#fl.poet

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the gang's all here

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And then you are alone, the both of you in this grove.

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good hallowmas

(ft @oneirotecture 's Warden's shadow)

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gotta ask 24 for everyone, bc it's on brand 🫡

- Scrim and DW would both order some truly frightening cheeseless pizza. Thin crust, Large, garlic parm sauce, probably with anchovies and various other mixed meats. Might add banana peppers for the pickled taste, mushrooms also. Scrim is better at ordering this than DW is but they both tip fantastic.

- Ruth and Rosie are classic half cheese half pepperoni heads. Medium, hand-tossed crust, they'd want to hold the garlic crust because neither can stand getting it on their fingers. Their aide would have to order for them. Good tippers.

- I think the Censustaker is a classic spinach, feta, mushroom and tomato type. Knows what she wants but will still ask if you're running any specials and might order extra food if she can get it for less. Tips 15%. The Tiger would just share a slice with her but Pizza doesn't really agree with him.

- The Poet struggles to order a pizza because he cannot lie and must do so in haiku syllabic structure. It would end up being a Supreme (pepperoni, sausage, mushroom, bell pepper & onion), but he would refuse to call it a supreme. He would spend as little money as possible and would round up to the nearest whole dollar to tip.

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Where did the poet live? I just read your answer to my ask and now I'm really curious to know the geographical lore (<- person blogging from a coastal town)

A really good question with a bit of a trick answer! The Poet lives in a windowless room in a crumbling castle, the fifth of four. The only door to his room leads out into the belly of an iron whaling ship, which is destroyed and sinks into an icy ocean every 8 hours. If he doesn't lock and seal the door, this floods his room, which is terribly inconvenient.

The Poet lives in the hollowed-out space inside the Scrimshander's memories, and therefore in its head. While its conscious, he can do little but pass the time, but if it falls asleep, he is able to use his door to get to Parabola. He wants to escape.

Now, by an ironic twist, the Scrimshander did live in a coastal town as a youngster — a volvanically active archiapelago, specifically. High tide did pose a problem for some of the outskirt buildings, for sure, though its house was built directly on a cliff face about 100 ft from sea level, so it didn't have to worry about tide so much as storms.

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22 for the poet 👀

Not gonna lie, I've really been struggling with this one, because it is an utterly fascinating question to answer for him. I think the stupidest lesson the Poet ever had to learn the hard way was to lock his bedroom door so it doesn't flood with seawater every 8 hours.

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You managed to get into the Poet's room, what are you stealing?

A charred, unreadable notebook

A heavy lockbox, trapped

A gallon of icy seawater

An hourglass full of black liquid that drips up, not down

Fourteen dead bees, pinned delicately

A raincoat

The beautiful, hand-carved wooden door with a lattice lock on it

One of his tattered, black silk ribbons, which is eerily warm

His Name

A strawman built in his likeness, brutalized and hidden under the bed

Voting ended onOct 21, 2024