too obvious in leaning towards the little cupcake things, trying to sniff at them without being too obvious. After all, her existence now relied on the kindness of strangers.
So she turned to the closest one and asked, "Does this make any sense to you? I gather that it's food, but what kind?"
Network: un; briar.rose
i'm afraid i know little of this thing which i have been given. i know little of very nearly everything as it was 1912 when i was taken.
has someone who has been here for a while please assist me with what it is i need to know and how to work this device? i don't have money, but i will owe you a favor.
Arrival
A tall, blond gentleman, clad in a black suit under a long black leather coat and with his eyes hidden by dark glasses, who carries himself like a lord but moves with the diligence of a tradesman might have reached into the water and taken her gently but firmly by her tendrils, helping her out of the water and into the open air.
He gives her a polite but understanding half-smile as he lets her lean on his shoulder while he assists her up the icy shore. "Yes, you were a squid, for a few moments," he replies gently, his baritone voice tinted with a hint of a British accent. "Don't let it alarm you much. Many of the people you'll meet here arrived the same way, borne from the sea as a many-armed creature, myself included."
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She tries to smile back, but she's sure it's as shaky as she feels with the weight of her wet clothes dragging her down. She's not getting rid of Cal's waistcoat, not while the diamond is in its pocket, but she'll be more than happy to be rid of the dress for some warm clothes. But his words prompt her to ask "So, this is...commonplace? Humans turning into squids in the ocean? How--how utterly terrible and strange. How does one get used to such a notion?"
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He carries her with diligence, and the promptness of a field surgeon, but also with a sense of care, albeit the care of a physician rather than a parent. "Just a little ways up," he says, almost like a priest counselling a troubled member of his flock. "You'll remember your self as you move further up and further in. Reach for those memories and images; hold fast to them.
He may carry himself a little slack, as if sensing her discomfort and giving her some assurance that he means no harm. "As commonplace as being born. It is, perhaps, the main way new life comes into this place. In some ways, there's no real getting used to it, any more than people lose their collective sense of awe over birth or the changing of the seasons," he says.
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She takes the reassurance with both hands. "How terribly peculiar. I know through my readings of Darwin that beings evolve to suit what their environments call for, but I'd never in all of my readings imagined that squid would be suitable for the winter months. Summer and spring months, certainly. But not winter."
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He may pause, tilting his head as she mentions being on the Titanic. "Ahh. I wondered that, given your historical garb. You'll fit in well here, Miss Dawson - may I call you that?
"A lady of intelligence as well as elegance," he notes, approvingly, though more in a fatherly way now. "You'll find, though, this world is full of wonders that science can't quite define by the usual means, and I say this as someone from a world with its own share of strange things. The squid transformation appears to be a gift to us from the rulers of this world, a chance for a new beginning with a new nature in a new world."
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"Thank you. I would hope that such a trait is valued here?" She knew it hadn't been back home, especially giving Cal's disapproval of her trying to better herself through reading, although university was out of the question according to her mother. "Then...how can they be defined? Not of science, but of what? Magic?"
It's a joking question, given how the only magic she's seen in her own life was stage magic, something with an explanation, even though she may not have had it at the time. "Rulers? As in kings and queens? How could turning into a squid be useful for them, couldn't they bring us as we were?" Because a new world with a new chance at life was rather appealing, but turning into a squid will haunt her nightmares.
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"You'll have to forgive that misstep. I arrived here from almost a hundred years into your future. The year 2009, to be exact," he says, bowing his head slightly. "I've also been horribly rude in not introducing myself properly: I'm Dr. Albert Wesker.
If allowed, he may pat her shoulder reassuringly. "Rest assured, it's very much approved here. I'd say while this town welcomes people of all talents and temperaments, ladies of learning are especially appreciated here.
"But to answer your question regarding magic: in a word, yes, true magic, the manipulation of matter through an act of the will and the proper gestures, though it may well be a form of science just beyond most people's experience." He's completely serious, if keeping it somewhat light so as not to alarm her. The magic in this place can run to the darker end of the spectrum, as she'll discover in due time.
"Not so much kings or queens, but more like gods or beings from another and stranger world. We know them as the Pthumerians, a race of beings with the ability to shape the world and the flesh and blood of the people within it, even to mold reality itself. Their motives are known only to them, and some are more trustworthy than others, but for the most part, they seem to have our betterment in mind, given the second chances which this world affords."
By now, a serene figure in a white robe approaches, carrying a Bag, which, with a graceful bow, they offer to Rose. "Take it: you may find a few things to help you start your journey here."
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Network: un: Stone
Unfortunately I'm new here as well so I'm not going to be that much help in that regard, but I'm a historian and I would love to talk to someone from your era.
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Philadelphia, the United States.
What would you like to know about it? The good, the awful, the everything in between?
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Thank you. If you have the time, I'd love to hear about all of it. What was your life like, what you thought about the newspapers of the time, the books you liked to read, your opinion of the current politics, an ordinary day...anything, really. A first-hand account is really valuable in my line of work.
I'm Jacob Stone, by the way. I'm a Librarian.
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i suppose I have some time available? but please, I've been through something terrible, so it will be rather hard to gather my thoughts on such matters of politics and ordinary matters. all I can think of is what happened and how it could have differed.
a pleasure to meet you. i'm Rose Dawson.
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It's no problem at all. I'm sorry about that and I don't wish to impose or anything, and I'd be happy to hear whatever you want to say.
I'm Jacob Stone. It's good to meet you.
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i would rather not speak of it at this time. but i went to finishing school in france and i appreciate art. i also enjoyed reading, especially about this fairly new science, psychology.
eat me
"'Course it is. Had food like this back home, so it's kinda surprisin' findin' somethin' like it in a place like this. Red beans're a li'l sweet; an' ya probably can't go wrong with pork buns. Taro is... I dunno. Taro."
He'd never figure out how to describe it with his limited palate. It's the feelings attached to it that he appreciates more anyway, even if nostalgia was sort of strange when you woke up as a squid not that long ago. Izō isn't sure how that all works, but trying to puzzle that out seems like more trouble than it's worth.
"Guessin' they ain't got steamed buns where y' come from. America? No, wait—... London?"
Of course, London isn't exactly correct because that's not the country. Still, considering he'd never left Japan when he was alive and had only ever been to the London of a distorted timeline, he's doing his best limping along with his poor grasp of geography.
He offers the bun without really thinking about it, but at least it's the unbitten side..?
"Try it, if y' want. If ya don't like it, I'm eatin' it anyway."
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And the less she thinks about having been a squid, the best off she'll be. She's had to accept a lot in the past twenty-four hours, falling in love, having her fiancée trying to kill them, the sinking of the Titanic, Jack's death and her rescue...any of it alone would be too much to process for most people, too much to process and keep their sanity, but Rose is trying her best.
"No, no, not London. I'm from Philadelphia in the United States. Old money dating back to London, yes, but the only time I spent there was as a tourist."
She takes the bun and has a bite without even thinking about it. Ah. So that's what taro is. An unexpected taste, but not a bad one.
"Thank you for your generosity and hospitality, Mr....I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. Mine is Rose. Rose [and there's a brief delay] Dawson."
Network Text; UN: Cuddlebunny
I've been here for a while! My name is Usagi Tsukino ／(^ x ^)＼
It's nice to meet you. Are you settling in okay? I'm not great with the Omni, but I can help you settle in other ways, if you like?
What's your name?
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hello to you as well!
a while? may i ask how long a while is?
i'm trying to settle in. though, i've noticed something quite strange. i've always cared about others, but now it's.
i suppose intensified is a strong enough word. and i've felt rather sluggish this morning. is that anything you have an experience with, given your longer time here?
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Oh! Well, I've been here since August but teeeechnically longer than that cause I was trapped inside the dream realm of Deerington so I'm almost two years now, or it will be two years in April.
And it sounds like the whole feeling of others may either be new powers or something you ate. Which might mean you're a paleblood? Unless this place opened up dormant empath abilities, which is also possible.
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A dream realm? Such a thing is possible? How did it work?
And forgive me my curiosity, I mean no offense.
I've never thought anything about my blood, but I've never heard of paleblood or empaths before. Not even having read Freud earlier this year.
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Eat Me
He blinks and looks up at the young woman speaking to him. She's pretty and for a moment he's struck by her resemblance to one of his madlings Meara. It's the red hair. Meara had hair like that, the same fiery hue though she wore her's in a tangled mess and dressed in rags, unable to properly care of herself much of the time. Ushahin himself has a face which speaks of ruined beauty. One eye has a pupil which doesn't react to light, permanently blown out and nearly eclipsing his blue iris. His left cheekbone is sunken in, the result of bones shattering that had never quite healed right. If one can look past that, they'll definitely see what's left of his looks is far too beautiful to be fully human.
He shrugs and swallows the bit of pork bun in his mouth. "I am not certain but I believe it is a pastry with different fillings inside. But it matters not to me." Food is food as far as the half-Ellyl is concerned and he's learned over the course of his long life not to be picky about what he eats.
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Rose's dress and overcoat had definitely seen better days and she kept one hand in one pocket. Her natural curls were likely still waterlogged and weighed down, but at the moment finding a hairdresser was the least of her concerns. Her companion looked unlike anyone she'd ever seen before, damaged by what she could not say, but with the promise of one who'd been quite good-looking before.
Rose nodded at his description and leaned in a bit further to try and smell what might be inside them. Ultimately, though, she was stuck eenie-miney-moeing to herself to decide which one to pick--one with an oddly sweet filling, a consistency she'd never known before. It's almost grainy and definitely sticky as she continued to chew. She couldn't really say if she liked it or not, but she'd been starving and quickly ate the remains of the bun.
"I can't say I've ever had anything like that before. It's more like a large dumpling with something sweet inside of it. Do you know what it might be?"