Daydream Believer

Mike Thompson | Porcelain

[weldxnliu]

Status: Open to all

Where: Starboard Parks and Recreation; just after sunset

Weldon didn’t know how long he had been away from Port Vale. When more mers started getting sick, he wanted to look into it. He didn’t want to put any of his brothers in danger, or any mer for that matter. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed some of his old clothes from Isidore’s place. Which didn’t go as well as he had hoped. The fact of the matter is, Weldon didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, where he was going, or why. In retrospect, not such a good idea.

Weldon figured a stroll through the park would ease his guilty conscience, though he would never openly admit to feeling guilty. He liked taking a narrow trail that winded through a wooded patch, but didn’t expect to see anyone else on the path at this time. He saw their silhouette about 4 meters in front of him, but couldn’t make out who it was. “Uhhh.. Who is that?” Weldon hollered.

[mikethompson]

It had been a while now since Mike had seen Weldon last. Normally, that wouldn’t concern him all that much - he himself was a free spirit who tended to drift from place to place after all. But even he had to admit the way the guy had basically vanished without a trace was a little worrying, considering everything going on these days. Even so, he was mostly sure that Weldon was probably fine, and had convinced himself that his bro would be back before he knew it - so when he heard Weldon’s voice in the distance it was a pleasant surprise, but not a total shock.

“I’ll give ya one guess,” Mike called back enthusiastically, making his way on over to where he’d heard Weldon’s voice coming from. “Where’ve ya been, man?” He asked, reaching out to give his brother a welcome back hug.

[silvertarnished]

Status: open to all  Location: beach

Her skin has been feeling like it’s too tight for days now.  A strange burning, a deep desire to get back to the water.  Even if it was dangerous.  Silver’s been standing with their feet in the waves for a good five minutes now, arms across their chest, hand spinning bracelet and it’s wearing clasp.  She’d probably need to get it fixed somewhere soon so it wasn’t lost.  But the tattoo shop was still training her and her so called ‘bad’ customer service.  As if sirens were supposed to respect humans.  Like they weren’t the ones responsible for everything along with the mermaids.   Feet dig into compact wet sand, water up to her ankles.  It soothes the ache a bit, but not enough.  She spins the bracelet again, rattles it to see if it would last in the water.  To it’s credit, it’s not the clasp that breaks but one of the tiny rings connecting the clasp to the bracelet.  Silver hisses, quickly snatching it from the ground before it was washed away.  Damn it.  Did Port Vale even have a jewelry shop?  They hadn’t seen one except for that antique store.   To worsen her mood, she’d been so focused on the bracelet she hadn’t heard someone coming.  Sand muffled the noise, air not carrying the sound as well as water did.  The siren jumps and glares at the offending party.  At least the person is looking at her so she doesn’t have to throw something to get their attention as her voice shuts down.  There’s no scarf this time to hide the marks over her throat.  It forces her to write in the sand ‘do you know some place I can get this fixed?’ while holding the even more broken bracelet.  Whatever decoration it had years ago had been dug out by salt water.  She really needed to get a phone to make communicating easier.

[mikethompson]

Mike had been minding his own business, taking a walk along the beach when he caught sight of someone in the distance. Making his way over to say hello, he was a little surprised when his approach caught her by surprise. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized anyway, hands up in a placating gesture. “Ya doin’ alright?” Silver seemed distressed about something - he waited patiently as she wrote out what was on her mind. “Hmm... can’t say I do,” he admitted regretfully. Jewelry wasn’t really his area of expertise, and as far as he knew there wasn’t a shop in town that was solely dedicated to that kind of thing. “I could ask around for ya though, if ya want? I know some folks who might have a better idea of that kinda thing.”

[nereidamalik]

Location: The Starbeach Cafe Status: Open

Nereida never thought she would be nostalgic for a time when she lived on land, but these days she missed how it was eight months ago when barely anyone from the ocean was here. When she was nothing but a simple outcast parading around as a human librarian. Now, Port Vale was overrun with mermaids, sirens, and now selkies escaping Assyria, and the humans were learning the truth.

She was already suspicious of Vicotria, but after her big speech at the banquet, she was sure the human was onto them. Her words were too pointed for someone who merely thought the town’s mermaid theme was a gimmick. She stressed the fact that Port Vale is a haven to the locals, not the mermaids, and Nereida didn’t know how else to interpret that other than they weren’t welcome here anymore.

So, when they requested volunteers to help with the lighthouse, Nereida didn’t sign up. She wanted to do her best to be as invisible as she used to be, but she was pretty sure she was well past that point. Everywhere she went, it felt like there were eyes on her, and maybe that was just her own paranoia, but she wouldn’t trust anything right now. 

She had just picked up a coffee to go before work when she felt a presence hovering behind her, and, again it could be the paranoia, but she wouldn’t play the idiot and just let someone get away with following her. “You know if you wanted my attention, you could just say something instead of breathing down my neck,” she said, whipping around to eye-up the person. 

[mikethompson]

Ever since the Valentine’s banquet, an uneasy atmosphere had settled over the town. Mike wasn’t a fan of it, as optimistic as he was, he couldn’t deny that Victoria’s speech could certainly come across as a veiled threat. Between that and what the woman asked him to do, well... he couldn’t exactly blame anyone for feeling uneasy. 

He hadn’t been following Nereida, but he put his hands up in surrender regardless. “Sorry, sorry - didn’t mean to breathe down yer neck,” he assured her, taking a step back in case putting some more space between them would help her relax. “Just gettin’ my coffee too, see?” He gestured with one hand to the other, still raised in the air with coffee in hand. He lowered his hands down after that, taking a sip of his coffee. “How’s it goin’ though, Nereida?” He glanced around, and upon seeing that there wasn’t anyone too close he added “hangin’ in there alright?”

[mikethompson]

( closed starter for @pipercarmine )

It wasn’t too long until his shift at the Houseboat was set to begin, and so Mike was headed down toward the dock where the bar was parked. He wasn’t running late, so when he caught sight of a familiar redhead nearby, he figured there was plenty of time to stop and chat. "Hey, Pipes!” Mike greeted, cheerful as ever. “How’s it hangin’?” 

[mikethompson]

renzieanand​:

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“Hope, I’m not angry at anyone but I’m pretty sure a lot of people - newcomers - aren’t very pleased at me.  For….existing?”  Renzie hazarded a broad guess.  “Probably for more specific Renzie-related reasons too.”  

It was disheartening, particularly when he saw just how loyal and persistent his little cousin was, with the seafolk.  Her unconditional love rebuffed and Steph, so used to being rebuffed, simply had no idea when enough was enough.  She just kept trying. 

Renzie tightened involuntarily as stress blanketed him, the howled as the masseuse pushed harder to untie those knots.  Sadly, they weren’t successful and urged Renzie to return, regularly.

“I…think I’ll take a nap first and see how I’m feeling after,” Renzie said with a smile.  He wasn’t sure if he was feeling relaxed, or just exhausted.  But he gave Mike an appreciative smile, as they left the wellness centre.  “I’ll come back when you do, huh?  If you don’t mind the company.”

A pause, and then he said,  “I’d be grateful for it.”

End!

[mikethompson]

gabidrake​:

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Exhaling slowly, Gabi rubbed at her temples. “Okay…” She had the impulse to challenge Mike to a fight then and there. She didn’t, though. Talking about Miami as if she had never been there before was the opposite of what she needed right now in public. Of course her human self would have been to Miami and seen whatever potentially mediocre choices Mike had to suggest. Implying that she wouldn’t have bothered traveling to the nearest city at least once was just so suspicious. “Thanks, but you can keep those incredibly fun Florida memories to yourself. I don’t think I need to hear any more of those.” It felt like a relief to be a little bit mean again after heading into such a confusing conversation detour. More importantly, she was deterring the conversation from heading into dangerous territory that made the both of them look suspicious to the humans at the bar. 

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“Sure, no worries,” Mike agreed easily, unfazed by Gabi’s somewhat sharper response. It did occur to him that she seemed a little stressed about something, though he wasn’t quite sure what. He’d figured that the humans at the bar were far enough away not to be listening in too close to what they had to say, so the idea that that was why she didn’t want to hear more about his experiences in Miami hadn’t really occurred to him. “Well - if there’s anything else I can help ya with lemme know, yeah? Or I can leave ya to enjoy your drink if you’d rather,” he offered. He was happy to stick around and chat if she wanted, but it seemed just as likely that she might just want some time alone to decompress.

[mikethompson]

islamarin​:

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Mike had a good point, and Isla had never been sick like this before to have a reason to doubt him. It would make sense if her gemstone reflected her health. She let out a deep breath and gave Mike a reluctant nod, trying her best to let his reassurances soothe her. She wasn’t usually this weak or emotional or…bedridden. It took a lot to scare her, and this admittedly shook her up. “You’re right,” she finally sighed as she laid back against the pillows and reached for her soup again. There wasn’t anything else she could do but eat hot liquids and try to rest. Every time she slept, she was plagued with nightmares, but she could at least lay down. “Thanks for taking care of me. I guess I actually needed your babysitting this time,” she joked with a hoarse laugh. 

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End

[mikethompson]

amitygracebright​:

          It made her nervous that there were lots of people here now that knew who she was. Maybe she would take a few days to herself, calm her nerves. If more mer were coming to land than it meant she had to figure out a new strategy for blending in because there had to be some sort of way for her to blend in. She didn’t think she really wanted to give it a shot, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. There had been a reason she left the sea, a reason why she wasn’t like the rest of her species. “I will keep that in mind. Well, it’s good to see you around. I, uh, I should get going.” Amity-Grace put a bit of cash on the bar to pay for the drink and a tip then turned and walked out. 

End

[mikethompson]

ronandelgado​:

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Ronan continued to play with the knife as Mike listed everything he had got. When his brother gave him the recipes, Ronan took only a quick look at them before putting them aside. He already had a good idea of how to put his own special Ronan touch on them. “Right. I can take care of the chicken and the tofu.” Those were the parts that dealt with fire and would be the most fun. “Can you help with the veggies?” he asked, putting the knife down for just a moment to roll up his sleeves, before using it to start to cut the ingredients.

“So, Keke. Your new plan to get me out of trouble was making me productive to society?” Ronan said after a moment, when he finished cutting the chicken and started working on the marinate. “I don’t really care, but you do know I might still pick a fight with some of the sailors in the docks later, right?” At least, no one could say he wasn’t self aware about that.

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“Sure thing,” Mike agreed easily. He wasn’t exactly sure what was supposed to be done with the vegetables, so he checked the recipes again before grabbing the ingredients and bringing them over to the sink to wash. Once he had clean vegetables and a cutting board he got to chopping - his work wasn’t particularly fast or even, but it got the job done. “Yeah, I know,” he acknowledged. It wasn’t like he thought that volunteering Ronan to cook a meal would keep his brother from picking fights in the future - they’d known each other for far too long for him to imagine anything of the sort. “But hey - you’re havin’ an ok time now, right? Even better that it helps folks, ‘course, but I just figured this was somethin’ we could do together. What with everythin’ that’s been goin’ on lately, there hasn’t been a whole lotta time for us to just hang out.”

[mikethompson]

gabidrake​:

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“Fine. Mysterious. You’re being mysterious. Is that part of the bartender… thing you have going on?” She gestured at Mike- not actually upset, but more confused than anything. Gabi had never actually set foot in Miami, but that was her human cover story. “I’m from somewhere near Miami,” she said in a way that Mike might understand. If he could tell that she was specifically a siren, that might help. “And those were places you like? I’ve been around the Keys for sure- and Texas.” She’d skirted the coast of Texas before. That was close to where she was. She wasn’t sure if she had ever been close to the coasts of those other places, but she didn’t need to be well-traveled for her human persona. Her own sea and the waters in which she was permitted travel were much better known to her.

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“Huh, I guess ya could say that,” Mike mused. He considered himself to more or less be an open book, but the fact that they were speaking in a public place did necessitate a kind of vagueness that probably did seem a little mysterious. He was currently in public because he was bartending, so it was more or less accurate to say that the mystery was a result of a ‘bartender thing’. “Sure, all those places have some good stuff goin’ on,” he agreed. There were plenty of not so great things happening in all of the locations he’d mentioned as well, but that was true of anywhere - and he was definitely a glass half full kind of guy. “If ya ever decide to go to Miami itself lemme know, yeah? There’s some cool stuff there to check out, if ya want a list or anything like that.” It had been some time since he had been there, but he figured enough would remain unchanged that his input wouldn’t be completely unhelpful. 

[mikethompson]

islamarin​:

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Isla was a little relieved to hear that she wasn’t the first person to experience lack of taste from an illness. Having never been ill before, this was already confusing for her, but she was also trying to figure out which of her symptoms were common and which were unique to her. Obviously, the gemstone was different and also the most worrying. 

She didn’t expect Mike to have the answer, but her stomach still filled with dread when he seemed just as lost as she was. If he couldn’t help her then she was probably doomed. Maybe this was the Sea Goddess getting back at her for never appreciating her kingdom like she should. She kept that thought to herself, because it wasn’t helpful right now. “That’s fine,” she nodded wearily, trying and failing to keep the fear out of her voice. “I didn’t hear about anything like this happening to the sirens, so I thought I might be the first. It just seems…ominous.” 

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It was clear that his lack of answers hadn’t exactly been what Isla had been hoping to hear, which was fair. He wished he had more in the way of answers to give her - but honestly, all of this was just as much of a mystery to him as it was to everyone else. The spots on her gemstone were particularly worrying, and it was frustrating that he didn’t have the faintest clue what to do to help with that. "I mean, your gemstone is where you come from, right? So it makes sense that if you’re sick, it’d have symptoms too,” he reasoned. That was true, but it also seemed to suggest that the illness cut deeper than just Isla’s physical form and was impacting her essence in some way. Still though, the symptoms he did recognize amounted to something akin to a common cold. “It’ll be alright - try not to worry too much, yeah? Your job’s just to rest up so ya can get better.” Even if there was legitimate reason to worry, he didn’t necessarily think worrying would help her get better - if anything, the stress might only make things worse. 

[mikethompson]

amitygracebright​:

          “Well, they’re going to leave me out of all of it I’m sure. Why would they trust me?” After all, she left the sea, she made a choice to leave the sea and it was the right one. It came with problems though. Now she felt so detached to everything from the sea and it felt weird. “Others might be communicating with each other, but I think it’s different with me.” She was worried more for her girlfriend than she was for herself. She wanted things to go back to normal if they could. Amity-Grace didn’t want to think about the ocean any more than she had to anymore. But she lived in a costal town with people who had come from the ocean. There was no escaping it unless she moved and she didn’t want to do that. “I still don’t think, no matter where we are, sirens and mermaids at peace… will only last a short amount of time.” Because that’s how it felt. “I don’t think I’ll be forgiven from running away from home. Just disappearing onto land and not coming back.” 

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Mike’s first inclination was to ask why they wouldn’t trust her, but he waited instead - and sure enough, she let him know of the reason without any cajoling. “I mean, maybe not,” he agreed. Some folks weren’t particularly understanding or forgiving of people who tried to make a life for themselves on land. “But ya never know if ya don’t give it a shot, right?” It seemed like she had some pretty deep seated expectations of how her people would react though, so perhaps giving it a shot wasn’t on the table. “You don’t gotta though, of course. It’s a small town, but I bet ya can probably keep your distance, if that’s important to ya. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help either way, yeah?” 

[mikethompson]

axsaluccixselkie​:

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Adrian’s smile widened; happy people did that to him.  He had found contentment in his life - both of them - and something about others being happy reminded him of how and why he could relax in the world. “Going well,” he assured the other male. “Are you looking for savory or sweet this morning?  We’ve got both.  The banana fritters have been popular this morning and so have the cinnamon-date buns.  If you want savory, we’ve got some excellent bacon cheddar scones.”

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"Glad to hear it,” Mike answered, pleased that all was well in Baked by the Deep. “Huh, that’s a good question. Savory? Nah, sweet. Can I grab one of those banana fritters?” Those sounded too good to pass up, and he figured there was probably a reason why so many people had been getting them this morning. 

[mikethompson]

renzieanand​:

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“Were they…angry with you?” Renzie asked carefully, about Steph and Emilia.  He wondered if he should be talking about other people’s business; but hey.  Small town, gossip - it went hand-in-hand.  Especially if it was about Ren’s cousin and Mike’s brother.  “They were pretty pissed off at Isidore for keeping it secret all these years…”

Renzie didn’t get much farther for a while, because they were cajoled out of the jacuzzi and then it was just massage.  Mike’s muscles supple; Renzie’s hard as knots.  Typical.  Renzie yowled. “This is the worst! Make them stah-ha-hap.” 

A pause, as an elbow went into Renzie’s deltoid.  “Ow! Wait! No wait - actually that’s really good.  Oh man.  Oh. Wait. That’s soooo freaking good.”

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“Angry? Nah, I don’t think so,” Mike supplied. He agreed it seemed that however upset they might have been about the situation, that had been more directed at Isidore. “Why? You aren’t, are ya?” He didn’t get the sense that Renzie was angry with him, but better to check in on that than get to speculating about why Steph and Emilia had gotten upset with Isidore and not him. He figured it was probably a mix of factors, not the least of which was how much closer both were with Isidore than him - but it was best to let them talk about that themselves, if they wanted to. 

Before they could talk much further on the subject though, it was out of the jacuzzi and on to the massage tables. Renzie didn’t seem to be having a great time at first, but the guy eased into it soon enough. “Doin’ alright? It can take a sec to get used to.” Not for him, but he was sympathetic even if he was also currently being distracted by relaxation in the extreme. 

Entirely too soon, it was over and they were back out in the reception area. “So, what’d ya think?” He asked. “Comin’ back anytime soon?”

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[mikethompson]

karina-hutchensen​:

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It took Karina a moment to recognize Mike, though she smiled when she did, thinking his answer was rather diplomatic. “I struggle to make out most of it when the weather is like this.” She admitted, shrugging a little. “I can’t really see where the other shoreline is, it’s all just shades of grey.” Karina could pick up the mood of it though, slightly mysterious while shrouded in the fog and clouds. 

“It was sunny when I left the house.” She mused, lopsided smile flashed his way. “But Port Vale does not like to keep the sun out with any kind of consistency.” That was something the redhead was discovering. But that wasn’t unlike the town she’d grown up in. The summer would hopefully be a bit better though. 

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“Yeah, ya never quite know what kinda weather you’re gonna get here,” Mike agreed. He did feel more attuned to things like the weather than he suspected humans generally did, but that was beside the point. “Everything does kinda blend together when it’s cloudy like this though.” He imagined it didn’t look the same for him as it did for Karina, but the clouds did make it a little tougher to make out some of the details that stood out in stark relief when it was bright and sunny out. “What sorta plans d’ya got for the day, though?” It would be a bummer if she’d had her heart set on sightseeing, only for the sights to shroud themselves in darkness.

[mikethompson]

gabidrake​:

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Gabi wasn’t especially interested in hippocampi as a whole, but she knew that Isidore was a little more sympathetic toward sirens overall. “I know who he is.” Rodeos were an activity that humans and horses participated in, right? Gabi thought it was a little weird that Mike was making horse allusions in public, but maybe that was the sort of weird thing that made him happy. “Okay… so which other places have you been to? Anywhere that you feel like sharing, or are you going to be cagey about literally everything?” If she couldn’t venture around much of the land, she was going to try to get the vicarious experience out of this.

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“Cagey? Nah,” Mike assured her, wondering if he’d done something to give her that impression. Maybe the fact that he hadn’t revealed himself immediately? He did suppose that she wasn’t entirely wrong though - he probably wasn’t going to start talking about his travels to places that would seem overly suspicious if anyone were to overhear. “Hmm, lessee... Spent a while down in Florida, actually - ever been to Miami, or the Keys? Wound up in Texas for a while, and Jersey... spent some time in the Seattle area too,” he listed off. There were a lot of other places he’d been too, but he figured it would be better to stick with places he’d been in the last several decades. Or - past couple centuries? Places that the other folks in the bar wouldn’t bat an eye at were probably good bets too.