07-14-2018, 12:34 PM
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As soon as the tiger noticed her, the dwarfen feline appeared to undergo a strange transformation into a stuttering, slouch of a mess. it appeared her initial observation of purpose made for quite an error on her part - at the surface. The joiner did seem ready to join a bunch of strangers, despite at least a smudge of social anxiety; this implied the stranger did have a resolute approach to achieving her goals. Rosemary, herself, found herself almost painfully asocial at times; she stayed because her goal of connecting with her family surpassed her discomfort around strangers. So, she knew firsthand what the power of a resolute mind could produce despite an outer front of stutters and unease.
"Well, consider yourself a member of the crew then, Calliope," the spotted wildcat replied with a small nod of her head. With a flick of her tail, she added, "There's a small entrance ritual for your first night here, if you'd like to do that - though it's nothing too serious, just drink some local fruit juice and camp out on a small island by yourself. Nothing ghastly." Well, depending on what one's fears decided to surface with the mix of drugs circling through the animal's system, but Rosemary liked to surprise people like that.
Turning her two smaller eyes atop her head to the strange instrument by the tiger's paws, her stoic expression gave way to puzzlement for a moment as she tried to figure out how that object worked. Despite her heavy level of experience in magic and herbalism, she found herself totally lost when it came to other sorts of hobbies - like music. "I don't believe anyone has musical talent here, besides you. That seems useful to me; it's not like we've got much to entertain us with since we're at peace with all the other major groups," Rosemary stated, before gesturing with her paw to the flute. "Perhaps you'd like to introduce yourself to the entire group sometime this week with a performance?" she suggested lightly, hoping that the tiger spoke the truth about knowing how to use that odd thing.
"Well, consider yourself a member of the crew then, Calliope," the spotted wildcat replied with a small nod of her head. With a flick of her tail, she added, "There's a small entrance ritual for your first night here, if you'd like to do that - though it's nothing too serious, just drink some local fruit juice and camp out on a small island by yourself. Nothing ghastly." Well, depending on what one's fears decided to surface with the mix of drugs circling through the animal's system, but Rosemary liked to surprise people like that.
Turning her two smaller eyes atop her head to the strange instrument by the tiger's paws, her stoic expression gave way to puzzlement for a moment as she tried to figure out how that object worked. Despite her heavy level of experience in magic and herbalism, she found herself totally lost when it came to other sorts of hobbies - like music. "I don't believe anyone has musical talent here, besides you. That seems useful to me; it's not like we've got much to entertain us with since we're at peace with all the other major groups," Rosemary stated, before gesturing with her paw to the flute. "Perhaps you'd like to introduce yourself to the entire group sometime this week with a performance?" she suggested lightly, hoping that the tiger spoke the truth about knowing how to use that odd thing.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?