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come_sailaway2023-09-23 04:29 pm
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"Which way ought I go from here?" [Open and one Closed]
Who: The Daedric Prince of Madness and YOU!
What: Who knows? Could be anything!
When: Mid to late September
Where: Various
Warnings: Body horror, general existential dread, transformation horror, other warnings to come
"You must be mad, or you wouldn't have come here" [Atrium]
There's a new gentleman about the Serena Eterna. Or perhaps he's something other than a gentleman. Perhaps he's a cat, or a cloud, or a bad idea. The face he wears is different for whoever he meets.
Currently, he's leaning against a balcony railing, looking down into the atrium of the Serena Eterna, whistling like a mockingbird. Do you approach, coaxed or driven by fear and fancy?
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast" [Closed for strangearchitecture]
"Helen!" he slides up beside her, holding a plate as if it's a steering wheel. He, of course, does not actually have a vehicle; that would be against the rules. His appearing next to her is inexplicably accompanied by the sound of a window being rolled down, however, because comedic effect.
"My dear semi-sinusoidal seductress, I don't suppose you've heard the rumors of the infinite cheese shop on board, and the fortress of cheese that lies within its depths?"
"A grin without a cat is the most curious thing" [Hallway outside Stellar] [CW: potential body horror]
Amongst all the flowers, a fungal grotto has appeared in the hallway outside of Stellar. It's a strange sight indeed, filled with curtains and irises of fine, wispy mycelium and dotted with fruiting caps of vibrant yellow-oranges and metallic purples. There are also woody roots and stumps, out of place in a fungal environment, that periodically release clouds of green, sweet-smelling spores. If you pay close attention, the bursts of spores almost seem to come and go at a rate suspiciously like someone breathing.
"At least I know who I was when I got up this morning" [various] [CW: transformation horror]
The Prince of Madness is in a frightfully fickle mood, and without much warning, perhaps not having even given you a customary greeting, he brandishes a staff in your direction and lets loose a blast from it. In a peculiar sensation, rather like becoming water and going swirling down a drain faster and faster, you find yourself stretched and squashed into a new form. Perhaps your mind is unaffected, or perhaps you immediately begin wondering if you've always been this way, and the thing you were before was but a dream. In either case, it's going to be a weird couple of hours while the effects wear off.
(In particular I'm looking for at least one person to become a sentient pinball, but I'm up for anything, in the direction of both something harmless/inanimate and something large/dangerous. The suffering can go both ways here)
"I can't explain myself, for I am not myself" [stern, various] [CW: general existential dread]
Across the stern of the ship, in various places, there's a sound like a man howling and weeping, and the sound of fingernails scratching against metal and chalky paint. In a twisting line, the words "The sea knows what isn't. The sea knows what can't. Is the sea a thing that is? Am I, because it is?" are being scratched into the paint and the metal of the ship over and over again.
"A most uncivil offer" [Sports Deck]
Oh tarnation! Oh tribulation! Here he is in a place where he might ply his craft with sword and crossbow, yet he's brought neither. But perhaps someone eager for a sparring partner might offer to lend him one?
"Is it labelled 'poison?'" [Wildcard]
What: Who knows? Could be anything!
When: Mid to late September
Where: Various
Warnings: Body horror, general existential dread, transformation horror, other warnings to come
"You must be mad, or you wouldn't have come here" [Atrium]
There's a new gentleman about the Serena Eterna. Or perhaps he's something other than a gentleman. Perhaps he's a cat, or a cloud, or a bad idea. The face he wears is different for whoever he meets.
Currently, he's leaning against a balcony railing, looking down into the atrium of the Serena Eterna, whistling like a mockingbird. Do you approach, coaxed or driven by fear and fancy?
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast" [Closed for strangearchitecture]
"Helen!" he slides up beside her, holding a plate as if it's a steering wheel. He, of course, does not actually have a vehicle; that would be against the rules. His appearing next to her is inexplicably accompanied by the sound of a window being rolled down, however, because comedic effect.
"My dear semi-sinusoidal seductress, I don't suppose you've heard the rumors of the infinite cheese shop on board, and the fortress of cheese that lies within its depths?"
"A grin without a cat is the most curious thing" [Hallway outside Stellar] [CW: potential body horror]
Amongst all the flowers, a fungal grotto has appeared in the hallway outside of Stellar. It's a strange sight indeed, filled with curtains and irises of fine, wispy mycelium and dotted with fruiting caps of vibrant yellow-oranges and metallic purples. There are also woody roots and stumps, out of place in a fungal environment, that periodically release clouds of green, sweet-smelling spores. If you pay close attention, the bursts of spores almost seem to come and go at a rate suspiciously like someone breathing.
"At least I know who I was when I got up this morning" [various] [CW: transformation horror]
The Prince of Madness is in a frightfully fickle mood, and without much warning, perhaps not having even given you a customary greeting, he brandishes a staff in your direction and lets loose a blast from it. In a peculiar sensation, rather like becoming water and going swirling down a drain faster and faster, you find yourself stretched and squashed into a new form. Perhaps your mind is unaffected, or perhaps you immediately begin wondering if you've always been this way, and the thing you were before was but a dream. In either case, it's going to be a weird couple of hours while the effects wear off.
(In particular I'm looking for at least one person to become a sentient pinball, but I'm up for anything, in the direction of both something harmless/inanimate and something large/dangerous. The suffering can go both ways here)
"I can't explain myself, for I am not myself" [stern, various] [CW: general existential dread]
Across the stern of the ship, in various places, there's a sound like a man howling and weeping, and the sound of fingernails scratching against metal and chalky paint. In a twisting line, the words "The sea knows what isn't. The sea knows what can't. Is the sea a thing that is? Am I, because it is?" are being scratched into the paint and the metal of the ship over and over again.
"A most uncivil offer" [Sports Deck]
Oh tarnation! Oh tribulation! Here he is in a place where he might ply his craft with sword and crossbow, yet he's brought neither. But perhaps someone eager for a sparring partner might offer to lend him one?
"Is it labelled 'poison?'" [Wildcard]
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"You've probably heard of it all already. I'm afraid I've only ever been - heh - in two dimensions," (A little joke for the image-based cryptids out there) "so I don't know everything the wider world has to offer, but I heard a guy ordered the soul of a cat-god-thing from one of the bars once, so anything is possible. That was when we still had tormented souls running this place, though, so we'll see what selection we still have. The umbrellas for sure, though, trust me."
April's been making liberal use of them, after all. Fuck it, it's their vacation they can have as many umbrellas as they want!
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He pauses, suddenly seeming deep in thought.
"How many ants can one umbrella provide shade for, do you think?"
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"However many it takes to hold them up plus, I'll ballpark 30-50 depending on how big the ants are and if they're stacking." April says, and then raises their finger to tack on an extra point: "However, if you use tiny pieces of olives or cherries or whatever came in your drink plus some toothpicks to make a sort of mini-parade float with the umbrellas stuck in the garnish used, you can easily multiply that number, and it's more efficient for the ants."
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Hey, good news though, the counting and the math is about to get a lot easier now that they're nearing the poolside bar!
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Sheo. Sheo sweetie. Your metaphor is getting weird.