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come_sailaway2023-09-18 04:20 pm
treadwater) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-18 04:20 pm
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[OPEN] Wait for a day when you’re not relevant to the part I’m playing
Who: Undies!
When: September!
Where: The Serena Eterna!
Summary: Flowers!
Warnings: Game-typical/canon-typical angst, existential angst, bodily functions (sneezing, runny nose), self-harm (obsessive cleaning to the point of skin damage), others will be flagged.
1. In all honesty, you are undercutting everybody [Honeysuckle; hongry]
Mikabo, a typical afternoon. Except not so much. Undine is lingering right at the beginning of the conveyor, where the plates come out, to seize each one and devour its contents. Unfortunately some of the plates have inexplicably been topped with more honeysuckle flowers, compounding the problem.
Did you come in here in the hopes of getting some sushi? Too bad, you may have to fight a teenage girl to get a single plate.
2. Lean on the door [Ragweed; hay fever]
Some people, some girls, have dainty, delicate sneezes and little soft sniffles that sound ladylike, right? Not Undine. As hay fever takes over her, sneezes can be heard down the cabin hall, along with big sucking sniffles and miserable little whines. Someone's in hell! At least it's not contagious. But, but it seems like the plant's deposited itself everywhere she goes.
Come help her? If you actually find her, she's wrapped up in a blanket (perhaps even a quilt), eyes watery and nose runny.
3. You’re the easy find they’re looking for [Hyssop; obsessive cleaning]
It's almost possible to dismiss the response to the next flower as following on from the previous one, feeling like she's been gross and icky and she needs to wash herself. Almost. But there's something to how Undine spends time at the spa, scrubbing herself raw, her hands until the nail beds begin to bleed that's not quite so simple to dismiss. If you're there at the same time she is, you might hear her muttering under her breath.
"Unclean, unclean. It won't wash off. Please, please wash off." Care to tell Lady Macbeth that you can't see the damned spot?
4. In all honesty, you’re a mess [Wildcard]
You know where to find me.
When: September!
Where: The Serena Eterna!
Summary: Flowers!
Warnings: Game-typical/canon-typical angst, existential angst, bodily functions (sneezing, runny nose), self-harm (obsessive cleaning to the point of skin damage), others will be flagged.
1. In all honesty, you are undercutting everybody [Honeysuckle; hongry]
Mikabo, a typical afternoon. Except not so much. Undine is lingering right at the beginning of the conveyor, where the plates come out, to seize each one and devour its contents. Unfortunately some of the plates have inexplicably been topped with more honeysuckle flowers, compounding the problem.
Did you come in here in the hopes of getting some sushi? Too bad, you may have to fight a teenage girl to get a single plate.
2. Lean on the door [Ragweed; hay fever]
Some people, some girls, have dainty, delicate sneezes and little soft sniffles that sound ladylike, right? Not Undine. As hay fever takes over her, sneezes can be heard down the cabin hall, along with big sucking sniffles and miserable little whines. Someone's in hell! At least it's not contagious. But, but it seems like the plant's deposited itself everywhere she goes.
Come help her? If you actually find her, she's wrapped up in a blanket (perhaps even a quilt), eyes watery and nose runny.
3. You’re the easy find they’re looking for [Hyssop; obsessive cleaning]
It's almost possible to dismiss the response to the next flower as following on from the previous one, feeling like she's been gross and icky and she needs to wash herself. Almost. But there's something to how Undine spends time at the spa, scrubbing herself raw, her hands until the nail beds begin to bleed that's not quite so simple to dismiss. If you're there at the same time she is, you might hear her muttering under her breath.
"Unclean, unclean. It won't wash off. Please, please wash off." Care to tell Lady Macbeth that you can't see the damned spot?
4. In all honesty, you’re a mess [Wildcard]
You know where to find me.
3
You know how sometimes when your life is spiralling out of your control, you try to grab back just a little of it by doing something small like, say, dyeing your hair?
Well, Gwen would deny that's why she's entertaining grabbing some blue dye, just like she'd deny its why she did the pink the first time, but she'd be lying.
She notices Undine there when she arrives, but it's not until she's been fussing looking at dyes for a minute she really notices. The muttering, the scrubbing...
"Uh. You okay, over there?"
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She doesn't even look up at Gwen as she speaks.
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"...riiight." Gwen's brow knits. She picks up the dye she was looking at, but rather than do anything with it she takes a few steps Undine's way. "Like, you stained yourself with something?"