the fool.

❝ Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. ❞ [affiliated with isola radiale mfrp]

[renatusest]

Hello!

Here is a quick plotting / relationship ad for Cheryl that, for the time being, is permanently open! Cheryl here can be found in the following places: Grand Xalphina Library, Opalarian Market Town, Spirale Municipal Beach & Marina, Spirale University, The Boardwalk, Mermaid Cove Mall, Star Trail, Savior’s Respite, Tempus Museum, and Sunset Circuit. Of course, there are other places where one could find her, but these are the most likely places for all manner of interactions.

Here are some possible relationship options for Cheryl:

Friends – Cheryl might be hard to get to know better, but once she makes friends with someone she is quite loyal. It would take time for her to truly open up with someone fully, and she likely would not tell someone everything about herself. Regardless, Cheryl would be a good friend and ally for most, and she certainly needs a few…

Acquaintances – People meet in passing all the time, such as people that happen to interact at local coffee shops, in their individual neighborhoods, or at heavily trafficked public places. If Cheryl happens to be around any of the same places as your own Muse, this could be an easy jumping off point for a broader relationship.

Classmates – Cheryl will be regularly attending the Spirale University and taking classes there, so if your muse does the same (or perhaps teaches there), that could easily be a good meeting place and building block for threads and relationships. Maybe they could work on a group project together…

Antagonistic – It’s not particularly difficult to aggravate or annoy Cheryl, but if someone were to truly, rightfully anger her then it's likely she wouldn’t forget or forgive the slight for a long time. There’s a lot of potential here, and if anyone is interested in having a more antagonistic relationship with Cheryl, please let me know! (Though be warned, she has killed a god before. Maybe not the teenager you want to piss off too much?)

Anyway, please feel free to like this and/or message me first, with any ideas you might have (regardless if they’re something on here already or not), and I’m super happy to talk to you anytime!!

[omurizer-draws-things]

[indomitableblackdragon]

"Thrift shopping in a completely different world. Sounds like a grand time right out of one of those shows don't you think?' Or maybe her self-centered thinking got the better of NJ again. But hearing the idea shot out did give NJ some ideas to put into her mind. At least without jumping right onto it...

"Oooh legally distinct movies in the Spirale realm. I can't imagine how much they've changed without the others realizing. Makes you think if they got their own section back home what people would think about 'em."

[renatusest]

"Yeah, totally, like where the people bring in all their junk for people to figure out how much it's worth." Cheryl's smile widens. "Man, I bet a show like that would be crazy here."

A chuckle hummed in her throat just imagining such things. Walking with the other girl now, Cheryl had nearly forgotten all about the hot weather that had annoyed her in the first place. When was the last time she'd smiled so much? She couldn't immediately recall. But, now was not the time to dwell on that particular topic.

"Haha, yeah, that checks out. I'm sure it'd get wild."

[dreemerknight]

"Yeah... I guess I did." Kris mumbles as they let her take things off their hands.

They stand there awkwardly while she sorts, watching her curiously and with no small amount of embarrassment. What a mess... they hate meeting people when they need help.

It always makes them feel small. But... she's nice, and it's easy to tell themselves it's just their own hangups rather than her actually being put out. After all, she offered. She didn't have to. Kris shakes their head to get back out of it, and lets their hands drop finally once they realize the last of the items has been removed.

They smile.

"Thanks. I was starting to think I'd be stuck like that all the way home." They fidget with the sleeves of their sweater, rubbing the warn material between their forefingers and thumbs. "They weren't pushy," Kris replies as they move to stand next to her to survey the piles properly. "I just have a hard time saying no when people are nice." Or when they're overwhelmed.

Kris picks up one of the four coffee mugs, looking it over. Then, they look back at her. "... Do you go to classes here? Is... it always this busy?" If it is, there's no way they're signing up for classes here.

[renatusest]

Cheryl continued to talk as she sorted through the nonsense that had clearly been thrown at and obviously a burden on the other teenager. Seriously, she thought, how desperate were these clubs that they were bothering someone this much?

"They're totally pushy!" She laughed. "It's super annoying-- they tried to do the same to me the first club rush I got stuck in."

"I get that." Cheryl lied, but just to be nice, so it was excusable. "You can just walk away instead of saying no. That usually works for me-- and if it doesn't, I just tell them to shove it."

(Maybe she wasn't the best person to get advice from in this particular area, but, who cared?)

The pile she deemed as trash was growing larger, but she'd certainly let Kris make the final decisions... maybe.

"Yeah, I do, but only a couple right now. It's nice, surprisingly. I mean, things usually aren't as bad as today." She shrugs. "I'm Cheryl, by the way."

[sendousha]

Ordinarily, he'd concentrate on helping easing her concern, but really... her outburst was justified with everything that spurned it. Even if he'd no real grievances with the situation, it was still an unsettling reality that his time in the cities almost amounted to his entire lifetime prior, and there was no telling how long it would continue. Or why. The reluctance of the Stars to convey pretty much anything was the most disconcerting element (other than the essentially mass-abduction by which they gathered their population).

"I'm sure there's a good reason behind it all. Those who were looking after the last city had theirs, and I wouldn't want to think the Stars are doing this for fun". The bitter truth was though, that there was nothing to support or refute that hope. "Whether we play along or not, no-one has been able to figure out how to leave of their own accord, so the most we can do is just... figure out how to spend our time and wait, I suppose".

[renatusest]

Cheryl let out a groan, rubbing both of her temples with her hands' index and pointer fingers. Whether it was the heat or this young man's words that were starting to give her a headache was anyone's guess.

"Ugh..."

"Yeah, so it's all a load of crap no one really knows anything about? Do I have that right?"

Her words came out harsher than intended, but Cheryl didn't seem to care.

"So we're just supposed to twiddle our thumbs and wait around for anything to happen? Sounds super fun."

[pplaguedecay]

fanart i made some time ago

[sendousha]

Considering how on-edge she already seemed, he figured it would be better not to elaborate on the extremes that had befallen the city orchestrated by the Stars. The last thing he'd want to do is give her all the more reason to worry and dread. Though when asked about his duration of stay, a jump in his heart signalled concern of doing just that.

"In Spirale — you could say since the beginning, about seven years ago. Some of us seemed to get transferred from another city where we were taken. Altogether, it's been eleven years".

[renatusest]

Cheryl blinked, clearly surprised by his answer. Seven years--another city-- eleven years. It sounded insane, unbelievable, but... this whole thing was crazy, wasn't it?

(And she'd seen crazy, she knew it well, more than she'd ever like to.)

So, after a long pause, Cheryl just sighed. She saw no point in getting angry, not with this heat already sapping her strength.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

"This is just... ridiculous!"

[indomitableblackdragon]

"Yup! Like its own industry of bootlegs only from people we've probably never heard of." Which itself sounded like a fun expedition for NJ herself. A hunt for something amusing was one thing but a never ending rabbit hole

"Even better its like your very own treasure hunt. Sometimes you strike nothing and other times you'll find the golden grail. It's all in the magic of the search.~~"

Something she could use another partner in crime for. Even if they were a bit of green rookie in this area. Nothing a little practice can't hurt to bring one up to speed.

"Anything you wanna try and find first?"

[renatusest]

Cheryl couldn't help but laugh once more as she walked; she couldn't argue against a word the other girl said, even if she wanted to, as she was in total agreement.

"It's almost like thrift shopping," Cheryl mused. "You'll never know what you might find."

"Hmmm," Cheryl paused to ponder on the question posed to her. "Other than sea creatures mashed up with crazy weather phenomena, maybe some other famous movies? I'd like to see how they're different."

Oh, this was going to be fun.

[dreemerknight]

They really didn't want to be there; the university was big and noisy and there were so many people there, but they wanted something to do other than spraypaint underpasses and steal gum from the gas station. They had run out of spraypaint, and they had too much gum and not enough time in the world to chew any of it.

But...

They were definitely regretting the university.

It seemed like everyone had wanted to give them something - pens, brochures, lanyards, booklets, mugs, more - and Kris was about to, in the simplest terms, freak the fuck out. They were on the verge of just dropping everything on the ground where they were standing and run away when someone they can't see well past their armload of junk asks if they need help.

The relief they feel is almost palpable.

"... Yeah... a little." Kris mumbles, trying to shift the pile to see past it. "... Do they always give people so much stuff?"

[renatusest]

Cheryl nodded.

"Yeah, but you also just came at a really bad time," she almost laughs as she begins to take some of the things from the other teenager's hands. "Most of this is just junk, anyway."

Cheryl turned on her heel, sorting the mass of different clubs' merchandise into two piles on a nearby table; one pile for a trash can, and one pile that might have something useful for either herself or the other teen.

"There," Cheryl finally says once she's relieved Kris of their burden. "You're free."

"Did you have trouble telling those guys no, or did they get pushier when I wasn't looking?"

[renatusest]

Cheryl had passed the building dubbed "Spirite Halloween" nearly everyday, and found its orange and black decorations more gaudy every time. It was like someone threw up the very concept of the holiday on the building, she mused. Even so, despite her initial suspicions, Cheryl inevitably found herself perusing the aisles of the store after hearing of its particular competition. Logically, she knew it was some marketing gimmick, but figured she had little better to do on this random day.

It's a lot bigger on the inside than it looks, she thought upon stepping inside.

Rows and rows of decorations and parts of costumes lay before her, but Cheryl struggled to see how any of them could fit together to make a functioning outfit. Even after looking through things for several minutes, Cheryl did not understand how anyone could find enough items that matched.

The person that came up with that contest was either a genius or an idiot, Cheryl supposed.

She paused to look in a nearby mirror, a pair of striped pants, a unicorn headband, and a pair of gloves with fake knives attached all in her arms.

This looks so stupid, Cheryl thought to herself, only to laugh.

[indomitableblackdragon]

"I mean from what I heard they basically got everything 'round here. Just the biggest difference is it's not exactly what you remember it as." NJ didn't know in particular just what they changed. But general consensus from the others she talked to seemed to be that it was just enough that you had to wonder if they got the right story or you were forgetting something...

"So like "Tiburonado" or something like that if I had to guess."

[renatusest]

"So... it's like bootleg stuff." Cheryl responded, still unable to hide her amusement.

In such a ridiculous situation, what else could she do but laugh?

"That's seriously hilarious," Cheryl continues. "Of course a place as crazy as this is full of stuff that's messed up."

"Instead of sharks, it's probably like-- dolphins or something."

She laughs again, the absurdity of it all just too much.

"C'mon, we gotta try and find it. I've got to see this."

[renatusest]

Cheryl sat in a chair that was perhaps a bit too low to the ground for her stature, with a table set before her. Pumpkin guts and seeds littered the table (and the pavement beneath her), and she twirled a carving tool in her hand (despite how the nearby instructor had specifically said not to do so).

She looked at the pumpkin before her that she was attempting to carve, her expression pulled into something quizzical at best.

Dad always made this look so easy, Cheryl thought.

She gave the pumpkin and the carved face she had forced into its skin, turning it over with her free hand. Finally she frowned and sighed.

"Do I suck at this or what?"

[marychauder]

Silent Hill 3 is still one of my favorite games ever 

[renatusest]

@dreemerknight

Maybe it was because the classes were free to anyone, or maybe it was just a way to pass the time that felt productive, but Cheryl had found herself regularly attending Spirale University. No one cared that she was only seventeen, and the process to take whatever class she wanted (bullshit ones or not) was really quite easy. Ultimately, Cheryl couldn't help but enjoy something that made her feel almost normal.

Today, she'd actually been on her way to the large, attached library when a particular sight made her pause. A lanky looking teenager, one with so many things shoved into their arms that she almost couldn't see their head. Pamphlets, mugs, stationary... all things clearly forced upon them.

Poor sucker must've been harassed by the clubs, Cheryl quickly deduced. She felt bad for them, and surmised that she didn't have anything better to do, so Cheryl stopped in front of them.

"You uh... need a hand there?"

[sanpatron]

" What, you don't believe me? " he asks as if his poor heart is about to shatter into millions of pieces. " You see any GANG✩STAR ads on your way over? That's my place. " Django thinks of how he couldn't really blame the kid for thinking the way she does. Retirement be damned, he's always gonna look shady; that's just the way things are. But like hell is he gonna let anyone think otherwise of his legitimate business. He built that thing from the ground up!

" If you ever wanna mix up your style sometime, come over and check the place out. I promise it's not all just high-end crap. Everyone should be able t' look good, no matter what. "

Many years ago he would've found the idea of being this sincere strange and unnecessary. The words coming out of his mouth leaving an odd taste, as if their utterance should not be said by a man of his nature. But nowadays? Perfectly fine. Almost expected of him.

Crazy what a few life events could do for a guy.

[renatusest]

By now, her eyeing him suspiciously wasn't even something she was attempting to hide. Why bother? He was the one who was still talking to her, after all.

(Yet, she was the one still listening, so...)

The words 'prove it' nearly left her lips, but in a surprising moment of self restraint, Cheryl simply paused. His statement about accessible fashion was something she actually agreed with. So, instead of saying something snarky (again), she raised a brow once more, taking the moment of silence to think. She had seen plenty of ads for that particular store, and had even passed by a few of its sites in her time on this island. Cheryl hadn't bothered to stop in, but if she had ever considered who owned the franchise, this man's face certainly wouldn't have come to mind.

"Really?" She finally says. "You own those stores?"

Cheryl let loose a soft, fleeting smirk.

"If you're so into fashion, then how about you give me some tips?"

Or better yet, she thinks, a discount.

[indomitableblackdragon]

"If we look hard enough I'm sure we can find it. This place is crazy enough to probably have it somewhere in one of those back alley stores." Not that NJ had any experience shopping there in the first place. But most people would probably come to the same conclusion for "really bad" movies like that.

"Shouldn't be hard to find. Provided we don't run into one on our own out there..."

[renatusest]

Cheryl couldn't help but let out a small laugh; she wondered what this girl's definition of a "back alley store" was exactly.

"Sure, sure..." Still grinning, Cheryl just nods. The whole notion was ridiculous, so much so that she could only find it more humorous by the second.

"If people from all sorts of dimensions or whatever end up here, then I'm sure media can do the same."

"Hell, I'm sure it's more likely we'd find stuff we don't recognize than stuff we actually know."

[w3thands]

Wasn't posting for long time because I'm lazy insane bitch who's going through the phase of rejection of reality. So that's why I'm postin for you my kin

Anyway, I will disappear for some time again because I'm planning to start learning Blender to find at least some kind of work cause I'm useful for nothing