TO: EVERYONE.

[bloomly]

( it's not like she means to, and certainly not like she wants to broadcast her thoughts, in the neat, curling cursive that it comes in, to people that she doesn't even know, in a place where she's fairly certain she's all alone. sure, there had been the sudden intrusion before, of words splashed on her bedsheets and the wooden walls where she sleeps--but she had figured that must have been some sort of hallucination, perhaps even magic, or worse, some sort of curse; she doesn't know anything about this place except what those here, in solvunn, have told her, and what's a halloween anyway? some sort of other curse?

or is this something different? it wouldn't be the first time the planet said things to her that she didn't understand, a cacophony of voices scrambled together: some happy, others upset, some desperate to be lost to the lifestream entirely. but this isn't gaia, and this isn't her flower garden--the cries of the planet don't reach her here, or do they? is that the meaning of all those words before?

it's late at night when her eyes close: maybe if she thinks hard enough, long enough, she can find that pull, the tug of the lifestream to draw her thoughts together with the planet beneath her. maybe she can find a way out of here. maybe there are a lot of 'maybe's. )


𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝑒?

( the text, all loopy and warm and rounded, pops up with no discretion for who it's sent to, or why: it's just there, to everyone open to it, and repeats patiently if ignored. then, another: )

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅?

( and, of course, there's a neat little signature at the bottom of every message: )

- 𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒽

Comments

[fourarmedandangerous]

[Goro has to think about this. It's true, he does prefer sleeping in the company of at least one of his ten wives, Shokan beauties all, as deadly as they are beautiful. So by that metric, yes he does hate sleeping alone. On the other hand, the only other company here he could really expect is humans and he finds that thought incredibly distasteful, and would rather sleep alone in that case. On the other other hand (he has four hands, it's fine), if he agrees, he gets to take another drink. So sure, let's go with that.

It never occurs to him that maybe Aerith has Goro completely outmatched here.]

Correct. I will drink.

You...enjoy the company of dogs.

[Sorry Cloud. How...many rounds did they agree to?]

[bloomly]

𝒟𝑜𝑔𝓈??

( well...sure, who doesn't? that one seems unfair but she lets it slide. )

𝒜 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒!

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹.