It's a no for me as well.
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It's a no for me as well.
you can want me anytime you want 😳
Hello (Georgia as seen by Elliot)
I’m not quite sure exactly how she first introduced herself. She didn’t say hello, I know that for sure. I think she just laughed at me. You see I’d asked her “what have you done?” which I know is a strange proposition for a first meeting but it made sense at the time. She had arrived on her first day landing herself right in the isolation unit of Queen Anne’s Academy. She wasn’t being rude or anything it’s just she isn’t the kind of person who generally has time for hellos, she likes to get straight to the point. Meticulous and unrelenting she sussed me out right away. Like I do to everyone else. But still she answered all my questions if only ,as she said, “to shut me up”. She answered methodically, with no unnecessary explanation, only occasionally pausing to laugh at my awkward stance and intrigue.
She told me that before she moved she lived near the sea. The physics of how the moon pulls in the tide was fascinating to her. I said that the science behind it kind of took away its magic and it’s poetic merit. We were both told to shut up. We were told that seeing the beauty of something was what was important rather than the place from where we view it. Her standpoint was new and I at least know that there was poetic merit in her - even if it couldn’t be found in gravity.
Not once since that day has she started a conversation by echoing my “Hello”. Instead she would ask me what was on my mind. She could always find patterns in it and she learned a from me a few ways to be able to tell what other people were thinking. “You make predicting other people’s actions look easy” she chucked. “You make algebra look easy. I guess it’s just something to do with perspective” for once she didn’t laugh just looked into my eyes like I had said something profound, like I’d introduced her to the sea. For once no witty cleverly calculated reply came but surprisingly I was the one who had changed despite the apparent effect my words had on her. Like a pebble who was once a boulder: sharp and unabridged.
I will admit I am overconfident but with her I forgot all of that.It was strange because I can normally stride right up to the line drawn in the sand and know exactly where to stop. With her I was stood on the pier looking at the boundless sea as it came into the shore in perfectly timed waves and I thought god I wish I knew how to hold it. I wish I knew where I fitted into her unmatched ambition. I’m drowning in the weight of her. Perhaps that means I like her. Perhaps that means it’s love.
I'm so proud of Toa 😭
I can already see that bitch Idina... I know she's gonna pop out, I feel it in my left tit.
‼️ IT'S HERE‼️
Michalis Leonardo Dimitri Colm
Lucina Lloyd Kris Dorothea
Edelgard Elincia Lilina Pelleas Ganglöt
TEAM TAG: #KEVillage2023
WEEK ONE: One’s Last Thoughts Should be of Home
You wake up at home.
Well, technically, no. This house isn’t yours or anyones you recognize, but this place stirs that feeling of home and belonging within you. Rain falls gently against the windows, soft against the crackling fire in the hearth. You wake up piled together in a cozy living area, heavy with sleep, safe within these walls amongst your allies.
For all the fuss and anxiety these past few weeks, this sure doesn’t feel like the dangerous life-threatening mission you were told you expect. You’d be forgiven if you closed your eyes....
But you don’t get a chance to sleep again. Instead, when someone pounds against the door, you’re compelled to step over your comrades’ bodies and childrens’ toys to answer it. It’s the landlord, with a glowing slate in her hand. “Hi! I’m here for your rent. You have it here, right...?”
Beyond her, you see the hustle and bustle of people shouting their wares and prices, bearing the rain in order to make it to the marketplace. Even on a peaceful day like this, the streets never sleep!
Dream Logic
As in all dreams, you have a vague sense of place and purpose, though they are up to your interpretation.
You are home. Home is a small city known for its talented artisans and craftsmen selling their creations, from furniture to tools to little decorations. You count yourself among them, making a living as a toymaker.
This is your home now, where you want to settle and put down roots and grow old with your beloved allies. After your experience in the war, though, you feel out of place in the world of civilians. At least your friends understand you.
You, in fact, don’t have rent. Which feels out of character for you, normally you’re more responsible for that!
Places of Interest
Your Home: A living space that’s the perfect size for four of you. While it looks small on the outside, there is a decent amount of floor space. The front part of the house, where you front door is, is your shop. This is where you sell dolls and games and the like, but you also make room for instruments... the one who makes them lives with you, but they seem to be out at the moment.
Marketplace: The heart of your town, a bustling marketplace that traders from across the land come to buy their stock. You’ve been here for a while, but you’re still not used to the chaos.
The Quarry: Further outside the city is a stone quarry, where chalkos powder can be extracted from. The land is shared with human-looking aliens with green skin. Your city’s relationship with them had been friendly in the past, but with rumors of war on the horizon, things have gotten a little tense with them...
Goal for this week
What are you going to do, not pay rent?
When the landlord comes back next week, make sure you have 50 obols ready for her.
Tasks
There isn’t much on the shelves to sell right now, but children come and go as they please anyways. While you’re working on the toys, they’re happy to tell you about their day and offer up their advice. A furry wyvern with sparkly purple wings might not have the broad appeal you’re looking for, though...
At thread completion, 1d2 Dolls OR 5 Obol OR 1 Whistle
Items resulting from this thread do not use up materials.
With so many people traveling to your city, there’s ample opportunity to make some money as street performers. You have your own skills, of course, but there’s also plenty of instruments to make use of at home.
1d3 Obol and 1d2 random material for every post.
The rumors of war are still just that, but the uptick of soldiers traveling through here doesn’t help matters. Still, you understand what it’s like to be on the road far from home. Your neighbors feel the same—they have husbands, brothers, and sons enlisted in the army as well. You all band together to make these soldiers feel welcome, planning to give them little gifts to lift their spirits.
2d3 Wood 1d4 Herbs for every post.
The children of this town take up jobs in the quarry to earn some pocket change. It’s dangerous work, but as you enter the bounds of the quarry, it’s just another day on the job. Some of you are perceived as “younger” children and are tasked with chipping away stone and sweeping up chalkos. Others are perceived as “older” children and get more responsibilities for their trouble, supervising the young ones and detonating explosives to make way for them.
2d3 Stone, 1d4 Chalkos, 1 Obol for every post.
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