felldenlogs | Pre + Post-event November Catch-All

[ Coraline stands by the mirror, fidgeting nonstop as she pointedly looks away from anyone passing by. No need to actually see their stares, especially since she can still Feel them. Not for the first time, she curses her blessing. Like yeah she looks and feels normal again, but at what cost? She’s pretty sure she drew less attention before than now. Part of her wants to deactivate it but…

OH HEY THERE’S SALLY!

She waves maybe a bit too frantically and unnecessarily considering she’s the brightest thing in miles. Today, the colors have really gone wild, as if the magic couldn’t pick a theme. Pastel blues mixed with neon yellows. A bit of neon orange and pink on the shoes. Pastel pink and neon green. It’s truly a mess. At least it provides a few colors as reference! ]

Edited 2019-11-06 04:44 (UTC)

[Sal could see the discomfort in her enthusiastic greeting alone. Drawing attention when you don't want it is truly one of the most uncomfortable experiences around, he knows all too well, having drawn it all his life with nothing he can do to stop it. All he could do was embrace the opportunity to do crazy shit with his hair and clothes, really experiment however he wanted, because no matter what he wore or how he styled himself people always looked at his face.

He sympathizes, giving a really enthusiastic wave of his own as he approaches. Truth is he thought the colors were poppin' — in the best way possible, but he understands if she's not a fan. He's going to try his best to help soften the incredibly bright blow.]

I don't care what anyone says — neon mixed with pastels is legit.

I question your tastes, but support them nonetheless.

[ She says sagely, though she can’t complete hide the teasing in her tone. Honestly, if anyone could pull them off, it’d be this dude. She just… can’t. Even if this mess did match her aesthetics, she can’t afford to draw attention like that. Not anymore (or ever really). ]

So like… you ready to…

[ She squints at her map of Veritate, marked with supposedly the most daring of tailors and dressmakers. ]

Go somewhere on here I guess.

That's all I ask.

[Sal clasps his hands together, rubbing them in exaggerated excitement.]

I was born ready.

[He's just being comically dramatic, of course. But this isn't a terrifying or anxiety inducing venture for him at all. If Coraline could see the stuff he leaves the stores with on a typical shopping trip. He just hopes the casualness of the whole thing will help ease her worries about her situation. Totally no big deal.]

Where to first?

[ A small laugh escapes her at the dramatics. Good thing he’s excited; she’ll be (figuratively) leeching that emotion like the parasite she is so she can avoid the staring that’s no doubt about to occur.

She holds back a small scream. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. ]

Uhhhhhh… [ She does a quick eeny meeny miny moe on the map, her finger landing on one of the shops further in. ]

How does… “The Misty Drape” sound?

[She can leech all the emotion she wants if it helps. So long as it's not literally, of course, because that sounds bad.]

Sounds mysterious as hell. Let's go for it.

[He is not deterred by this at all.]

[ ~~becomes an emotional vampire just for sally uwu~~ ]

Right??? Apparently they like doing weird colors and shit though… But also they’re kinda pricy and idk how much money we have going for us right now.

[ As she talks, she moves towards the mirror, and at some point I imagine, they’re in the City Proper.

She stares at the map, and then at their surroundings, clearly already a bit lost. She’s used to GPS okay. ]

[ Coraline stares up at the tangled growth that is the Gods Wood, the surface so thick with branches and thorns that it’s impossible to enter without force or other means. She’s been standing here for a while now, debating how far she’s willing to go to get answers. On one hand, so many people were displaced, made refugees in their own land due to the whims of a God. Not to mention the amount that died. On the other hand… what she’s thinking about doing is what supposedly caused the whole thing. She’s just so tired. So sick of living under the whims of beings that barely seemed to care, disappearing right when their people needed them the most.

Clenching her fists, the shadows around her begin to churn and climb, coalescing around her right hand. What if she just… gave the forest a small punch. That’s all. She won’t enter. Just see whose attention she manages to draw. Maybe get some answers. A small thing considering what the land just went throu—Shit somone’s approaching!

Just like that, everything calms, the darkness around her dissipating (as much as it can at nighttime anyways). She blinks, not recognizing the person approaching in the least. She’s pretty sure she’d remember someone with pointy ears? God is that racist? Fuck that is racist isn’t it? Thank god this is all in her head.

Wait. She should probably say hi. Saying hi is good. Makes you less scary. Especially considering she’s still in her rather damaged supersuit. Just turn around and say ]

Uh… hi?

[ Nailed it. ]

Edited 2019-11-08 21:04 (UTC)

[ Neria is also on her way to the Gods Wood, mostly to try to see what shape the shrines are in and how badly the wood itself has blocked things off when she catches Coraline. Or, rather, she finds her just...there, though she senses something. Magic? No, it feels different, and she certainly doesn't see anything. It's a very odd moment, one that forces her to slow her steps as she goes.

With care, she adjusts the bag on her shoulder as she approaches, giving Coraline a glance-over. She doesn't recognize her voice, unfortunately. All of their discussions were over text! ]

Hello. Are you looking for something in particular?

Oh uh…

[ Is there any harm in revealing her intentions? Not really. It’s not like this isn’t where everyone’s been trying to go and find answers apparently. She’ll probably leave out the whole… punch the Gods Wood till someone responds plan she momentarily entertained however. Just in case. She really wasn’t going to go through with it anyways. Seems like it’d cause more problems than it’d solve. ]

Not really. Just wanted to try and check out the shrines again I guess… but like… yeah.

[ She gestures at the closed off woods with her staff before slamming it closed, slipping it into a pocket on her utility belt. Best to put away weapons, put everyone at ease. ]

You'd been here before?

[ Her gaze drifts over to the woods, frowning, and then back to the woman before her. There's a slightly startled look when she sees that staff suddenly shutter up, fold away. It's a curious thing, something she's never seen before, and it takes her a moment to refocus on the conversation.

Hadn't a few people told her that they'd come here and been discouraged?

She offers the woman her hand. ]

My name is Neria. I don't think I've seen you before.

Edited 2019-11-15 15:46 (UTC)

[ She winces slightly at Neria’s startled expression. Right. Some people aren’t used to stuff like this. Great job Coraline. Doing great. Might as well power on and hope she doesn’t make things even worse somehow. ]

Yeah… oh uh… [ Shit secret identity or not??? Shit!!! ] Coraline…

[ She takes the hand, giving it a tentative shake. ]

But yeah I tried to find the shrines like, once before? But got like super lost with this other dude in this really creepy part? But idk, maybe all of it’s creepy.

[ Ok stop rambling now. You’ve answered the question. ]

But like… yeah… nice to meet you?

I think the woods are frightening by design, especially in the evening. Don't take my word for it, though. I don't know who created them but I...imagine with a name like the Gods Wood, they've existed for near as long as the world itself has.

[ And, you know, it's apparently where Death lives. So she's going to imagine that the fact that's horrifying at times is the point. 'Trick or yeet', indeed. What a strange god. ]

It's nice to meet you, Coraline. I gather you were among the people who've arrived only a short bit ago?

I mean, I’m gonna take your word on it cause like… idk it sounds about right? I dunno, still not sure about the whole Gods waging war thing tbh.

[ She says, frowning as she goes back to peering at the woods for a long moment, nearly missing Neria’s question for her. ]

Oh uh… yeah. Yeah, I am… what a welcome huh. [ She laughs mirthlessly. ] Welcome to Ye Olde Fantasy Worlde. Fight in our war! Oh wait, now there’s a Wendigo going around killing people cause Death got pissy or something. Go deal with that…

Christ.

[ She clenches her fist, once again imagining just... busting in there. ]

It's an odd concept for all of us, not simply because these gods are living and breathing pieces of the world. In my experience, gods usually are unseen entities or simply made up.

[ That's likely being very unkind but, in reality, she's very tired of being told some god exists but they clearly actually don't care for their people. ]

Is that why you came out here? To try to talk to someone?

Yeah same.

[ She says, shaking her head slightly. Apparently most of the gods in her world are asleep, sending out bits of their consciousness (plus other agents) to play a weird chess Game as old as Time against their Great Adversary who they may or may not just want to come Home… at least that’s the gist she got from Leon’s delirious ramblings. Is it true? Who knows! Their fever was like, 106 degrees! There were bigger things to worry about! ]

Oh uh… yeah. I guess. I just have… questions about what happened I guess.

[ Like “Why?”, “What the fuck?”, and “BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!?”. ]

[ How long does it take for someone to just. Grab a pair of gloves? Apparently, a pretty long time considering how long Coraline’s been standing behind this dude. Honestly, he’s doing an amazing job of blocking the whole section despite being only one person. Or maybe that’s just her anxiety speaking. Both are equally likely to be honest. What if she just… reaches over and… grabs what she needs without him noticing.

Perfect plan. Nothing can go wrong. More importantly, she won’t have to talk to another stranger.

So, he’ll spot an arm clad in deep purples and a black glove reaching over his shoulder, heading for something he’s possibly been seriously eyeing??? Who knows! ]

[ LOOK, Haein is particular about the things he buys. They have to have some worth, be practical, and ultimately make it so he doesn't end up with buyer's remorse. With all this considered, it takes a while for Haein to pick out the ideal pair of gloves for the creeping cold.

And just when he thinks he's spotted a nice pair, a sudden hand that isn't his is reaching out for it!?

Haein snatches up the gloves immediately. He's not in the habit of sharing, and then he turns around to glare at... Whatever the heck he's glaring at.

He's met a lot of odd people here before, ones that aren't entirely human, but what he's detecting now from this stranger is something he can't quite understand. ]

What the hell are you?

[ WELL. THAT’S RUDE. She steps back, startled by the man’s reaction to her just… reaching for something. Like, she gets it must have been surprising but like, come on. No need to… steal? what she was getting in the first place. Also “What the hell are you?”!? Dude chill. She’s just trying to finish up her shopping. ]

A person??? Look can I just… have those and I’ll be out of here? Sorry if I like freaked you out.

[ If Haein could bristle like some kind of wild animal, he would. "Freaked" out?? Who's freaked out... Because it's definitely not him!!

There's a brief moment of silence as he recovers from his (admittedly) over-the-top reaction, and then he's holding the gloves away and out of reach, like he's expecting this weird vibes stranger to just lunge for them. ]

I saw them first. Get your own.

[ Spoken like a true brat. ]

[ If it helps, he’s doing a great job of getting that across. She watches him… deliberate? For a moment, genuinely hoping that he’d just be reasonable and they could both be on their way. Except of course she can’t be that lucky. Seriously what is he? 6??? ]

… dude… do those even fit you?

[ She’s so tired. ]

[ Six is generous. Haein acts like he was raised by both wild wolves and a bridge troll, so his people skills are... laughable.

He also just tries to go out of his way to be a real jerk. Like right now. ]

They do, [ he snaps, even if he's not actually sure if they do. He'll buy them just to be spiteful. ] And don't call me "dude."

Put 'em on then... dude.

[ She said with a huff, glaring up at him in challenge. She knows her hand size in relation to most of the population okay, and it's uh. Smol. Good luck dude. ]

Don't tell me what to do.

[ Purposefully does NOT put them on!! Instead, he'll buy them right in front of Coraline. Yes, these are his too small gloves now. ]

[ She watches in mild horror and awe as he just… buys them despite knowing they won’t fit. What a waste of money! What the fuck. How rich is/was this dude? Or is he just that petty??? ]

… what the fuck…

[ He is THAT petty. These gloves are either gonna sit in a corner somewhere collecting dust, or Haein will toss them in the trash when he gets the chance. ]

See you.

[ But not really. He'll just go and leave Coraline with this moment as a nice memory. ]

[ Coraline had begrudgingly agreed started meeting Flora for some meals, since the other was weirdly insistent on her eating of all things. Not that eating wasn’t kind of… nice. Especially eating with someone else. She just didn’t want food wasted on her. In case Death decided to play another Sick Prank ™ or whatever.

Really though, she resisted less than she should have. So here she was. Supervised Meal Time No. 1. And there’s Flora! Right on time… she thinks. Smile and wave. ]

Uh… I’m here.

Edited 2019-11-08 21:36 (UTC)

Cora!

⟪ in her way, she had been a tad worried coraline might not show –– while she'd been swayed quickly enough on the subject, she'd seemed reluctant on the idea of food. 's important, though, especially with all the pain and strain this new world demands, to eat well when the chance is given.

and boy, does the dining hall offer the chance. ⟫

's good to see you well. ⟪ and she's already hooked her arm into coraline's to guide her towards the food selection. ⟫ I'm so hungry I could eat a whole great horse.

As well as I can be.

[ She said with some level of cheer, allowing herself to be led to the spread of the day. ]

Like… bones too or?

[ She asks, voice teasing as she starts to scan the selection for anything that looks super spicy, salty… just big flavors. Hmmmm…

She picks up a small bottle that looks vaguely similar to the hot sauce of her world. Hopefully? ]

Sure! Can't let good stock go to waste.

⟪ hmm boiling bones. all told, that's still a rare treat. in fact, the... rural irish diet of that time manages to be exceedingly monotonous. if it was a pie diagram, it would be a potato pie. ⟫

Oh – ⟪ she glances at the bottle. ⟫ 's a seasoning of sorts?

⟪ she can ask that and pile various meats on a plate. multitasking! ⟫

Oh! Yeah duh!

[ She was thinking about it the wrong way. Stock! Right. Coraline cooks but not really anything fancy… just stuff that’s fast and cheap for her and her mom. Between homework, cleaning, and all that. So a lot of stir fries basically. ]

And I hope so.

[ She says cheerfully. Right, put food on a plate. A little bit of meat… bit of vegetables. Bread. Whatever looks the least taken from. That should be good enough. Now for somewhere to sit… ]

⟪ in truly disturbing news, flora in her fox shape would definitely gnaw on a bone. but she's saving that one for... honestly, it's unclear when she would unleash that type of information on an unsuspecting person. let's hope it's not her idea of pillowtalk.

her food selection is... that of a person who doesn't really know what most of these are. there are noodles, there are meats (those she knows), there are veggies that only semi go together, and there's potatoes, just in case everything else really doesn't work.

finding a spot to sit isn't any difficult, thankfully, and flora's... still eying the seasoning. ⟫

's a sauce? What does it do?

[ ~~Please let it her idea of pillow talk.~~ Coraline surreptitiously stares at Flora’s plate, impressed at the shear amount she’s apparently about to put away. Coraline’s never been a big eater, more the type to forget meals. Not that she didn’t enjoy food she just… was really busy? Kind of. ]

Oh uh… I’m hoping it’ll be like… spicy?

[ With that, she dumps a big dollap on her finger and pulls down her mask to stick it in her mouth… hm… Spicy and sour! She can work with that! With that, she dumps half the contents onto her food, grinning all the while. ]

You wanna try some?

⟪ she nods – sure, why not give it a try? spicy makes it sound so thrilling! she's dripping some of the sauce onto a slice of fried potato, and down the hatch it goes.

for a moment, she just chews as normal, swalllows, and then... then the sauce kicks in, and flora seems to undergo several stages of grief in very, very little time, before her expression settles on horror as she coughs. ⟫

'its poison! ⟪ that can be the only explanation for what on earth is happening in her mouth right now. ⟫

[ It takes Coraline way too long to realize that hey. Maybe she should have warned Flora to start slow because not everyone has the tastebuds of… someone with a cold? Something like that??? God, bad comparisons all around today… this lifetime. ]

Y— PFT

[ She starts to say something, but it’s too late. Too late and extremely funny. She can’t help but laugh at Flora’s bewildered pain, though she does try to (unsuccessfully) reign in her mirth.

A few moments pass before Coraline finally manages to speak again. ]

I-I’m sorry… that was just… your fACE!

Pre + Post-event November Catch-All | Closed

Shopping Trip | Sally - Nov. 3

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Questions | Neria - Nov. 2 Before Dawn

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nerp dates and timelines

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I Hate Shopping | Haein - Nov. 6

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coraline: bitch what the fuck

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The Spice of Life | Flora - Nov. 8

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