are you really you?

[purevanillacookie]

[The script that appears in the netbooks is new, elegant. A little... scrombly, as if the person writing isn't used to fingers (he is not) but it's legible.]

Greetings, my name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, please forgive me intrusion, but I was told this was the way to reach out to everyone. I have been given some information about this place, though I must admit I am have a difficult time understanding some things, and there is one question I have which I hope others may shed some light on? Has anyone else woken up here in a body not their own, yet with enough similarities to your former body that you can see the resemblance?

[Haha, what.]

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[simplicitas]

[The handwriting that follows is sloppy and childish. Sorry, good luck!]

That sounds scary are you okay

[purevanillacookie]

[It reminds him of Strawberry Crepes a little.]

I seem to be quite all right, it is mostly unsettling. May I assume by your response this is not common?

[simplicitas]

No not really as far as Ive seen (Ive been here the longest hi Im Elsword)

I guess anything can happen though. Do you remember what you looked like before?

[oleaeuropaea]

uhhh, no, can't say that's happened to me.

... also cool name! i wanna be named after a cookie too! did you pick it yourself? or did someone name you that?

[purevanillacookie]

[WELL, THAT'S TROUBLING.]

Ah, thank you. How truly bizarre! Perhaps a gift from the Grove? Is it? So I may better fit in?

Aha, thank you! If you truly wish a Cookie name, I daresay it would not be difficult to pick one! I was given it upon my birth due to my ingredients! I am a pure vanilla cookie, you see, with no other added ingredients! Hence, Pure Vanilla! Cookie may simply be seen as a surname among my kind, to properly distinguish us from the other inhabitants of the land, such as the Cakes.

[Haha. What?!]

[oleaeuropaea]

i guess that would depend on how you look but. maybe!

... what's all of this about ingredients, though? i don't think i have any ingredients like that. just uh. flesh mixed with blood and muscle and - well. you know. all those parts!

[lupusxylem]

Your name is what?

[purevanillacookie]

Oh! My apologizes, was my script illegible? I am quite getting used to these things.

[He means fingers.

The next time he writes it, it's bolder. Thicker. Steadier. More written and less cursive.]

Pure Vanilla Cookie.

[lupusxylem]

That ain't what I meant.

I've met people with some pretty off the wall names, but you're acting like "Cookie" isn't just a surname. That you're actually a cookie. Like, the kind you eat.

You're fucking with us, right?

[harmacy]

Please stop by the clinic later for a check up. If your physical form has been changed there may be other differences that can't be detected at a glance. It would be problematic if I couldn't treat an injury due to such changes.

[also because he wants to take SO many DNA samples, what do you mean you're a cookie]

[purevanillacookie]

Ah, are you a healer as well? I will gladly come by for a check over, there may be something I have not noticed myself! I feel quite fine, but I am unsure of what is "fine" for this form, and what might not be otherwise.

[FAFO.]

[neckromancy]

Seconding the above. Given the… uniqueness of your affliction, such experimental procedures are likely your best chance at getting the answers you so earnestly desire.

Shall I fetch a glass of milk to dip you into, or do you prefer to be bitten dry?

[His addition is signed - obnoxiously large in comparison to the rest of his penmanship - with, “The Esteemed Princess of House Nightstar,” because there’s no way he’s going to see the name Pure Vanilla Cookie and not be annoying about it. I’m sorry.]

[purevanillacookie]

[Hello, Princess!]

Oh, neither, thank you! I am unsure whether milk would cause the same sogging to this body as it would my previous one! It is already quite squishy. And I do prefer not to be bitten!

[That leads to crumbling!]

[neckromancy]

Seems all the more reason to give it a try, does it not? How else would we go about properly putting the durability of your new, unsweetened form to the test?

We wouldn’t want you to crumble to bits beneath a surprise downpour, after all. Best to do the risky business in a controlled environment, wouldn’t you agree?

Losing a finger or two seems a paltry loss in comparison to a leg, or an arm for that matter.

[dissonanz]

Not necessarily... but at the same time, my experience is a little similar.

I died, before arriving in the Grove, but I awoke as I was just moments before, without any of the injuries.

[purevanillacookie]

Fascinating! May I ask if you experienced anything strange upon awakening?

[Rotting lilies...]

[dissonanz]

A dreadful hallucination before I fled into a snow storm. Not long after, I managed to make my way to the inn, at which point the storm worsened. I've been here ever since.

It's a little personal, but... the hallucination involved the worst outcome of the incident that caused my death. Or, the worst case for me. Otherwise, I'm afraid it's more than I'd like to share publicly right now.

[livlaughlove]

I hope you're not having too hard of a time. [WOLFWOOD.] It sounds like you have even more to deal with than most new arrivals.

[purevanillacookie]

It has most certainly been strange and a bit of a wild ride, but it has not yet been terrible, though it would seem my question and previous being of self has spawned an argument, which I am sorry for. I did not mean to upset anyone.

[livlaughlove]

I don't think you should be sorry. You were just trying to get your bearings, and what other people do with the information gained isn't your responsibility.

I'm Livio. Do you prefer to go by your full name, or is there a shorthand?

[bloodyopus]

[ Their name is what now. ]

...

'Pure Vanilla Cookie'. So, like operators Paprika and Cement?

My apologies. You likely did not know the names I'd just mentioned. But, erm...that sounds like one of the nightmares I have had in the past, or something my mind had tried to convince me into believing. In reality, however...no, I do not believe so.

Are you new here, by any chance, erm...Pure Vanilla Cookie?

[purevanillacookie]

[Operators?

.... Cement?! Paprika is the only thing that makes sense here.]

Oh no, nothing like that! Just vanilla bean, yeast, dough, sugar, butter! I understood Paprika, but I am afraid I do not understand the word Cement.

And there is no need to apologize, my friend. I do apologize if my question has provoked unwanted thoughts or memories.

Yes, I just arrived today.

[bloodyopus]

[ The brain of a great artist certainly works in a mysterious way. Instead of 'food', perhaps his brain was thinking something alongside the category of 'code names that are based on random things'...or perhaps he's just a little on the socially awkward side. ]

Uh, 'Cement' is not food - I meant the actual thing, not the operator - although some operators thought it would be a funny prank somehow to put it in another's drink just so they could say 'you're drinking cement milkshake' but thankfully I have never been on the receiving end of it...

[ Just an observer. Most of the time unwittingly so. ]

However, it's fine. I have had plenty of nightmares. Are you asking because it's happening to you, or because you feel that it might be happening to you?

...I see, though. I'd thought that your question might have stemmed from that. Erm, welcome to the Grove — 'Aldric's Grove', they called it.

[interestingtimes]

Oh, hello. I do not think I've met someone having that problem. Are you alright?

[It's rude to tell someone their name is weird, so pleasantries first.]

[purevanillacookie]

Oh yes! I'm quite all right! It's all quite confusing but I am all right otherwise, thank you for your concern!