Dr. Elias Conrad Coldwood (
arcanegrasp) wrote in
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[OPEN] We pass by headstones on a walk
Who: Dr. Elias Coldwood (
arcanegrasp), Glory the Fledgling God, and YOU!
What:Establishing wider socialization for Glory, general CR with Elias
When: Spring + Early Summer
Where: The Lighthouse
Warning(s): General eldritch body horror [More pending - will add as they come up!]
Prompts below, noted with the level of CR required for each! For folks that planned with me on the plotting post, feel free to pick whichever one sounds the most correct for what we'd hashed out!
What:Establishing wider socialization for Glory, general CR with Elias
When: Spring + Early Summer
Where: The Lighthouse
Warning(s): General eldritch body horror [More pending - will add as they come up!]
Prompts below, noted with the level of CR required for each! For folks that planned with me on the plotting post, feel free to pick whichever one sounds the most correct for what we'd hashed out!

[Wildcard] Eldritch Parent Support Group
Beyond it, there is a smiling, eager woman. In one arm, she's holding a lovingly wrapped package that is very obviously a bottle--- ostensibly there is wine in there. Her other hand holds a rope, dragging behind her a string of cantaloupe-sized rubber balls in rainbow colors, strung together by said rope like pearls. The front-most ball has a carefully painted smile and floppy rope antennae, and the other balls are threaded with rope "legs". Some kind of toy, perhaps. It seems she dragged it all the way here. It looks heavy.
"Hi!" She sighs out the word, still grinning. "I'm Sally Boyle. I, ah, I'm the pharmacist in town. We've met a few times, j-just briefly. Um. Listen, I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I heard about--- everything, and I also am raising both a toddler and an eldritch entity. Mind you, mine are separate individuals, my toddler's human and Yellow is--- more or less a teenager, but I thought it might be nice to someone who can relate a little and--- Christ, I'm rambling. I brought presents! One for the baby---" She gestures to the toy. "---and one for Dad." She offers the bottle. "If you'd like to talk, I'm here for you."
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"Oh, goodness, ah--- wow, you're--- thank you?" The words come out as a baffled little laugh, but he can't help a smile, puzzled as he might be. He comes to his senses and opens the door the rest of the way, offering a hand. "That looks heavy, here, let me bring that in! Would you--- care for a drink? Doesn't have to be the wine, of course, but I'd be happy to share. You said your teenager is eldritch?"
He's rambling now, as well, but who could blame him, with so much to process? As soon as he's got the toy, he's quick to step aside and let her in.
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"Her acclimation has been slow, to be certain. We've not yet had much interaction with any in her, ah... cognitive range? Her age and her current progression aren't synchronized, but she's learning quickly! She may find herself to that of a seven or eight year old before we know it."
While he prattles, the silence of isolation of what Glory is giving way to the relief that someone has outside experience with such a thing, he finds a couple glasses, and brings the wine back. She brought it, so why not share it?
"Tell me, have you had any trouble with your boy in the, ah--- physicality of his existence? Glory, she certainly tries, but she's so very large, and she can't quite gauge just what amount of force hurts we mortal creatures. She's begun to grow sensitive, as well, as far as we've seen - which is better than the alternative, of course! But... it isn't particularly productive when she's got an Emeran lesson for the day, and she's inconsolable because she crushed a beetle she found in her room."
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"It does! I imagine your boy will figure it out before long, as well. And I'm certain, even if he acts as though he doesn't, he appreciates it," Elias jokes fondly. "Glory is at a point where she's oscillating wildly between terribly clingy and remarkably independent. It's anyone's guess when I wake her in the morning, if she'll decide that she's spending a day telling her own stories to herself, or if it's a day where I'll be getting nothing done, because she's got to be attached to my hip. Does your boy ever go through such a time? Or has he hit the point of being a teenager where he's decided to try to be detached?"