#mae update

[uniquezombiedestiny]

just saw the cantigaster! what the fuck

[uniquezombiedestiny]

just got sent to the tomb colonies in the worlds universitys funniest way

custard to the ass of the benthic principal. the stoats club was basically playing custard hide and seek. not being able to see who you're throwing custard at was a much more major disadvantage than i thought. i also got custard thrown in my face. so! i must leave forever

not to mention my other close calls with scandal increases that were decreased by my affiliation. this one was too but custard to the ass is simply too damning.

the tonal whiplash as well... from her general scandal 'always being watched like a specimen, always running from home to home, always being watched' and the final blow being. custard to the ass. of the benthic principal. very funny but the embarrassment and reminder of her scandal and it's consequences is good breakdown material lmao

[uniquezombiedestiny]

alright pack it up its time to leave

[uniquezombiedestiny]

[uniquezombiedestiny]

mae almost died! 👍

the ship was at 7/8 destruction here at a (nearly) 50% chance of evading the starved....

[uniquezombiedestiny]

another mae update :)

she's renamed her lucky weasel to lucky! after that, her wounds have finally caught up to her - good thing they're minor, at wounds 2. she struck up some friendly conversation with a chef and got some leftovers to help those out. now she's at wounds 1, like usual!

they helped out a maid who they've struck an acquaintance with as well - stole some more of that honey from the master, and got a fair share for themselves (x18, twice - she now has 44 drops.). that night, she attempted to join in a cats' conspiracy meeting, but wasn't the right person. 3:

the next day, mae helped make sure a blackmailer's evidence of, well, blackmailing didn't make it to the courts. it took a bit of planning and teamwork, but she did just fine, and the client was "pleased at your subtlety."

after a couple days of laying low, mae found out about cat-wranglers: those who take on cat-catching, but only as a fad, and not tradition. they've injured the cats only on occasion, but the duchess disapproves of all of it. mae tried to take care of the wranglers herself, but there were far too many. sleep-deprivation caught up to her in the end. she spent a day or two resting, having some conversations with her animal residents, the unnamed rat and and lucky the weasel.

she's about 3 months and a week into london at this point.

and today, a riot's broken out in spite! a huge brawl is ongoing. she snagged a bag of oddities and managed to slip out of the crossfire! inside was bag was 2 compromising documents... an interesting afternoon read. right after that, she pickpockted an officer, and got some good loot.

on that night, she received some teachings from the rat, increasing all of her stats by ~2.

ngl i dont feel like copy pasting the rest of this one, so heres the link to a google doc. ive moved all of these posts here now!!! yay :)

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this has all the mae stuff so far, bc theres so many little things she does that id 100% forget if i didnt write it down lmao

[thepagansanctum]

Mae Update: 12/3/15 Life After Mom

Hey, everyone. I'm sorry that I've been away. I took a break from a lot of things after the death of my mother. I'm not exactly back, but I'll definitely be around much more. But I thought you all deserved some sort of update on me and my life since things. Contrary to what some might expect, this isn't going to be a depressive post by any means. I'm actually doing really well for myself. Not letting something that could have easily taken me down take me down and out. I'm letting the pain push me, drive me. I could let the swings life throws at me knock me out, but I'm not letting it. I can't stop now. Mom wouldn't want that. I will say there has been some more things thrown at me since September. With all that has happened to me, someone else might have curled up in a ball and stopped. Not me. In October, exactly one month after my mother's passing, we found out that my father's cancer had returned for the third time. More of his tongue was removed. It was taxing, but we made it and you cannot tell more of his tongue is missing. Yesterday, he did a nuclear pet scan on his whole body's lymph nodes to try to find any traces of cancer in his body. A test I pushed for. The results will be back in a week. But we are holding together. I have since become employed at one of my local Payless'... though I do work at another one when they have no one else. I'm happy. I'm moving quickly up the ranks. In the little over a month that I've worked there, I'm already a key holder and perhaps may be offered an assistant manager position. My father is so proud. When I'm stressed and over worked, I think and know how proud my mother would be. How proud she is. That known fact pushes me harder. I'm also happy in my new relationship. I've started a polyamorous relationship with a couple, David and Katie. I love them very much and I don't know what I'd do without their love and support. But things have had their down sides. My mother was the most important person in my life. I was her caregiver. There is a major void now. It hurts. I tear up often. I miss her more than I could ever attempt to form into words. I sob a lot. But only my father sees, and a lot more I do alone. Thanksgiving was awful. I didn't even celebrate it, nor did I want to. Christmas will be worse. And then there is her birthday on the 28th of December... But I'm okay. I have no choice but to go on and move forward. In short, I'm not okay. But I will be in time. Though, I'm strong - as she raised me to be. Her strength, that is now my own, keeps me going. I'll always keep going. I promised.