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ph_logs2024-08-10 07:04 pm
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Mockingbird, Mockingbird, Mockingbird
Who: Sheogorath, SQQ, Tarantulas, Jeff, Shouji, and you!
What: Assorted 'meetings of madness' across the island
When: Over the course of August
Where: Various
Warnings: Heavy discussions of identity, possibly discussion of fugue states, possible mentions of violence, unreality
Is that a sound you've heard? [Closed w/ SQQ]
It's as Shen Qingqiu is seeking solitude in the temple that he's visited by a strange sensation. It starts as a physical one, the faintest breeze dancing around the tip of one ear, but then it becomes a song- the erhu part of the Butterfly Lovers begins to play. The sound seems to tug at the end of his sleeve, the way that a narrative piece often seems to pull the listener along with it. Gently, gently, it implores him towards the door, and out into the daylight.
Is that a song you know? [Closed w/ Jeff]
At this point, Jeff's been given a good idea of what to look for when trying to identify Sheogorath. Of course, no one's account of the man is exactly the same, but there seem to be some common elements. He has a beard, and a walking stick, and his eyes are all sort of colors but always strange and piercing.
In the late afternoon, Jeff spots a man who is almost certainly Sheogorath, heading into the woods alone.
Perhaps he ought to follow, and try to catch up to the fellow?
One that was layered with the crackle of a radio? [Closed w/ Shouji]
It's getting late, about the time that businesses are starting to shutter for the evening, when that strange old man who fought off the Tristitia with Shouji a little while ago wanders into the Burger King, his cane making a soft tap tap tapping sound on the floor. He walks up to the counter, and stands there, not making a sound, as he looks around the place, a placid smile plastered across his face. He clearly wants something, but what?
What makes him call in the pouring rain? [w/ Tarantulas]
It's raining.
The drops are big and heavy, and they make a noticeable tapping sound against the window panes. Every so often, a gust of wind will rattle the glass. In the distance, there's a long, low rumble of thunder.
As Tarantulas works on whatever it is he's working on, his auditory sensors suddenly pick up on the sound of purring. Should he take a look around, he's likely to notice a large, gray cat in a little vest, perched atop a nearby shelf. It's staring at him with a familiar pair of eyes, their pupils fractal and ever transforming at their edges.
Is it a song of pride or an alarm of pain? [wildcard]
Anything you've been itching to say, or do, or think with the Madgod? Go crazy!
What: Assorted 'meetings of madness' across the island
When: Over the course of August
Where: Various
Warnings: Heavy discussions of identity, possibly discussion of fugue states, possible mentions of violence, unreality
Is that a sound you've heard? [Closed w/ SQQ]
It's as Shen Qingqiu is seeking solitude in the temple that he's visited by a strange sensation. It starts as a physical one, the faintest breeze dancing around the tip of one ear, but then it becomes a song- the erhu part of the Butterfly Lovers begins to play. The sound seems to tug at the end of his sleeve, the way that a narrative piece often seems to pull the listener along with it. Gently, gently, it implores him towards the door, and out into the daylight.
Is that a song you know? [Closed w/ Jeff]
At this point, Jeff's been given a good idea of what to look for when trying to identify Sheogorath. Of course, no one's account of the man is exactly the same, but there seem to be some common elements. He has a beard, and a walking stick, and his eyes are all sort of colors but always strange and piercing.
In the late afternoon, Jeff spots a man who is almost certainly Sheogorath, heading into the woods alone.
Perhaps he ought to follow, and try to catch up to the fellow?
One that was layered with the crackle of a radio? [Closed w/ Shouji]
It's getting late, about the time that businesses are starting to shutter for the evening, when that strange old man who fought off the Tristitia with Shouji a little while ago wanders into the Burger King, his cane making a soft tap tap tapping sound on the floor. He walks up to the counter, and stands there, not making a sound, as he looks around the place, a placid smile plastered across his face. He clearly wants something, but what?
What makes him call in the pouring rain? [w/ Tarantulas]
It's raining.
The drops are big and heavy, and they make a noticeable tapping sound against the window panes. Every so often, a gust of wind will rattle the glass. In the distance, there's a long, low rumble of thunder.
As Tarantulas works on whatever it is he's working on, his auditory sensors suddenly pick up on the sound of purring. Should he take a look around, he's likely to notice a large, gray cat in a little vest, perched atop a nearby shelf. It's staring at him with a familiar pair of eyes, their pupils fractal and ever transforming at their edges.
Is it a song of pride or an alarm of pain? [wildcard]
Anything you've been itching to say, or do, or think with the Madgod? Go crazy!
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"I certainly hope I do. The last time I died that I was aware of, it was pretty awful. Word to the wise, try not to drown and get crushed at the same time. As for cheese...well, if it becomes available to me I will certainly try to incorporate it into the menu here curing my tenure." He has no idea what bees could have to do with it, but then again he also doesn't know a lot about cheese production in general.
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He's keeping a straight face, but inwardly he's giddy at bringing about all these different expressions.
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"Well, what level of involvement are the bees going to have in the choices we have regarding more cheese than just the standard that we have stocked here? I just feel like stranger varieties may not go with a grilled burger as well as you might hope."
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"That seems awfully fancy for what was originally planned as a fast food establishment, but then again I think people would like the option for something gourmet-like. I know there are some adventurous eaters around. I know that teriyaki and things like that are pretty popular in places for just this reason."
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He chuckles darkly.
“It’s best we teach you quickly that the life of a Prince is give and take.”