TEST DRIVE MEME #6

[diceofthegods]

Arrival

Broken Palace by Jonathan Eng

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Like all who come through the summoning circle, your arrival is heralded by a dream. Waking up is a dizzying, disorienting thing... and possibly made worse by the fact that you aren't alone.

Right after you appear, so does someone else. If you're lucky*, they'll simply blink into existence by your side. If you're not, there's a chance they spawned below or above you. That's one way to make a memorable first impression. Best untangle yourselves and get things figured out.

If you're extremely unlucky*, instead of another person being brought through the summoning circle, it's a monster. The creature buzzes menacingly and immediately darts at any potential fresh blood it can.

Some welcome this is. If you aren't the fighting type, hopefully someone nearby is. Eventually, one of the local Town guards will slay the monster before it - and you - cause too much trouble or lose too much blood.

HAPPY "NAME DAY"!

While last year offworlders were still a bit too new to do much more than celebrate with fireworks and fanfare for the new year, this year there's certainly much more opportunity for revelry. Despite the hardships and uncertainty of the latter part of last year, people appear optimistic and ready to have a bit of fun.

Now that Town is a regular place on the map with more trade routes running through it, it means a lot more cultural diversity and exchange. Around this time of year especially, alcohol and luxury items will be a bit easier to acquire. It's the time for good will and new opportunity, after all, and so merchants are happy to share. For a reasonable cost, anyway!

People from all over the continent of Kamurkia have brought the ways that they ring in the new year. One of the most popular - and perhaps most relevant the Dragonbonded - is the tradition of a "Name Day." Since Town is a newer settlement, the people who have helped build it up deserve to be honored for generations to come. It is a way for offworlders and natives who have since settled here to leave their mark.

Around the outer edge of Town, a short brick wall is being erected. Each brick has a name written on it. Construction of it will stop once everyone's names who live in Town are written, but each new person that arrives will be encouraged to add their name, a brick, and grow the wall through the ages. Even should offworlders leave, their presence and importance will now be memorialized.

This is not mandatory but it is certainly encouraged! It's understandable that some Dragonbonded might feel conflicted, considering their circumstances, and be unsure about if they should contribute. Regardless of if someone's plan is to stay or not though, this is just a way to leave your name to be remembered someday.

Pie Week

Another tradition that seems to be gaining traction in Town, especially with its well-known bakery, is Pie Week. For the first week of the year, there is so. much. pie.

People bake it, eat it, throw it, and do all manner of things involving pie that one can think of to celebrate. Although this means the demand for pie is higher than usual, it also means new varieties are in circulation at feasts and pop-up festivities. Be careful to not get hit by a stray thrown pie! But if you do, hopefully it's one you like.

Should anyone attend one of these pie-centric celebrations, they can find the following pies (but are certainly not limited to just these):

⁂ Cranberry Pie - This pie is a seasonal favorite for its not-too-sweet taste and vibrant colors. Be careful though since slices will stain someone's lips tongue a vibrant red. But isn't that just kind of silly? After eating this pie, one might feel more giddy and playful than usual.

⁂ Shepherd's Pie - A classic savory pie that is a hit around the holidays. It's a good option for someone who prefers meat instead of sweets. It will tap into primal instincts of a Dragonbonded though. While open to interpretation what this means, they might find themselves more inclined to hunt prey instead of shop for it, be aggressive and territorial towards other Dragonbonded (this is your pie, okay!), and so on.

⁂ Pecan Pie - A deliciously sweet and sticky treat! Although, it might be a little... too sticky. For a short time after eating a slice of this pie, Dragonbonded will find themselves stuck to whoever they come in contact with next. It shouldn't last more than a few minutes, thankfully, but it might lead to some awkward situations. Sorry about that!

⁂ Chicken Pot Pie - Another meatier option, this one's effect is fairly simple. Dragonbonded will now be able to speak with animals for a brief time. Well, okay- One animal. Chickens. And you won't believe some of the things they have to say now that they can be heard.

As one might be able to imagine, The Fae got a little involved with some of the pie. You're free to come up with more options though and what funny effects they might have! The world is your pie.

Dance of Dragons

Although many worlds and cultures have a "dragon dance" in some iteration, not many are quite as literal as here in Kamurkia! Even when dragons seemingly left the land, people in large city-states kept their memory alive through the art of ritualistic dances that showcased the bond between dragon and man. Although uncertain about Dragonbonded last year and most of them still growing into their scales, this year... It's your time to shine!

Dragonbonded are dressed up in traditional, customary clothing and randomly paired up to perform a dance during the changeover from the old year to the new. Although not given any real instruction or time to prepare, they are reassured that's kind of the point! This dance is meant to be instinctual and a way to synchronize with your Dragon Soul in an authentic way... no matter how awkward it might seem.

You're also connecting to your partner's inner dragon as well!

Even if they are a newcomer to Town and being a Dragonbonded, they will feel a stirring of this soul that will temporarily cause them to shift into their full form. And you are both expected to! This dragon dance is, in fact, a dance to shift not only from the past year to the current one but from human shape to fully dragon and complete the dance.

While not required of all Dragonbonded, denizens of Town and from all over would be delighted to see dragons take shape once more. In this time especially, many people are looking for a bit of hope. No pressure though!

Notes

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⁂ For the Arrival prompt, feel free to roll a d20 to see how lucky or unlucky you are.

⁂ There are some background happenings going on later in the month that can be found on the calendar so be sure to check it out!

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[diceofthegods]

jin | xenoblade 2

[torna]

( i. arrival ) d13

[ jin felt it. briefly. it couldn't be but — it felt like his soul resonated with another. his borrowed heart balks at the very thought. no. no, he won't allow it. he won't allow anyone to resonate with him again. the horror of it rises up in his throat.

but he couldn't dwell on it now. he finds himself in a strange place, in the middle of some kind of circle. his nodachi remains firmly strapped on his back, in one piece but the rest of this place feels . . . odd. different. as if the land is firm.

jin bends down, feeling the earth behind his palm. surely . . . not. ]

Is this . . . not a Titan?

( ii. pecan pie )

[ well. this is awkward.

jin shifts on his feet, feeling the temperature drop in response to his own emotions. he looks at his hands, joined with another and winces, a touch self-conscious. ]

It's cold. Sorry.

[ he can't really help. jin is an ice blade by nature. he'll never run on the warm side, no matter how much he may wish to. ]

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a different prompt in mind? feel free to hit jin up! ]

i

[woedao]

[ooc; I promise I'm not stalking you, I was interested in this place too! arrival buddies y/n?]

[Disorientation. The green grass of a battlefield suddenly lurching upward so high it would have been the sky. A look down, searching for where the sky should be. Nothing. Black creeps into the corners of his vision, he's stumbling, like he's being dragged down and-

Was this his death?
He wouldn't even get to see what had taken him out?!]

--

Ugh.

[His vision clears to the same circle Jin had noted. His swordhand twitches, he steps to the side- collides with... this unfamiliar man... and instantly, it's raised. His head's swimming. He's so dizzy, and-]

Who are you?!

[It remains levelled at the man- the youth's eyes narrowed. His voice is authoritive enough, but he cannot help it from shaking slightly.]

What did you do!

all good <3! y

[torna]

[ jin frowns. he doesn't reach for his sword because he doesn't need to. he could defeat this human without blinking. so the accusation was annoying. but perhaps this person doesn't recognize him. just a human. no Driver, no connection to him.

he lets out a quiet breath. he's changed after all. his own thinking should reflect it. ]

I have done nothing. I am here the same way as you.

[woedao]

[Uncertainty is writ plain in his eyes, because oh, there's so many contradictions he's wrestling with. This man isn't attired in the enemy's uniform. Nor is he attired in any way Felix had ever seen before, actually. But people didn't just get transported from one place to the other.

It's...
Augh. It's annoying.]

Then you're just in the way.

[He lowers his weapon, glancing down to the circle he'd observed when he'd first found his vision had cleared. Runes. Sigils. ...Magic. Surely the work of some mage.

But he doesn't get it. Rather than transporting him away from the battlefield, why not just blow him up?

...And where had this person even come from?]

ii. pecan pie

[zodiheart]

There is nothing to forgive, truly.

[Elidibus's words are sincere, and indeed his gaze lacks any judgement as he looks down at their hands. Despite their hands being thoroughly stuck together, there's no sign of embarrassment on his end. Or discomfort. This manner of cold does not bother him, and even if it did he would not show it.]

I do not mind a bit of chill. Though this does feel grounds enough for an introduction, considering the circumstances.

[He smiles kindly at Jin.]

I am known as Elidibus, and it is good to meet you.

[torna]

[ jin is quite sure it's a little more than a bit. nothing to cause damage or hurt anyone of course. that would be against everything a Blade stands for, but it isn't something that's meant to withstand prolonged contact.

or maybe it's just been too long. five hundred years since he let go of lora's hand. less than that when he grasped malos'. ]

That seems a bit quick to assume.

But . . . fine. My name is Jin.

[zodiheart]

Perhaps for some, yes, but I have always looked forward to the meeting of new friends.

[A bit forward to mention friendship to someone he's just met, but better to be honest. There are far too few in Town to go about not attempting to make friends, in his opinion, and besides, he is always willing to learn more about other worlds.]

[At the very least, better him than anyone else to be exposed to this cold. He's sturdier than most.]

Welcome and well met, Jin, to this strange crossroads. I do not suppose you know how long this trick is intended to last?

felix hugo fraldarius | fire emblem: three houses

[woedao]

(nameday: markets)

[Felix hadn't been remotely inclined to write his name on a brick, nor to add it to the wall. It was only because he didn't know about this place that he'd hung around long enough to learn the significance of the building effort- dismissing it with a soft huh and heading out, on his way.

...Not that he knew where his way even was. He'd settled by the markets- his head bowed at a stall selling all kinds of brightly coloured crafts to commemorate the occassion. A storekeeper engages in bright, perky conversation with him- or tries her best to, anyway- to be met with a flat response.]

Let's spare us both some time. I don't have any money- and I'm not interested in what you've got to say. I'm just looking.

[How rude! The storekeeper blanches, before telling him to get lost- and muttering something about windowshoppers.]

(pie week)

[Magical food was something that Felix had absolutely no experience with. Let alone food that changed the way one thought.

What had just happened was a tragedy which should have been immortalised through the ages. It'd started so calmly. Just a normal scene one would find at any sort of festival of a youth finding his way through a crowd, scoping out a spot to eat a delicious baked treat. But then things had taken a turn. A rather dramatic turn, and so very quickly.

Someone had jostled him. Someone else had bumped into him. But then someone- some laughing, grinning idiot- had the audacity to snatch the perfect pie from Felix's protection- and lob it- with a loud guffaw- right at their friend. A harmless act, most would think. Rude, bordering on obnoxious, others would attest. But to Felix, someone that was under the sheep pie's thrall- anathema.

He barely knew what he was doing when he'd silenced that guffaw with an uppercut so deft, it'd damn near caused the man to spit a few teeth. He'd not thought anything when the introduction of his knee to the idiot's midsection made him practically spew blood out through his stupid grin. Nor even, had he considered much of ducking past the raised punch the moron intended to return to him- to grab his arm, twist it behind him, and strike the backs of his legs with kicks hard enough to get him down. An openpalmed blow to the back of his head keeps him that way.

The shrieks of some in the crowd in close enough proximity to see what happened should have had him cease. But no. Felix should have gone for his sword when he sees the man's friends (two. one wearing the guts of his pie still, on the side of his face) fast approaching. But he puts up his hands- gritting his teeth- and fully prepared, thanks to the pie's magic, to enact a furious vengeance or go down trying.]

pie week

[perfectteatime]

[ It's not hard to locate the commotion, and Byleth being a professional meddler, doesn't even hesitate when he hears the screams. He exists now mostly in a state between half dragon and half human. Unfolding his wings, the sound of the feathers deftly beating the air announces his arrival before he swoops in, kicking his legs out and sending one of the attacking men tumbling and sliding. ]

That's enough.

[ He doesn't shout, but his voice and arrival does manage to quiet some of the immediate crowd. The man's friend looks like he's going to take a swing at Byleth, but a low snarl allows him to rethink his choice and back off to help his fallen pal.

It's only then that Byleth rounds on the third man involved. Despite his face being more bestial, a long velvet snout marked with needle white teeth bared. Long ears that have been pinned back thus far suddenly rotate forward and he lifts his head, relaxing his posture in surprise. His eyes remain the same, frosted minty green as ever. ]

Felix?

[woedao]

[Positive: Only one other man to go.
(Pie magic) Negative: Only one other man to go.

...Oh, and something crossed between a human and a dragon (?!) standing between him and the last one. He should have darted forward. He should have taken advantage of the creature snarling at the other man, and he should have tried his luck against it. The piemagic demanded it.

But he doesn't. The creatures turns at him and...]

?!

[Strange, how this thing- with it's enlongated snout and needly teeth barely resembles the figure Felix had seen just a few days ago- but the eyes and the voice all but scream who he is. He keeps his hands raised, but he does not move. Piemagic dictates that Felix's voice comes out more aggressive than what he would normally like. But perhaps it helps in this instance- just to eliminate the (hated) confusion, the (despised) vulnerability in his shout.]

...Professor?!

[perfectteatime]

[ Well isn't this an unexpected surprise. He looks around at the crowd before shooing them away in his calm, authoritative tone. ]

All right, show's over.

[ Gently, he urges Felix to follow him out of the crowd to a more quiet place to talk. Hopefully. Pie notwithstanding. ]

Come on, let's get you out of here before anyone else gets any ideas. I'll answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.

[ The last thing he wants or needs is to be fighting the locals. He hopes the promise of answers is enough to coax the man into obeying, though Felix hadn't always been an easy student, he liked to think they had a kind of understanding. ]

nameday: markets

[zodiheart]

Many of those that do trade within this place offer a bartering system for those short on currency.

[Elidibus is also looking at the goods, just to the side of Felix. He hands over a small, carved figurine to the irritated shopkeeper and is allowed to pick two of the colored crafts out in exchange. With a nod and a wave of his hands, they disappear with a small warping of magic. Business done, he turns to Felix and smiles.]

Should that be your only barrier, it is one easily rectified. Feel free to discard the information, however, if you truly are just browsing.

[woedao]

Good to know.

[Felix's tone is brusque, but he can't help but take interest in the other. The use of magic causes some interest, sure- but it's appearance that has him. By appearance at least, (and certainly not his voice) Elidibus seems closer to his age than anyone that he had met so far.

The thought (because of his seeming age) that he could have been some student of Garreg Mach he'd not noticed before today is a brief hope. But it's quickly squashed. Elidibus' garb is too unfamiliar.

Slowly, he places back what he had been examining. And...]

I'm not looking for anything like this. Thanks, though. Bye.

SLAMS INTO THIS FINALLY. markets!!

[boarishboy]

[ While Dimitri was planning on writing his name on a brick and aiding some of the building efforts, he's waylaid by catching sight of a familiar face. He had expected himself and Byleth to be the only two from their world left now that Caspar had left but the possibility of others arriving at any time was there. ]

-Felix! [ The shopkeeper passes a glance to Dimitri with a raised brow. He's clearly familiar to people here at this point but might not be his old friend. At least, not now that his dragon changes have truly taken form with golden gilded scales and tall horns. ]

It's... really you. [ Sorry, he's just

still surprised! For him, it's been months since he last saw the other boy. But for Felix, perhaps no time had passed at all. ]

<3!!

[woedao]

[Ugh, ugh, ugh.
That familiar voice, something he could not forget- no matter how he had wished to.
It causes... reticence(?) to creep throughout him, rising in a swell not unlike nausea.

Were this the monastery, he'd have ignored Dimitri entirely. He'd have marched away- not without a snide, underhanded comment about the baying of the beasts in the wilds outside being particularly loud that day.

He wants to. Goddess- he wants to.
But he does not. He needed him. They're friends no longer, in Felix's mind. But they are allies, and he is sworn to him... and in this strange place, Felix needs him- as much as it pains him to admit.

So he turns. He's practically bristling; but he does turn. His eyes are dark as he closes the distance.

Where are we. / What happened / We need to get back to the others, he wants to say. For in his mind, his prince is the same figure he'd- just a night ago- fought with on a battlefield.

But as soon as he catches sight of the ...features on him, he can't say anything even close to cordial.]

...
A horned boar. Should you not have tusks instead, beast?

[Well. That didn't go well. And there's still more venom to go.]

And where's your dog?

[Dedue. Poor Dedue.]

pie week

[peoplepleaser]

[Well, that escalated quickly.

It would be an even greater mess for this to become an all-out brawl, so Kabru steps in the middle of the fight before the two sides can clash again, the silver feathered wings on his back spreading to block the two sides from each other's view. (He may hate that the wings are there, but he can't deny their usefulness right now.)

His hands are raised, but in a pacifying gesture, a calm smile on his lips. He turns to the single fighter first. He's the more dangerous party here-- the other men are not combatants, maybe they know how to throw a punch but they're not trained. It's obvious in how they move.]

I believe you've made your point. You have them severely outmatched, and you know it.

[His gaze shifts to the pair of men approaching.]

They know it too. [He nods towards Felix's sword.] He hasn't even drawn his blade, and you're both unarmed. Take care of your friend, get him cleaned up, get his head looked at.

[One of the men falters, a little bit of higher functioning returning as his eyes do indeed dart to the sword at Felix's belt. The other (the one with pie on his face) just growls and charges at Kabru instead.

Kabru doesn't flinch, side-stepping the charge, grabbing onto the man's arm in one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other, folding the arm behind him to press against the small of his back and swiftly bringing him down to his knees with.]

Hm... [Is his pride and rage truly that great, or is there something else at play here? He's seen a lot of pie-adjacent odd behavior today. Kabru keeps the struggling man pinned to the ground, looking up at the swordsman.]

Could you get me a cloth? A rag, a spare shirt, anything will do. [The direct request, and the distance, might help him snap out of whatever pie-induced rage haze he's fallen into, if Kabru's theory is sound.]

[woedao]

[Wonderful. Felix would think. Another human-turned monster.

Yet it is not a thought that is thought. There was no real thought really. Not in decking someone for the sake of a lost (free and therefore easily replacable) sheep pie. Not in the fact that this winged person intervening irritates him far more than what it really should have done- evoked shame.

But alas. He's not in his right mind- even if Kabru's nullification of the man evokes something else- respect for the strong- underneath the piemagic. Still. At the request, he sneers.]

You expect me to soil something of mine for him? That weakling? [A scoff. Piemagic in full force. Just the thought was anathema.] No. Get your rag from someone else.

[A flat refusal. Fortunately enough, one of the onlookers- a diminutive figure- offers Kabru her handkerchief. Felix only watches, his eyes cold.]

Elidibus | Final Fantasy XIV

[zodiheart]

Nameday:

[Despite the levity in the air there is a melancholy air that hovers around Elidibus. He's turning his brick over and over in his hands, yet to be inscribed, thinking deeply about the names of those he would likely never see again. It seems strange to leave a permanent mark upon this world when others will never have the chance to do so, simply due to whatever happenstance had brought him here and left them behind.]

[He makes an easy decision. Bringing his draconic claws to the fore, he begins to write his name in its place on the face of the brick as expected. But he does not stop there. He means to decorate the edges with the symbols representing all the rest, even those who have come to be in this place. His people, his friends.]

It falls to me to ensure they are remembered, then.

[He gets to work, and can be found there by the wall, completely absorbed in his task.]



Dragon Dance:

[Elidibus gives a bright smile and a polite bow to his dancing partner. Randomly assigned or not, they will find him adapting to whatever style of dance they prefer, either leading or following based on their strengths. It does not take long for his dragon form to begin manifesting itself - Nannan and he had always been close.]

[Soon, his wings are joined by all the rest of his draconic features, and a few steps more has him entirely transformed. Usually his size is formidable, but he's purposely kept it manageable for dancing's sake.]

[He gives another bow, four-legged this time, dipping his head low.]

My apologies for the abrupt change. Shall we continue?



Wildcard:

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Zagreus | Hades

[escapeattempts]

{Arrival}

[Arriving in strange places out of the blue is, honestly, nothing new for Zagreus. Admittedly he's a little uncertain as to how he's gone from a labyrinth to the middle of somewhere snowy, but the idea is at least familiar enough. As is the chill in the air. It's not comfortable, certainly. But if he can handle the chill long enough to manage fighting, he can manage long enough to figure out where he's ended up.

Or at least, that's his plan. What actually happens is no sooner than he's actually managed to get his bearings than a monster appears. And that he knows what to do about. Or at least, mostly. He doesn't know what an elemental is and barely recognizes the creature as one. But he has at least a weapon, even if it's nothing more than a shield.

A shield that seems to not be working quite as well as he might have hoped, as the elemental neatly dodges the shield hurtling towards the air at it.]

Ugh, again?

{Name Day}

[Once he manages to deal with the monster that he'd all but arrived on top of, Zagreus wastes no time in seeing what exactly there is to see around the place. Especially given that he half-expects that before too long he won't have the chance to any more. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't make the most of it. Even if it is still more than a little chilly - and he is still absolutely not dressed for it in the least. He doesn't even have shoes, though if he's bothered by that he isn't saying anything about it.

Instead, he pauses once he comes across the wall full of names. He doesn't recognize any of them, sure. But he wouldn't really have expected to either.]

This is a tradition here, then?

[He sounds more curious than dismissive. Like he wants to learn about everything that's going into it, even if it's just names on a wall.]
->just got here
->no idea what the traditions of this place are even *like*
->still not wearing anything other than his usual

{Dragon Dance}

[The idea of dancing is at least something that's familiar to Zagreus. Not so the actual dancing. True, it's clear enough that it's meant to be some sort of ceremonial thing - the clothes he's been dressed up in make that clear. (And it seems he has steadfastly refused any shoes that might be intended to go with the outfits, likely out of concern that he might not leave them in a wearable state afterwards.

The rest... that he has concerns about. Not least of all for the fact that he's only just learned he's meant to be sharing his soul now (which is, actually, a little concerning, or would be if he let himself think about it for any length of time). Unsurprisingly, then, as soon as he's actually gently nudged in the direction of another person, all those concerns turn to speech.]

Look, I'm sure this is an important ceremony. But I don't think I even can do any of the things we're supposed to be doing.

[He certainly doesn't have any instinctive ideas, and the instincts he does have probably aren't very useful, here.]

Dragon Dance

[zodiheart]

Try not to worry overmuch on the process itself.

[Elidibus stands across from Zagreus clad in his own strange garments. They feel strange to his usual robes, but he is glad they at least allowed him to keep his mask strung around his neck. His partner is definitely more unsure about the situation than he is, and that won't do at all.

[So he cracks an impish smile and extends his hand.]

Come, now, if we are to both be made fools, let us do so together. Or, perhaps you may surprise yourself.

[escapeattempts]

[Unsure is about right. Admittedly a lot of that is due to the fact that this is all quite a lot to take in all at once. But even so, there's no mistaking the fact that he doesn't seem to know what to make of it.

On the other hand, he does seem to take Elidibus' words to heart, nodding his understanding.]

Just consider it another thing to try, hunh?

[That he can do, and there's a bit more confidence in the nod that follows.]

Alright. I can't promise I'll be any good at the actual dancing, but sure. Let's try.

[And with that, he does indeed take Elidibus' hand.]

Lahabrea | Final Fantasy XIV

[abyssalflames]

{Pie Week}

[There are many strange things Lahabrea has seen come and go during his time here. This is perhaps one of the most inexplicable. Not for what is present nigh everywhere - he is more than familiar with the idea of pie - but for the fact that he cannot for the life of him tell why it seems to be everywhere one should happen to look.

Not that he lets this keep him from being tempted all the same, and so he can be found with a slice of pecan pie in hand, even as he turns to whoever should happen to be nearby.]

Have you any idea what this is meant to celebrate?


{Dragon Dance}

[For all that Lahabrea cannot say he has seen much of this celebration's like in his time here thus far, he has to admit to some amount of familiarity to ritualized celebrations. Nor can he deny that he is among the dragon-bonded, given that rare is the occasion that he does not have some aspect of his draconic half showing. True, he cannot much say that he is what he would consider to be a good dancer. But neither is he about to turn down the requests of those wishing him to participate.

Even if it does mean being made to wear clothes that he might not otherwise.

Still, there is no outward discomfort in his expression as he turns to whoever happens to have joined him.]

Shall we begin, then?

Pie Week

[zodiheart]

I do not have the faintest idea, despite working in the bakery myself.

[Elidibus had been browsing the pie himself, attempting to decide which he'd like to sample. He knows from experience that all of it is delicious. But he is, at present, quite spoiled by choice.He turns to ask Lahabrea what had made him choose the pecan when he runs into the man, face-first.]

[...and finds himself unable to pull free.]

Oh, no.

[abyssalflames]

[It's not a particularly enlightening answer, true. But Lahabrea still offers a nod all the same. Even if neither of them quite know the reason for it, Lahabrea cannot say he has any complaints.

Or at least, he does not until Elidibus runs into him and then finds himself unable to pull free. Nor are his attempts to pull away shortly thereafter any more successful.]

Ah. I see there has been mischief afoot.

[A considering pause, and then he speaks again.]

Shall we retire somewhere more private until such time as this wears of?