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[jestistentialcrisis]

🃏 𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈 ( the amazing digital circus )

trapped in VR hell !!

like, this 🤏 close to snapping

filled with existential dread, as a treat

not actually a four foot jester in real life... really

what do you mean i’m trapped in another %$!#ing adventure?? ————— app | stats | rules | affiliate

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🎪 pomni let out a nervous laugh, eyeing the strange, towering woman with uncertainty. who was she? where had she even come from? and what exactly was she talking about? and why did she look like that? awkwardly, the little jester rubbed the back of her arm.

" yeah... plays out like a bad joke, doesn't it? wish i could've been a little taller at least. "

she gave a half-hearted chuckle before tilting her head, one brow raised in confusion.

" wait... what's a jevil? "

or was it who?

[computerqueen]

What had been a nice little bit of chit-chat brought on by the shorter woman's colorful appearance had turned into a fascinating piece of discussion. And when Queen's interest was piqued, there was very little that could move her away from the conversation.

* Wait I Think I Missed Part Of The Story * Do Accountants Have A Height Requirement And A Dress Code?

(She might've missed the part about her appearance coming about from an amazing digital circus, if it was even brought up at all...)

* And Yeah Jevil * He Was My Ex-Husband's Jester * A Wild Guy, Real Fun * Always The Life Of The Party * He And His Friend Seam (Pronounced "Shawm") Would Sweep Everyone At Cards * He Wore Black And Periwinkle Though, And You're More Red And Blue

* I'm Trying To Remember What Happened To Him... * Hmm

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" oh geez, i kind of skipped over my whole introduction, didn't i? "

pomni let out an awkward little laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. " no, no-- yeah, no. i usually don't look like this. " she gestured vaguely toward herself, referring to her unusual stature and outfit.

she listened to the queen, nodded as she described the jester and... seam.

then, after a brief pause, she tilted her head with a quirked brow. " so, wait... if your ex-husband had a jester, does that mean you're, like... a queen? " the dots were connecting.

oh, shit wait. was she the queen of spirale? and was pomni seriously just standing here, casually talking to her like she wasn't potentially addressing royalty?

... was she going to get executed for this?

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pomni kneels down, gazing at the barren ground with a puzzled expression, unable to find a single blade of grass.

" where... where did the grass go? "

[oldgodssong]

"I..." Andrale's also staring in complete shock.

"They said it was for our safety? Did the grass become actual knives before that???"

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the jester turns to look up at andrale before straightening herself up, dusting off her plush shorts.

" i mean, thanks i guess... this is some strange adventure. i hear some people are turning pink in cotes. "

she would be lying if she said she didn't want to take a trip to cotes and peek at all pinkies... but then there was a chance that she would turn pink. she couldn't have that.

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pomni kneels down, gazing at the barren ground with a puzzled expression, unable to find a single blade of grass.

" where... where did the grass go? "

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nothing in EXCESS

event info

pomni already doesn’t have much… might as well follow the rules. the only item she decided to keep was her revolver in to the backup city— at least as a safety measure. the ability to stretch was never helpful when caught in a matter of life and death.

ugh, how exciting.

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❝ are you new around here? ❞

“ well… new-ish. like almost two months now i think? w-why, is it that obvious? “

she laughs awkwardly, a hand raising to rub the back of her neck.

[isolaradiale]

"Nonsense. We've had countless comets pass through the atmosphere without any interference whatsoever before." Solaris scowls, finishing the second energy drink of the day. A gruff, calloused hand takes it from the desk and swiftly tosses it into the recycle bin.

"This one ain't just a comet."

"Not you too, Edward! We have work t--"

"Gliese. It's not Edward to you, kid."

"Caelum calls you Edward, though, and you don't seem to mind."

"He's allowed." They don't elaborate on that, instead adding, "And correcting the guy's more trouble than it's worth. Half his brain is cheese by now. You? Not so much."

"It's true!" Chimes the gleeful elder in question, waving from his chair. The jolly tone in his voice dampens as he elaborates, though. "Now then. I know we're still fixing up the project from the last breach, but we truly cannot continue while this thing is passing by."

"Wipes out almost every electric signal in its path, and distorts whatever's left over." Edward nods in agreement, before Caelum continues.

"It destabilized the entire GPU the first time it came around. We lost a substantial number of files to corruption, and had to work twice as hard to recover them."

Pleiades scowls at the name of the enemy branch, those three letters still striking a bitter chord in her memory.

"But we're in the middle of cleaning and updating everything. We can't stop now."

"You'll have to if you wanna keep this project of yours going."

"But--"

"You wanna rely on all your fancy toys you've got here? Or do you wanna listen to the two old bastards who went through it the first time."

Solaris is about to rise from his chair to argue, but Pleiades holds a cold, steady hand for him to sit back down.

"Edward has been our faithful steward since we moved to this base, Dr. Solaris." ("It's Gliese.") "We can trust his word."

Whatever mild annoyance he seems to feel at the name was cooled by her authority.

"...Very well. But the updates are already underway."

"We can pause them, can we not?"

"The city stops functioning if we do."

"We could make a temporary hold for the important things. Shove just the basics into a digital lockbox. I do that with Janus whenever something happens here." Caelum's smile is patient and disarming, and with a grumble, Solaris returns to work. "Thank you. Now then, we'll have to pause everything and explain the situation to our beautiful citizens. I'll handle th--"

"I'll handle the lockbox part. You go break the bad news to the city. I'll not be the one to blame for this one, thank you very much."

. . . . .

In an often practiced manner, every screen in the city seems to stop what it was doing to display a message from the Stars. The form of an elderly man with long, grey hair waves from a chair with a friendly smile.

"Good afternoon, everyone! We interrupt your day to day activities to give you a special update on upcoming events."

The screen switches to an older, grainier picture of some vague celestial shape.

"This is the best quality picture we have of this comet. It will be approaching orbit in a few hours, and will completely knock out any signal we have--including the one that connects us to all of you. Due to its unpredictable nature and its ability to distort electrical signals, we think our safest option for all of you is to transfer you into a... temporary city, let's call it that. It will be enough to take care of your needs, but it's not very big."

The screen swaps back to the old man. It seems someone else on the team added the subtitle 'Dr. Caelum' to the bottom of the screen, since he forgot to introduce himself.

"Because of this, we need your help to make this work as safely as possible. In a moment, every one of you will get a survey on your phones, listing every asset you have on the island so far. We only have enough room to guarantee one ability or item per Islander. Everything else, you must carefully consider before taking it with you to the other city. I can't say... exactly what will happen if you overload what it's capable of,"

Because, honestly, he doesn't look like he knows himself.

"But it can't be good, I'm sure. Now I'm sure that many of you are wary of such a thing, but we ran a simulation of something like this a few days ago. And based on our research, we think you'll be just fine."

He gives a smile!

"Now, we won't be able to communicate with you, since our systems will be down to make sure nothing corrupts anything important. So you'll have to govern yourselves. But keep everything in moderation, alright?"

It seems like he tries to clap his hands together, but his left arm doesn't seem to be able to lift into view of the screen. So instead, he gives a thumbs-up.

"Remember, for the benefit of everyone, only take what you think you'll need. Hold out for as long as you can, and if we all get through this, you'll be back in your own beds safe and sound. And hopefully, so will we. Good luck."

With that, the transmission ends, and a timer counting down from one hour appears on your phones. Time to prep!

. . . . . .

Welcome to our latest event! What's this all about, then?

With little time to prep, your character will be whisked to a temporary Spirale City while the 'kill all electrical signals' comet is in their atmosphere. The temporary Spirale is... a lot like when our group first started, actually! What that means is...

Only the four original wards are here: Fibonacci, Cotes, Golden and Archimedes. Anything beyond the city's limits is surrounded by a dense mist.

Venturing too far into this mist will cause your character to feel unpleasantly fuzzy, like they'll disappear. Most people who wander in find themselves back in the city with no memory of doing so, but those who fight back the brain fog (ha) and keep walking will disappear without a trace.

Even if your character has a personal housing (unless they decide to bring it with them,) they will be temporarily be placed in one of the common character housings, just like they did when they first got to the city. There is exactly enough room for everyone to be crammed into the dwellings.

The NPCs of the city are completely missing. Their shops and dwellings are still around, though. So if you want that burger and fries combo, you'll have to make it yourself. Basic necessities are taken care of in the city, and renew every 24 hours.

Spiralefes activities in the 4 main wards still exist, but are eerily empty and unmanned.

The giant hole in the middle of the city... is not bottomless! In fact, it is not even a hole. Though it might look like one, if one were to try walking on it (or fall in), they'd find that the whole thing is only painted on in an eerily realistic way.

Your phones still work, but there is no internet access. Instead, you can opt into a giant city-wide group chat to scream at each other. There are also no live television updates, and they repeat daily.

Because the respawn system is also offline, if your character dies during the event, they will not respawn. In fact, their body won't even disappear like it normally does. So choose carefully if your muse meets a demise, because they won't be coming back until after the event ends!

Because the majority of our Dagger Poll favoured following the rules, each muse is guaranteed at least one ability or weapon/item to bring that will not affect the data pool.

And speaking of what to bring (or not to bring) with you...

Each muse will be given a list of everything they've been given in the city so far, including unlocks, personal housing, event items, etc. They can check the boxes of what they want to bring with them to the temporary city.

If your muse only brings what they need, everything will be fine (this includes items or abilities necessary for quality of life.) However...

Checking off more than what your muse 'needs' may cause those things to come back... wrong.

Because the temporary city is like an external drive and can only carry so much data (including basic needs), anything 'extra' that's smuggled in may not function as intended. Your gun may misfire, your powers may be lesser (or greater!) than usual, your vehicle may explode, your house may fall, etc. That extra data doesn't want to exist! So if it can't go away on its own... it may seek to eliminate you or anyone else to justify keeping its space.

Of course, there's only a chance for it to misfire and come back wrong.

Muses who bring an excess of items may find themselves coming back "wrong" instead. They may be missing crucial elements to their personality, like empathy or reason, and have visual glitches on parts of themselves. But that's a worse case scenario and only for the greedy, right? Right :)

At least for now, treat this event like a sandbox. What do all of you do in these cramped city spaces? Does your muse take up a role in the community, like the grocery clerk or the law? Do they all entertain themselves and each other? Do they try to eliminate everyone in their path? Do they create a new religion and become the new Stars?--okay maybe not that one.

Updates will periodically happen from the Masterlist to introduce new problems or solutions. So for now, just set your muses up and get your bearings until the comet comes in swinging. Okay?

Any questions can be directed to the Masterlist. This is just the calm before the storms, so try to focus on setup. Does your muse follow the rules and only bring what they need? Or do they decide to selfishly bring what they want, even if it endangers themselves and others?

Good luck!

This event will end on August 28th 11:59:59PM!

[jestistentialcrisis]

🎪 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ, working orchard filled the jester with excitement. she missed the taste of fresh fruit. back at the circus, no one actually needed to eat or drink, so everything they were given was bland, flavorless, and ultimately pointless.

fresh apples? oh hell yeah.

standing beneath one of the many trees, pomni tilted her head back to stare up at the branches overhead. a small frown tugged at her lips as she crossed her arms in frustration. there was just one tiny problem she'd completely overlooked. she was short as hell.

from the corner of her eye, she spotted a pink, dragon-esque figure nearby. it couldn't hurt to ask for a little help.

" hey, uh... s-sorry to bother you, but do you think you could maybe help me get one of those apples? "

she rubbed at her arm sheepishly, a faint blush dusting her already colorful cheeks. how embarrassing.

↳ @rudebustxr | spiralefes (ASHEN ORCHARD TOURS)

[rudebustxr]

"-- huh?"

Unbeknownst to Susie, there was someone quite close to her in need of her services-- though the monster girl was none the wiser until a soft-spoken voice reached out to her. Standing in between the trees, with her back facing the stranger, she eventually turned around to face her when she was called to--

Revealing her arms COMPLETELY filled with apples. Her mouth, also, was moving in a strange away; as if she'd been in the middle of eating.. a lot of them.

"Oh, dude--" she said, in between crunches, before wiping at her mouth and grinning. "Sure thing! You came to the right person, man."

But instead of offering the jester ANY of the apples currently held in her arms, Susie instead dumped them all into a basket she'd been carrying; before walking over to a tree that was still full of them. Pulling her arm back as far as she could, she suddenly closed her claws into a fist; landing one huge, LOUD punch against the bark of the tree.

And suddenly, there were apples falling all around them!

"Pretty genius, right? Takes way less time than picking them all one by one!! You have no idea how much of these things I've eaten already!" she threw her head back, roaring with laughter; almost making the foliage around them tremble.. "Can you believe all this fruit is free?! It's awesome! I mean, hey, I can eat anything-- but I guess it's good to be healthy every once in a while, right?"

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🎪 when the dragon girl turned to face her, pomni wasn't prepared for... that many apples. the sight of the tall purple monster practically overflowing with them caught her so off guard that she couldn't help but laugh. well, she'd definitely asked the right person for help. if first impressions meant anything, this girl had already won her over; she seemed like a lot of fun.

pomni watched as susie dumped her haul into a basket before making her way over. for a second, the jester expected her to pull out some kind of tool-- a stick, an axe, maybe even a sword. she certainly looked like the type.

instead, susie simply reeled back and punched the shit out of the tree. pomni's eyes went wide as apples rained down around them in an almost cartoonish shower, bouncing through the grass in every direction.

she burst into laughter before crouching down to gather the fallen fruit, dropping them into her own basket one by one. maybe someone back at the house could make something with all these. cider? pie? anything, really. she knew better than to volunteer herself—she'd probably burn the place down, and gangle had worked way too hard making it look nice.

" geez, you pack one hell of a punch. i'd hate to make you mad. " she looked up at the dragon girl with an easy grin, " i'm pomni, by the way. thanks for helping me out. "

after straightening up with a quiet stretch, she glanced between susie and the mountain of apples they'd collected.

" i'd offer you some... but i think you might get sick if you eat any more. "

another laugh slipped out before she shook her head, still amused by the whole scene.

[computerqueen]

* Wait * So You're Not Actually A Jester? * Just An Accountant Who Has To Dress Up Like That?

* Wow * And I Thought Jevil Was The Only Joker Who Played The Numbers Game

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🎪 pomni let out a nervous laugh, eyeing the strange, towering woman with uncertainty. who was she? where had she even come from? and what exactly was she talking about? and why did she look like that? awkwardly, the little jester rubbed the back of her arm.

" yeah... plays out like a bad joke, doesn't it? wish i could've been a little taller at least. "

she gave a half-hearted chuckle before tilting her head, one brow raised in confusion.

" wait... what's a jevil? "

or was it who?

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In what language did you start writing?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

english!! it's the only language im really fluent in. hehe

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In what fandom did you start? / When did you first start writing?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

imma be real i have no idea WHEN i started writing but probably around like 2008 or something LMFAO (i probably made that up) but i started in the ace attorney fandom!! maya fey, 'atcha service. step ladders and all that

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what’s your “comfort trope” that you always fall back on?

do you ever write replies in your head while away from your device?

what’s a piece of advice you’d give to your past self as a roleplayer?

what’s the most unhinged late-night idea you’ve ever actually written?

do you have a go-to “warm up” activity before writing?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

im a sucker for found family-- my muses are so fuckin sad

y... yes. sometimes if im at work im just like one sec i gotta write a note on my phone and i just text shit to myself

please stop comparing yourself to other writers, you're not bad and no one hates you...

UM i dont... think ive ever actually done anything unhinged. am i a safe writer? i gotta get spicy.

sometimes i listen to music or sometimes i just doodle. or sometimes i just ... write and deal with the shitty consequences KJDSHLXC

[3moreseasons]

@jestistentialcrisis - TOO POOL FOR SCHOOL: THE REMIX

There's a heatwave or something going through the city. There's so much you don't need to do- you don't need to eat, sleep, or even breathe, so why couldn't Caine take away feeling so dang hot?

Thankfully, there's a district-wide pool party happening not too far from your new house. And while some of the others are still adjusting (Zooble and Ragatha are out furniture shopping, you think), it means you and Pomni can relax.

The sounds of the city's inhabitants enjoying themselves sound around you as you return to your seats. Some nice recliners, complete with big umbrellas.

"Here Pomni," you say, holding a cup out to her. "Frozen daquiri, like you wanted. It's, uh.... good weather for stuff like this, right?"

You have your own frozen drink, and you settle into the seat next to her. This feels so... so normal. You didn't have friends like this back in the real world, other adults you could just sit and have a drink with. Or hang out with. Or do anything with, really.

You do some people watching as you sip. It's mostly NPCs, and while it's more crowded than you like, it's not bad to get out of your comfort zone once in a while. Pomni insisted, anyways.

There's something on your mind now. It's been great having everyone in the same house and you're proud of what you've been able to do, but are they all... happy with it?

"So, um... how are you settling in?" you say, looking over at her. "To the new house, I mean. I-I spent a while designing it, do you... like it?"

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🎪 it honestly felt like she'd been in spirale for a year, but in reality, it had only been about a month and a half. time really did fly when you were having fun, didn't it? if she was being honest, though, the company helped. without an unhinged ringmaster dragging her into life-threatening adventures every other day, things had become... comfortable. peaceful, even. pomni found herself spending more time simply existing alongside her friends instead of constantly feeling like she had to stay on guard.

so when spiralefes rolled around, she could barely contain her excitement. the chance to actually relax and enjoy herself without worrying about what catastrophe might be waiting around the corner sounded almost too good to be true.

she'd ended up wearing the same summer outfit the changing booth had picked out for her during the beachside adventure. not that she minded—it was cute enough. gangle's outfit, though, was absolutely adorable. the sunhat tied the whole thing together.

the two of them had decided to spend part of the festival at the pool party just a short walk from the new house. pomni was still only halfway through decorating her room, but she'd reached the point where she desperately needed a break. she was far too indecisive for her own good.

reclining comfortably beneath the shade of a lounge chair, pomni rested her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, happily soaking in the warmth. at the sound of gangle's soft voice, she quickly sat upright, figuring she'd end up dumping the drink all over herself if she tried to drink it while lying down.

" oh, thanks, gangle. not gonna lie, i kinda missed the sun... " she chuckled, " well, a sun that didn't hate me. "

she really didn't miss the scorching heat of summer, but this was nice. without wasting another second, she took a sip through the straw, humming quietly at the sweet taste. after another moment, she adjusted the recliner into a more upright position before letting her gaze drift across the bustling pool. NPCs and fellow residents laughed, swam, and lounged beneath the summer sun. she'd have to get in the water eventually. ...maybe she could convince gangle to join her, too.

at the question, pomni turned back to her, a warm grin spreading across her face. " the house is great. everything's really comfortable, and it's so nice living with everyone again. " she smiled. " everything looks amazing, you did a great job. it's really nice. thank you again for inviting me. "

[wolftccth]

shes right about her claim on the home made, most would knit a scarf or a mitten for their children during winter. He remembers getting those from his mother long time ago, honestly wishes he still had it around to keep their memories.

The hybrid was grateful she changed the subject. "I used to sculpture." Edward points out, these days he doesn't do any, due to work.

"When I was a kid I did a lot, just grabbing a sturdy enough wood for yourself and carved it with a knife. Got good enough to make like figures of animals. Mostly chickens and cows, since thats the stuff I usually saw. These days... I dont have enough time to do that, I guess you could say I'm rusty with carvings now. Its been like what... 100 years since ive done it???"

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her eyes widened ever so slightly at the mention of sculpture, and she found herself shuffling a little closer. she'd always been a little envious of people who were good with crafts. she'd never really had a talent for that sort of thing. honestly, she wasn't even sure she was good at the one hobby she did have. she was just... being here.

" i'd love to see them sometime! "

she folded her arms, raising a curious brow as he admitted how long it had been since he'd sculpted.

" i bet if you started again, it'd come back to you like you never stopped, " she said with an encouraging smile. " it's like riding a bike, right? maybe you should give it another shot. "

[blackmagi]

"Those are fuckin' huge!" the magi just looks in that direction, a hand reached out, pointing, rather rudely, at the… image broadcast across the news involving the new region, despite being rather close to the area. He then looks at his side, to the stranger dressed in that colorful attire.

"Huh, wanna go and fight 'em? I wanna destroy something and I want someone to watch." He then smiles, eyes closing into a grin.

He then returns his attention to the message describing the area, but ends up scowling as he slowly reaches the last word. Reading and writing clearly weren't his forte. "Wait, here says there's a jungle…? Damn, I hate hot and humid places."

[jestistentialcrisis]

🎪 she was caught completely off guard by the stranger's sudden appearance, nearly jumping out of her skin. spinning on her heel to face him, one hand flew to her pounding chest as she tried to steady herself. her eyes followed the direction of his finger, landing on the screen displaying the dinosaurs before flicking back to him, her expression nothing short of incredulous.

" hold on... fight them? you think you can fight a dinosaur? "

sure, she had a revolver, but it wasn't like that would do a damn thing against a fucking dinosaur. then he started complaining about the environment, drawing a light, amused laugh from her.

" ...so you're all gung-ho about fighting dinosaurs, but a little humidity is enough to stop you? " she teased with a grin, " come on, where's your sense of adventure? "

...wait. pomni, what the FUCK are you doing? if he actually goes, you'll have to go with him.

[oldgodssong]

"Kind of?" Andrale answers. "I don't know what Earth is, though."

She blinks and falls silent. "Well, they're called Halla. They're very important to my people."

The elven woman shifts on her feet. "They look like deer, but they have white fur and different horns."

Her hand reaches out ot start petting the gummy elephant. The texture feels so... weird. Not in a bad way.

"Is this little guy where you're from? Or is it what this place thinks you'd want to see?"

[jestistentialcrisis]

🎪 okay, so it's just how she thought-- this woman wasn't from earth. she had a sneaking suspicion that she and the other earthlings were part of the minority here. she listened closely to her description of the creatures, a hand placed to her chin as she turned to look around the two of them for a sign of the animal.

she then looks as she pets the gummy elephant, her lips curving into a smile. at her question, pomni shakes her head.

" well... yes and no. it's not from where i'm from, but it was in an adventure i was in... it's a long story. "

she wasn't really sure how to explain the whole digital circus situation without getting deep into the whole 'i was playing around in an abandoned building and oopsies.' it was a whole rabbit hole situation.

pomni quirked a brow at the sight of a ungulate a few feet away that appeared deer-like but didn't share the same qualities. without hesitation, she held a hand up, pointing in its direction.

" is that it maybe? "

[stuffedwithniceness]

Well, it seemed like something she'd said had lifted Pomni's spirits a bit- Ragatha wasn't sure what it was exactly, but maybe that didn't matter too much. It'd be nice to know so she could do it again, at least. There was still clearly a lot weighing on her, after all. Helping a little was fine, but she wanted to make sure Pomni got through this completely. If she couldn't do that...

Ragatha made her way to the bench with Pomni, sitting down beside her. Still she watched as she took it all in, clasping her own hand with the other. It was the kind of realization they'd all gone through by this point.

"It's...pretty terrible timing, huh? This should at least be easier to get used to. Still, just let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Maybe help get some kind of routine going..."

[jestistentialcrisis]

🎪 at ragatha's comment, pomni let out a quiet laugh before giving a small shrug. honestly, she might as well make the best of the situation she'd been thrown into. without caine's constant unpredictability looming over everything, this strange new world might actually start to feel… almost domestic. at least, that was what she was hoping for.

turning toward the ragdoll beside her, pomni let her disappointed expression soften into one of reluctant acceptance, managing a faint smile. there wasn't much point dwelling on what she'd lost. she had to work with what she had.

she shifted on the bench, swinging her legs toward ragatha so she was facing her more directly, her hands folding neatly in her lap.

"okay… " she murmured. " you're right. maybe i should try getting some kind of routine. "

after a brief glance around them, she looked back at ragatha.

" so… what do you usually do around here to keep yourself from going crazy? " she asked with an awkward laugh.