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sticksandbones2024-02-16 02:23 pm
clottedcream) wrote in sticksandbones2024-02-16 02:23 pm
freshly baked
Who: Clotted Cream Cookie and YOU!
What: Get your hot fresh cookies here-- no I mean there's a new cookie in town
When: Mid-month
Where: The inn and also the network I guess, there is a network prompt
Warnings: none??
[Clotted Cream Cookie, the last he remembers, had been out on the trail, searching for fragments of Soul Jam with Financier Cookie and the Pearl Legion. His surroundings then had at least been familiar, with cake roll trees, brown sugar paths, and sugar marble bridges. But after a moment of fuzziness and voices he doesn't know, he finds himself opening his eyes to cramped and dark surroundings, metal and the smell of burnt dough, and a woman opening an oven door with a gasp of surprise.
Not at all traumatizing! Not one single bit!
To his credit, he's taken it well. He's also taken not being a Cookie anymore fairly well. As Consul, he is more than experienced in the practice of conceal-don't-feel, so he meets the woman's kindness with his own. He's given a book, an explanation, and sent on his way.
Except now, now that he's not under direct observation, he's just sort of… processing, as he sits on the steps of the inn. Maybe in a little bit of mild horror, distantly and sort of blue-screen-y. His dough is now soft and riddled with scales in places, his frosting seems to be in individual strings, his boots and gloves fit oddly on his hands and feet. The aforementioned articles of clothing have now been removed to show webbed and clawed fingers and… foot-fingers? And fins? On his ears???
The netbook sits beside him on the steps, ignored. On top of it is a single, freshly-baked scone. Also ignored. Talk to this poor, confused-looking merman?]
ii.「on the netbooks」
[This handwriting is new, and very, very neat and tidy. You can practically feel the legalese wafting off of it.]
Greetings. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. I have recently found myself here, and felt that an introduction was in order. It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances.
I am admittedly curious as to how this book works. Is it magic, or perhaps magichanical in some way? Or does its function remain a mystery?
What: Get your hot fresh cookies here-- no I mean there's a new cookie in town
When: Mid-month
Where: The inn and also the network I guess, there is a network prompt
Warnings: none??
[Clotted Cream Cookie, the last he remembers, had been out on the trail, searching for fragments of Soul Jam with Financier Cookie and the Pearl Legion. His surroundings then had at least been familiar, with cake roll trees, brown sugar paths, and sugar marble bridges. But after a moment of fuzziness and voices he doesn't know, he finds himself opening his eyes to cramped and dark surroundings, metal and the smell of burnt dough, and a woman opening an oven door with a gasp of surprise.
Not at all traumatizing! Not one single bit!
To his credit, he's taken it well. He's also taken not being a Cookie anymore fairly well. As Consul, he is more than experienced in the practice of conceal-don't-feel, so he meets the woman's kindness with his own. He's given a book, an explanation, and sent on his way.
Except now, now that he's not under direct observation, he's just sort of… processing, as he sits on the steps of the inn. Maybe in a little bit of mild horror, distantly and sort of blue-screen-y. His dough is now soft and riddled with scales in places, his frosting seems to be in individual strings, his boots and gloves fit oddly on his hands and feet. The aforementioned articles of clothing have now been removed to show webbed and clawed fingers and… foot-fingers? And fins? On his ears???
The netbook sits beside him on the steps, ignored. On top of it is a single, freshly-baked scone. Also ignored. Talk to this poor, confused-looking merman?]
ii.「on the netbooks」
[This handwriting is new, and very, very neat and tidy. You can practically feel the legalese wafting off of it.]
Greetings. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. I have recently found myself here, and felt that an introduction was in order. It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances.
I am admittedly curious as to how this book works. Is it magic, or perhaps magichanical in some way? Or does its function remain a mystery?
ii
It's good to meet you, Sir Consul. My name is Sesa, weaponsmith, video-game aficionado, a mere mortal yet somehow possessed with limitless powers beyond our understanding-!!
Also I look like this.
[He draws a little dragon under his name.]
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I see! Yes, you are correct. I am a Cookie. Although, in coming to this place, my appearance seems to have been altered somewhat.
[somewhat]
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[It sounds tasty, whatever it is.]
So what do you look like now? Can you describe it?
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[please do not eat him]
Regarding my current appearance, my dough appears to have softened considerably, but it is also covered in patches of scales. Likewise, I appear to have fins on my ears, my forearms, and my legs. It is almost as though I've been partially turned into something from legend, although that cannot account for the softness of my dough or the change in my frosting.
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Oh, you sound like you might be Aegir! Though that could be untrue if you aren't from Terra...and from the sound of things, I have to assume you must not be.
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Is that what this is? Interesting. I met someone earlier that assumed the very same due to my appearance. But no, I am from Earthbread. I have never heard of a place called Terra.
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You probably spoke to Gnosis, if I had to guess! He knows a lot of things.
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Ah, yes! That was his name. He gave me a card.
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I trust that you're staying at the Inn, currently? I stay at the Laboratory that Gnosis manages, so if you ever need anything from me, that is where I would be. There, or the bathhouse.
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I am. Do you work at the laboratory in addition to staying there?
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I do, yes! I am a weaponsmith, so I typically work on repairing and enhancing weaponry. If you have something like that that you would like fixed, I am your Vouivre.
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[Saying it feels... familiar, somehow, in a way he can't place. Strange.]
Fascinating! My weaponry is a bit different from your typical fare, but should it become in need of repairs, I shall keep you in mind. Admittedly, I am quite curious as to what your line of work entails. Are you at all experienced with weapons of the magical sort?
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I'm not sure it would matter either way. The weapons I am used to working with are a bit different and don't require magic to function. But that doesn't mean I couldn't learn, of course.