#now that they've done his quests and like trying to figure out which to do next or explore next lol

[aro-tarot]

Earlier my brother was telling me about how what's driving him to see more of the story of BG3 is seeing more of Astarion and his romance.

And like, ah yes, I see he has fallen into the same trap of doing everything in BG3 for Astarion.

#will I ever be able to romance any of the others? #I don't think I will #and the milestones in the game feel more like each bit of his dialogue or scenes #or dark urge scenes since I've been playing my paladin so much #now that they've done his quests and like trying to figure out which to do next or explore next lol #des says stuff

[hedgehog-moss]

In my neverending quest to keep Pampérigouste from achieving her dreams, I have launched a formal investigation into her last escape, which I had no explanations for at the time.

I figured it out! At the far far end of her pasture, near the road, a few fence posts have become more or less horizontal (the ground is quite wet / muddy there so they've never been very stable, especially with Pirlouit using them to scratch his forehead)—so instead of a high jump + long jump combo to get to the road, Pampe just had to clear the long jump over the ditch. Which is still impressive.

I also suspect that she chose to escape from this place near the road on a snowy morning as a deliberate strategy, knowing the snow plough would erase any traces of her jump, thus preventing me from discovering where the weak spot in the fence was. Well done.

You need 2 people to fix these fence posts so in the meantime I decided to kill two birds with one stone: cut all the broom and thorny bushes in this corner of the pasture and use them to form a discouraging barrier. I set to work earlier this week, and here's the same place as above, mid-process:

When I texted my mum to tell her about my new thorn-based anti-Pampe plan of action, she said "Like the Maasai who make fences with thorny acacia branches to keep out lions!" and it made me feel even more confident. I mean, I have neither acacia nor Maasai fencing techniques but my thorny shrubs are pretty aggressive, they pricked my fingers even through my thick work gloves—which felt satisfying in an anticipatory way. Excellent! prick Pampe's nose exactly like this. How could a llama not be deterred by a fence material that deters apex predators?

Vexingly enough, she seemed quite supportive of my efforts. At one point she breathed some warm air against my shoulder in a gentle, patronising way.

We were engaged in psychological warfare all afternoon—every time I stepped away from my vegetal fence, feeling like it was now good enough, Pampe would immediately come to inspect it, cheerful and impatient, which sapped my confidence so I would go and add a few more shrubs. (Note that I sort of plaited the first / biggest shrubs with the pre-existing fence so they don't go flying on the road, and so Pampe can't just push them aside.)

On the right: Poldine, looking for little fresh leaves to eat amidst the chaos. On the left: Pampérigouste, thinking.

(At this point the barrier was only 20% thorns, and 80% broom—the fact that she waded through it without a care and didn't prick her belly made me go and add more thorny shrubs, and pack them more densely)

It's kind of fun watching Pampe think, honestly. Can I jump over this? Do I have enough visibility? Can I eat my way to freedom (again)? But these shrubs are disgusting. Am I above exploiting my daughter's lack of culinary discernment to achieve my goals? Maybe I should go back to my calculations re: probability of wild boar destruction. I may have pincushions for hands after handling prickly bushes for two hours but I'm helping stimulate my llama's intellect and creativity and that's so important.

I tried to alternate broom and thorny branches so that the non-thorny broom became tangled up with thorns and brambles to form an impenetrable and incomprehensible wall. I will call it this method the salmagundi-fence.

Poldine is in awe of my vegetal installation.

Can I just say, compared to Pampérigouste who constantly has a devilish glint in her eye, Pampelune's face exudes wholesome politeness and moral goodness. It's still hard to believe they're mother and daughter.

I went home once my fence started looking like Maleficent's forest of thorns and Pampe had long stopped trying to wade through it, but I still felt antsy and ended up coming back one hour later to have my apéritif with the llamas so I could keep an eye on Pampe until nightfall.

... where is Pampe?

Oh. Here. No worries!

Still staring at the road. Still thinking.

...

With all that said, please admire my beautifully delirious Forest of Thorns-fence and let me know what you think.

#crawling along #llama drama #(i am not sponsored by kindle i just had it balanced on my knee) #in the photo where pampe is patronisingly praising my efforts you can see a remnant of the police tape from the jungle fence saga! #i should remove it. She was not intimidated by police tape for very long #if ever at all #anyway i've started planting a few interesting shrubs along the road to form a living fence but it's a very slow process #i'm ages away from reaching this part of the pasture

[royal-misfit]

Spoilers for Disco Elysium

Dros is a very interesting character to me. Mainly because I see him as a foil for Harry. Both men are trapped in a past that they've idealized. Harry with disco music and his failed relationship with Dora. Dros with his time in the Commune. This cause both men to isolate themselves; figuratively in Harry's cause and literally in Dros'. Harry's drug and alcohol abuse is his attempt to numb himself to his pain, which causes him to lash out at his friends when they attempt to get him to stop. Dros is also constantly under the influence, having spent decades in the home of the Phasmid and inhaling its pheromones. Both men are consequently stuck in a state of arrested development. Harry stills acts and behaves like a twenty-something, obsessed with partying and living the "disco" lifestyle. Dros, meanwhile, has been in self-imposed exile since he was 16, and still has that teenage mindset regarding sex and compromise. However, both men are also noted to look much older than they actually are. Harry is 44 during the events of the game, but both he and Kim believe him to be in his 60s at first because of the damage all the alcohol and drugs has done to his body. Dros is similar, while we're never given his exact age, we know he was around 16 when he abandoned his post during the war. At most he's probably in his sixties. However, life in isolation and festering resentment at the world makes him look closer in age to René (a man in his 80s). Both men are also extremists for their chosen ideology. Again, probably owing to their arrested development. It's stated in-game that no matter what ideology Harry chooses, he takes it to the extreme. Out-of-universe this is so the writers can satirize the ideology, but in-universe I think it's Harry trying to find an identity for himself. Dros is always a communist, in fact he believes himself to be the last "true" communist in Revachol (and probably the world). If you do the Communist Vision Quest, and become the biggest Commie to ever Commie, he calls you a pedophile and a poser. Dros is a look into the kind of person Harry is in danger of becoming. An isolated, bitter old man with his best days behind him. Constantly moping about how he can never go back to the way it used to be. However he doesn't have to be that. It's not easy, he's probably going to relapse and he might never truly get over Dora, but the game still says he has hope left. When you complete the "Date of Birth Generator" thought you get this line: "You are 44 years old. The bloating may never leave your face, but beneath it - you still have some years. You still have some hope." That's the difference between Harry and Dros. Harry still has some hope left for his future. Dros has none left. To Dros, hope was lost the day the Moralitern and Coalition stamped out the commune. Now he spends his days looking through his rifle scope at a world that has moved on. While Harry loves Revachol, Dros despises it. The city still speaks to Harry, the people still matter to him. Dros would rather see everyone burn for moving on, because why should they move on when he can't? Harry could become someone like Dros, but he doesn't have to. I think that's why this scene has stuck with me so long after I first played Disco Elysium. You see the growth and change Harry makes over the course of the in-game week, and while there some concern that it won't stick, there's also the hope that it might.

#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #harry du bois #Iosef Lillianovich Dros #harry dubois

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-10-02

Lots of neat new things out this week

Listening: New release from We Kill Cowboys, well, not new because they've been playing it live for a year but they mostly run in Cape Town so I didn't get to hear them even when I didn't live a continent away.

Also, finished COUNTER/weight from Friends at the Table. I think I have figured out one of the things I like about Friends at the Table, which is that they behave like a real world Darths and Droids table. They move between a lot of systems and they regularly have players playing at very different scales, often someone plays multiple characters, it's an interesting mix of very, very old fashioned TTRPG techniques with some very new styles of games.

The other way it's like Darths and Droids is that they have patently absurd names (Territory Jazz, Lazer Ted, Territory Jazz Junior!) and also have a really solid mix of detailed character driven storytelling and extremely silly comedy. Mako really bought all those robots in like episode 3 and deployed them in the final fight. Legendary.

Gonna give it a moment before I move on to Marielda but man. What a good show.

Reading: Digging through some 1999 weblog posts about contemporary server technologies in an abortive attempt at a computer history blogpost. Unfortunately turned out to not be very interesting beyond what can be easily found already.

I did finally track down where a furry writer I read pretty heavily in high school moved to when his website disappeared so that's like a ten year mystery that didn't need solving but damn if it didn't just get solved.

Watching: Movie night once again canned. Idly browsing random comedies on Mosfilm but not really grabbed by anything.

Oh. Conspiracy has a new 64k realtime demo out. I still preferred their 2021 entry but the particle effects here are very impressive, especially for a realtime.

Making: Prototype knife block prints, also picked up someone's scrapped undergrad quadcopter project cheap for parts so I am interested to dig into that.

Playing: Almost done with Breath of the Wild, beat the last Divine Beast (Medoh) and now just have to wrap up.

I was originally planning to finish "Every Main Quest" before hitting the castle but a) one of those requires basically going to the castle, b) the game suddenly spat out an "EX" quest where you do some weird fights on the plateau which I have now learned means it's a DLC thing. I will finish the first one and see how I feel but it's the first in a whole long-ass chain of themed quests that I probably don't care about.

I was also planning on doing the trial of the sword but I really do not enjoy replaying all those levels any time I die. Boring. Not doing it. I'll probably get through that soon.

In other news, new Twinbeard game: Gordy and the Monster Moon, adventure PICO-8 game from Jim Stormdancer. Cute little thing! I had a great time. Legend of Zelda-esque runaround story. You can really tell Jim has a kid these days.

Tools and Equipment: If you like me are trying to consolidate on USB-C for simplicity but you still have a pile of micro-USB devboards and also a watch charger and game controller, these tiny USB-C to Micro-B adapters are handy to just leave plugged in wherever needed.

#last monday of the week #breath of the wild #Bandcamp #Youtube

[quixilvers]

thesis statement

hey, i'm peebs/bee. this is my oc blog where i might also talk about personal writing projects. the jury's still out. i've sort of always wanted to archive all my oc posts in one place like a scrapbook but i don't have the pinterest-user's temperament, so tumblr it is. enjoy if you browse!

rough tag explanation under the cut -

i like emojis. i think they're cute and fun. sue me.

🍰 - my "slice of life" ocs. i dreamt up a lot of these characters in high school and they've done a lot of growing with me over the years, but i don't have any particular story for them. i just sort of shake them around in a jar every few months.

👑 - AFT, aka "abstract fantasy thing," the first attempt at a fantasy novel i ever made. i had a lot of grand plans about shady political plots and faked deaths and forest witch macguffins that never quite came together, but i was also 15, so.

💀 - "necromess" (can you tell that placeholder titles are killing me?), my high school necromancy novel. the rough outline is that a band geek with necromantic powers (largely unexplained, a la pushing daisies) accidentally hits the star lacrosse player with her car in the middle of the night and is forced to bring him back to life, but he doesn't come back quite right. to fix him she has to get to know him through the popular crowd he hung out with, and she might uncover a more sinister plot by the school's queen bees along the way.

🌲 - the coparenting emoji. all of these ocs actually belong to my best friend snail, but we've been writing together for over a decade now, so the line of who actually owns whom is in constant flux.

🔍 - mystery girls. this is a small-college murder mystery i started developing while attending a small college. go figure. when max's boyfriend justin turns up dead, she's forced to link up with justin's sister jessamine, justin's tutor yvette, and rylan, the last person to see justin alive, if she wants to figure out what happened to him. they all kind of hate each other in a homoerotic way.

✨ - "refraction," my magical girl group. this is another one that never got off the ground, but i wanted to try my hand at writing epic fights and conceptualizing fun and unique powers.

🔮 - "noire," my urban fantasy detectives. i'm talkin dingy smoky office with a frosted glass door. i'm talkin run-ins with the mob except the mob is comprised of gatormen. i'm talkin magical freelance autopsy. this is a vibes piece first and foremost.

⚔️ - QST, or "quest" if you're regular. high-fantasy prophecy story in which the chosen one must march toward his death knowingly, because he's just that selfless of a guy, while the wizard guiding him forth and the rogue tagging along to "make sure he doesn't fuck up" fall deeply in love with him. and each other.

🪦 - "spectral distancing," a short story i wrote during pandemic isolation. it follows cleo, a college kid with a summer job cleaning up graves, and the ghost of a dead woman who follows her home. having recently lost her older sister to a car accident, she handles this new visitor in an extremely well-adjusted way. her friends murphy and will exist in the background to support her and also so i can dream up increasingly indulgent ot3 scenarios with them.

🌙 - "a night in castle de lune," aka "whoops, all monsterfucking!" nell needs a magical cure for her brother's illness and sneaks into the creepy vampire castle on the outskirts of town to steal it from his hoard. a whole host of creatures stands between her and her goal—but she'd do anything to save her brother.

to reiterate, mostly i'll be archiving my main blog's oc posts and categorizing new ones here, but if the spirit moves me i might post writing excerpts too. thanks for reading if you made it this far 💚

#buzz #pinned post #i've thought of nothing else but starting this blog for like a week now. imagine that

[feiiizhu]

⟡⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅|| UNPROMPTED;; Anonymous asked: opals gf is in fort.nite yay

// Yessss! I saw! I'm so excited. <3 Of course, guns don't really work in the avatar universe. But I've been an avid fort.nite player since Chapter 1 season 3. Andddd they've been going CRAZY with crossovers since Brie Larson joined and RUINED the character Paradigm. Ruined the entire story tbh. And yes, there was a story in fort. IT WAS A FANTASTIC STORY. We would get weekly story updates and quests for the story. We would get character voice lines and get to know the characters. Everything was linear. And now, there's so many crossovers. There's no story. At least my friends and I- who have been playing the same amount of time- we can't find the story. Each season has their own story. Nothing's really linear anymore. It's heartbreaking. It's a million dollar game. Maybe more. I don't know. I'm terrible with numbers. I have dyscalculia. Like, the last we heard of the seven, was the last time the story made sense. I hope that things get back on track at some point. Because I miss my reoccurring favourites like The Scientist. The Seven in general. It's been confirmed that they'll be doing a dis.ney crossover. Which, Marvel they have done many times before. But if we go deeper into the other dis,ney stuff... What the heck. Imo, there are too many crossovers. I'm excited for Korra. I am. But another part of me can't make sense of how she would fit into the lore. At least what's left of it. Like, I can't even tell you what the last 5-6 seasons were about. Again, I hope that they focus on the storyline that was present through chapter 1 to what...early chapter 4? or something like that. I keep playing despite the game having no story.... trying to figure out the story??? I think??? there's a new head writer? Because Mean Mr.Mustard started off great. But something along the end of his era went horribly wrong. I don't know what it is. But I hope there's a positive change for the game.

#:x: random babbling ( ooc )

[isaacathom]

giving my ttrpg characters goals at the outset is something i really should do more of

like. so Naielle has the goal, however vague and ephemeral, of 'doing good things using her warlock pact', to make the whole affair 'worth it' in the long run. that means she ends up doing the main quest of her campaign, and only rarely deviates from it to stand by her moral principle, because they largely align. its not a huge goal. but it does inform her. there's the side goal of reuniting with her fiancee, but at the campaigns open she considered that very secondary, and a long ways off. now its a bit more complicated, but she would not consider for a moment leaving the jeopardy to do that. not unless she thought she could get back.

florian had a nominal goal of getting enough money to pay off his debts, which is what brought him into the party in the first place. thats a goal thats thoroughly been left in the dirt, in part because he now reasons that it hardly matters what debts his father had accumulated when the old bastard has probably been killed by invading soldiers. he's a free man at this point. he doesnt even plan to go home, for fucks sake. so he's just chilling. but the goal was useful for the early campaign to figure out his vibe - now we're coasting on accumulated trust and the like.

zimri's the really unfortunate one, because the nature of the adventure path means they dont know what theyve done and where they've been. zimri has no personal goal, not one they can make headway on through the quests course. earn money to start up another bookshop when they get back? eh. poor zimri. theyre just along for the ride.

whereas all these hypothetical bitches ive got running around - pirates and paladins and moon witches - all have clear goals, external to whatever campaign quests might arise, or smth. the quest would inform them, the goal inform the quest, but they are separate. technically. the moon witch's concept suggests the quest is the goal but on a slant, because shes an antaognistic concept, but heyo. pirate and paladin out here trying to get wealth and resources to do specific things, help specific people, where the actions taken to acquire those things are secondary. well, maybe less so for the paladin, who is deeply principled on the matter, but the pirate wouldnt give much of a shit the method so long as it had the result she wanted

idk. goals are neat.

#i just want excuses to ramble about my ocs lmao #the pirate was one of my first character concepts and i clean forgot her until a few months back doing 'research' #(reading my blog) and going oh! well damn. so shes back in the shuffle #paladins the recent one. moon witch has TECHNICALLY been played but she and Devin aren't really the same #so while they have a common origin the result is different. doesnt count. devins not the moon witch

[ridreamir]

Bro I just had an idea

So, a personal HC of mine is where the player that falls in Hisui forgets their past life, but has still somehow retained all of their knowledge on Pokémon. So like whenever Laventon or Rei is with them, and sees a new Pokémon, like a Goomy for example, the player just “oh yeah that’s a Goomy.” and spits out knowledge no one knew about it.

I imagine it absolutely baffles people when they do it, but people get so interested they can’t help but listen, and bonus points if they start yammering on about a Pokémon that’s not even in Hisui. Like Oddish(the Mon I originally thought was for the three-leaves request), or Aerodacytl.

And if you’re still on an Ingo kick, extra bonus points with a side of brownies if they start delving into a Pokédex-brain rant and start talking about a “Unovain Zoroark” and a “Basculin that can’t evolve”.

That one springy tail quest (I won't spoil!) had me thinking that spoink was in the game, so I'm definitely with you there! The actual answer wasn't my first thought when I read the quest's hint, hahaha! I'm still trying to keep author commentary short, so I'll stop rambling now and get to it!

.

. Even though you're considerably the most clueless person in all of Hisui given your lack of fashion sense, etiquette, and overall understanding of anything diplomatic, it's a bit of a trade off in comparison to how well you do with Pokemon. Well, mostly. Sometimes you get a little... confused. How you managed to even find an Oddish in the land of Hisui, no one quite knows, but Laventon has been so perplexed he's made a collage board of possible ways the Pokemon could have gotten here, though the lady who asked for a Pokemon with three leaves had been quite impressed with your dedication. That wouldn't be the last time you'd done something similar... One conversation with an Alolan Native later and you've been wondering where all the Meowth, Spoink, all of these different Pokemon species you can think of being found in Sinnoh-- Hisui, have gone, and why they're not here. You've been wracking your mind to try to figure it out. Had most of the modern species been stowaways, the result of foreigners inhabiting the land? Were they simply in hiding still, waiting for peaceful times before they'd show themselves once more? There are myths out there that you know of for certain that might account for the lack of species in the region. Laventon of course greatly enjoyed it when you rambled out in the field about how "Wingull" should be along the coastline and how "Caterpie" should have been super common to the point that even children could capture them without a problem before, because a few of the Pokemon you've named he's actually been familiar with, which leads to an even greater mystery-- Where did you come from for you to know so much about Pokemon?

Even better, for those he didn't know, does that mean they without a shadow of doubt exist? Even the few that are nothing but myths according to the education he received when he was still studying in Galar? It's all incredibly fascinating. However, you're not the first person to go on about things like this. And by no surprise, sometimes when sitting in on lunch with both Ingo and yourself, Laventon and Rei get to hear all sorts of outlandish stories shared between the two of you-- the resident time and space stowaways. The fact that your stories both line up is what makes this so much more incredibly eerie. Warden Ingo doesn't have all of his memory intact, so for the continuities to be shared between the two of your separate recollections, there's got to be some amount of truth to it after all. And, well, neither Laventon or Rei can really imagine a Zorua with short black fur, nor an aggressive Basculin with red or blue stripes, and definitely not a tiny red Braviary (It's not really that tiny, but they've incorrectly imagined a Starly sized Rufflet with red feathers), but they're growing even more eager for the expeditions of the future when they can possibly meet such fascinating Pokemon! Perhaps that's why Arceus has elected to keep the two of you in Hisui for the time being after all.

#pokemon legends arceus #reader insert #pokemon #warden ingo #professor laventon #galaxy team #pokedex #pokemon universe

[everyothermouse]

Hey hey heeyyy

May I ask what the FUCK happened there ^v^

My heart?? Burst thru my skin and jumped out the window

HAHAHA YEAH YEAH,,, I'm gonna put it under the cut cus I KNOW I'm gonna be rambly as hell lmaoo

ok BASICALLY eliana and Harley finally really talked for a bit and connected their shirley dilemmas, and long story short they decided they were gonna go on an adventure into The Dark (the magical nightwalker based land that the forest turns into at night- very dangerous for eclipsians because they can be drained of their energy to the point of death (by moon plants or nightwalkers), less scary for daywalkers who can't get leeched as well.)

Nina tags along to support her dumbass's who think a fae is their bestie (although she's also curious abt Harleys whole thing) but also to have a 2 to 1 daywalker to eclipsian ratio, for better safety. But now we sidebar, because you know who else other than Harley are eclipsians who shouldn't be going into The Dark? Emerson and Grayson. Do you know which curious, adventurous, nightwalker lovin little shits are absolutely gonna try to sneakily follow along when they see Harley going into The Dark? ... yeah you can guess

But the problem with emi and graci is not just that they're eclipsians, it's that they're bastards. They've been setting traps for nightwalkers for months. They think they haven't been working, but oh, they have, and they're fucking ANNOYING AS HELL, but it's mostly fae getting trapped and said fae can call their fae circle buddies to come free them, still really annoying process. So MAN do the fae hate these children, they annoying af, and it's hella embarrassing to be duped by a 10 year old, especially when u can't get them back because stupid satyr and elves are watching over them all the damn time 😭 so yeah it was a lucky day for one special fae to see the bane of the fae circle just walking around The Dark, fae have a LOT more power in the dark so they were damn ripe for the picking B) [note: shirley isn't part of the fae circle, shirley has been part of Thomas's territory since like a week after he died and ghosts are VERY territorial, so there wasn't much room for recruiting lil fae shirley cus ghosts r pissbabies and won't let u on their property.]

So just to fuck with em and maybe get a new fae recruit if these gremlins happened to be elves by now they searched into their spirits just to pick up something to work with to really freak em out, and they found just the thing B) turning someone is usually done through blinding them with light, being either strong emotional force, sunlight, or moonlight, so forcing forward a very painful memory of loss in two people who barely remembered it as they were now was a pretty good way to uh, enlighten them as you will. So :) they tried to let them into the 'memory web' by presenting as the lost figure, shirley, and to lure the two in and painfully force flood in all the memories.

By this point the trio on they quest had realized the twins were there, but thought it'd be fine, they just have to find either Daniel's house or a daywalker guide to get the children home, but the fae had already set their mark. Harley was able to cover Emerson eyes to pull him away, but Grayson was standing a few feet away, a few feet closer, and no one could come nearer to him thanks to how repellent and upsetting the form was to the others outside of its target (especially Harley and Eliana, it's like someone wearing a horribly fitting skinsuit of their shSunrise.From there they split up:

Eliana forced herself away, only so she could come and take out the fae from behind with her axe (fae did not die, it's false form just wore off), but Grayson had already begun transformation- as soon as the fae was gone, he turned and flew off the scene, completely delirious and desperate to escape the burning light he saw all around them and the pounding pain in his head. Eliana set out on her way with her axe to try and find him, resolving that she could find shirley another day, but for now the other 3 needed to get back to town and she needed to find

After Nina left with Emerson, Harley still held on to finding shirley- this had been making his life hell for months and he was POSITIVE now that they were real, and that they NEEDED to find them. Harley wouldn't come back to camp until the next day, with all of his sibling in one place for the first time in years, but with Emerson and Grayson turned and refusing to let go of eachother, charlie pissed at both Harley and the existence of this new sibling, and shirley very guilty and concerned and also kind of a total mess from finally having their life back in some way.

Nina took Emerson to run back to town, but Emerson fought the whole way- before they could get back he pulled himself off her and ran back into the woods, before spotting his brother up in the highest tree in the forest- he climbed and climbed a lot trying to reach him, and nearing the top on the verge of passing out he underwent his turning from a human (yeah, been a couple months, they've developed into their human form by this point) into a demon, out of his desperation under the boiling sunrise. Nina alerted the camp of the missing child, who then set out now that The Dark was closed again to try and find the boys, or what was left of them.

SORRY THAT WAS A LOT OF READING I JUST DONT WANT TO MAKE U WAIT EVEN LONGER FOR ME TO TRY QND WITTLE THIS DOWN 😭 HOPE U ENJOY THE LORE,, EMI AND GRACI ARE BOTH MOSTLY FINE BTW

#SORRY IF I EXPLAINED THIS BADLY.... IM BAD AT WRITING BUT U GET THE IDEA #not art #hwgsgahwgs sorry this took a minute to write #im just excited my two storylines finally got to crash and burn into eachother 😭/pos /pos #blinding light au #emerson #grayson #nina #charlie #harley #shirley #eliana #🌱

[danieyells]

Thanks for answering my questions! I know it was a lot lmao but I Am Have Questions and very few people informed enough to discuss them with xD

I suppose it is possible they Oniwaka and Co. were being rent from their exceptions and not to Tokyo itself, but I thought the way it worked was that MC rent their connection to Tokyo itself and overwrote it with their own! I hadn't considered your angle before; something to think about haha

If I remember right though, Sitri's wings, and with them his powers, only grew in recently right? Like, a little while before the first Valentine's Event? That's why he had so much trouble controlling them if I recall correctly! But sustaining himself on that energy is one thing that can be explained (though! It's possible that part of Sitri's deep desire for chocolate in general, but valentine's chocolate especially, is the love that gets put into them? Not to say he sustains himself solely on it or anything, but it might explain the strength of his desires ahaha)

Wait. Do those character quests mean that collisions can literally send people into the pasts of other worlds?? Like fr?? And also, does that mean collisions are like, direct overlaps with other worlds and not just illusory versions?

Part of why I'm trying to sort this all out is because I want to write a TAS fic, but I needed a better understanding of how, exactly, the system works, and was basically about to throw my hands in the air and say that actually nobody goes home at all until they've fulfilled their contracts ever and that's that xD I've finished all the story content btw! Including chapter 11 and most of the translated events, except for the Canaan one (gotta get on that, pray I get myself a Dagon 5★)

Does that mean that we contracts are *unfulfillable*? Like MC's connection with Agyo was basically like "I want friend lmao" and then they got their friend, but does that mean that Agyo is trapped in Tokyo until MC decides that they don't want to be friends with him anymore?

Also, do you think that if a Stray Transient does eventually run out of energy to sustain themselves in Tokyo, they get booted back to their world permanently, or do you think they just recover their strength in their home world and then get pulled back over?

Thanks again for answering my questions! I hope that this is proving as interesting to explore to you as it is to me hahaha

I don't mind that it's a lot at all! Lol it was just a surprise. I'm honored to be approached about this kind of thing, and I find it very interesting, yeah! 'u' I love worldbuilding and characterization so thinking about/sharing my thoughts on it for things I like is always a pleasure.

I mean it's possible they're rending their connection to Tokyo, but I feel like that wouldn't take the exception away? Because it came from an interaction they had, not Tokyo itself. I figured they were torn from the exception and the exception and fighting robbed them of all their energy in the proccess of making them a. . .screaming, mindless fighting machine lmao. Like rending a familiar from someone? But that familiar is inside them? If that makes sense? I don't remember if this was explained to begin with let alone how lol I should reread it lol

Sitri's wings did come in pretty recently, and they're implied to be a puberty thing. The problem is that he says they came in "the other day"--which doesn't necessarily mean "two days ago" as convenient as that'd be. The Japanese is even more vague, just saying "When I was taking a bath" without giving a timeframe. But I kinda figured that, until the wings popped in, love from his family was enough to sustain him. Because Bathym doesn't have a family here, really, he has his fans and the guild. But also since his family knew about the wings, saying they were a sign he was growing up, maybe they have a similar power that pops in during puberty and thus were able to feed him others' feelings. But yeah they were new which is why he couldn't control them.

As for the pasts in other worlds. . .time doesn't flow in other worlds the same as it does in Tokyo necessarily. El Dorado isn't even around anymore, time in Shangri-La flows slower than in Tokyo, etc--but these places still participate in the Game despite that. So worlds and timelines aren't entirely stable--after all time's been reset over and over. Also, we have time travelers from Utopia(which is the future???) so if they were forced to conform to a single space-time path that'd be kind of difficult? So, yeah, time and space and memories aren't necessarily stable in collisions. I mean, if a world collided based on memories, who's to say those places are still exactly as remembered? It works for the jungle in Shangri-La because it's a jungle and how much will that change--but the collided oceans are connected to towns in other worlds? Dagon connected islands from various worlds into one, too--those can't all be his own memories or from the same timeframe. Collisions are pretty unstable by definition so it doesn't surprise me that time can get screwed up along the way.

But yeah collisions seem to be actual overlaps of some sort--since Macan remembered that he heard MC's voice that happened in the collision, Xolotl met and saw himself in the collision, etc. And those things had effects that brought them to Tokyo to begin with.

Oh, there's also Nomad's character story where MC was invisible to everyone but Nomad--Nomad could feel them too--because the worlds were unstable under Ikebukuro Coliseum and they reminded Nomad of the prison he was in, causing the Collision.

MC could travel the collision/memory without Nomad around and get accurate information about its layout to help him escape.

If the collision doesn't alter the actual past then there's no way they'd know without Nomad physically with them. . .and there's no way Nomad would know where to go to escape the prison if MC weren't able to get actual information.

Then MC breaks the lights--only Nomad can see them, but they can affect reality/the past in a way that influenced everyone in it. And they're able to escape thanks to information MC gathered about and influence MC had on the world that Nomad would have no means whatsoever of getting/doing on his own.

Then they saw present Nomad who said MC was his, MC tried to reassure past!Nomad that it was okay, they were the same person, and past!Nomad felt betrayed.

Past Nomad sees MC through the transient light and chases after them, bringing him to Tokyo in continued pursuit of revenge.

. . .and present Nomad, now home with Mc and having had resolved the collision, remembered that he'd been chasing MC through the transient light but had travelled to Tokyo to find them--but had not travelled to them. He'd likely forgotten who he was looking for because he was kind of out of his mind at the time and thought he was chasing after his own hallucination to begin with.

Now that he remembers he wanted to kill MC for leaving him but also knows that he's the one who MC left him for, he deems them half a traitor for only betraying the him of the past not the him of the present and lets them off the hook for now.

(nice kabedon--DAMN THE TEN IMAGE LIMIT.)

MC was the one he wanted venegence against when he left Utopia, although he still has to get revenge against the people who turned him into a tiger. But he went to Tokyo to get revenege against MC and made a contract with them without remembering they were the target. He says he won't kill them for now but someday, when his other revenge is done, he'll come after them for betraying him. Until then they're his assistant and they'll be helping him get revenge. If they betray him again--betray him "one and a half times"--they'll become the new priority and he'll kill them first.

But even he said that he thinks that he's crazed for revenge is stupid so MC figured out that he wants them to keep him in check. (He calls them 'traitor' fondly(? He smiles while doing it, I think it's pretty fond) and I wish he kept doing that but it'd probably reveal more to people than Nomad is comfortable revealing lol so he calls you by name instead.)

Also, canonness note, he declares them his detective assistant when he declares them his accomplice--and in the Beach House Andvari he reiterates that's your relationship too. Which means that his character quest is canon across events. And if events are canon--whether through your choices or not(at one point in the story you know Gyobu but you only met him in events until that point???) that means Mc making pacts with everyone could be canon too.

. . .but yeah collisions are just time and space freaking out. Maybe they're past resets of sorts.

And oooh fanfics are exciting 'u' I'll give it a read if you link it! And congrats on reading everything! *U* I've gotta do that myself lol and good luck getting 5★Dagon!! I wanted 5★Tangaroa(someone I have added has him and. . .holy shit he heals himself, he heals allies around him, he's practically invincible) but I ran out of transient stones and I'm poor irl 8'D The Canaan event is fun and also chaotic and will probably give you even MORE questions about how the fuck timelines and collisions work. Because it kinda introduces a new mechanic into the mix. So uh brace yourself?

The problem with "nobody goes home until they've fulfilled their contracts" is that some people just don't have contracts. And their own desires only seem to cause gates to open and take them, not actually bind them--someone from Tokyo(or in Tokyo in MC's case) needs to be their binding agent if they're not like. A World Rep or someone similarly powerful enough to stay on their own(this is a guess--they're probably sustained by being the System and thus stand on the faith of all their people from their world. Alternatively they're bound to Tokyo via MC as the trophy.) Otherwise they wouldn't note that transients disappear eventually if unbound by a contract.

Gullinbursti isn't attached to MC by contract anymore not because MC said "I don't want us to be friends" or anything but because MC refused to make a proper contract with him because he'd misinterpret it. But he's still hanging out, so. It's not immediate. But, yeah, there are probably unfulfillable contracts that can only be broken by death or declaration. Agyo is stuck with MC until MC says he can go lol--I mean they're friends now but it'd defeat the purpose of the pact if they went away as soon as that happened. Because MC wants more and more companions they'll never truly have their desire to have friends fulfilled probably. So anyone summoned that way gets to stay in Tokyo until MC is no longer in it or maybe until MC decides "I don't want people around me anymore/I don't want to see anyone ever again" and truly means it--which will declare their contracts fulfilled and send them home, if they have a home/life to return to.

As for if Stray Transients go back permanently, yes and no. I think they go back and recuperate their energy and they stay home if they don't have an outstanding pact(whether they're aware or not)--however if they were just there because they went into the light and had nothing binding them to the land but that energy/will that brought them, they'd go home without bwing sent back unless they really wanted it again. Thus they can be resummoned, intentionally or otherwise. If MC one day dismisses everyone, regrets it, and says they want their friends back, everyone would come back. But if they didn't ask for everyone to return they'd stay home(disregarding that they'd probably all go NO WE WANNA GO BACK TAKE US TO MC and the transient light would bring them back to Tokyo again lmao.)

So. Yeah, they'll stay home until summoned again, even after they get their energy back, I think. If they don't have a home to go back to maybe they float in the void for a while, kinda like how MC just kinda existed as the Exiles without a home or like how Robinson says they can't stay anywhere forever because they're Wanderers.

(Somewhat related, Shiro mentions in the Apprentice Santa event that it must be hard to import turkey to Tokyo. . .import it from where? Tokyo is closed off on all sides INCLUDING THE OCEAN. That means someone's bringing turkey from other worlds into Tokyo--a business-like summoning contract lol. "Come to Tokyo, bring goods from other worlds, and you can go back until I need more" basically. Using another world like a manufacturing plant lol. . .little things like that make me consider that you can go and come back at the will of a summoner, assuming you donct have an artifact or ability that allows you to traverse worlds as you please.)

Another thing for you to consider if you wanna be a bit more puzzled: remember how much belief plays a part in how things work in Tokyo. Consider. . .if someone claims they're not a stray transient when they actually are and everyone around them believes that they have a contract or guild or something keeping them there even though it's not true. . .are they bound to Tokyo by that belief as long as they're around more people who think they're bound to somebody? Will they disappear if people stop believing them or they're around people who believe they're a stray? Consiquentially if people believe a stray will disappear sooner than later does their timer run out faster? If Ose somehow ran around telling people that transients won't disappear with his ability to make people believe everything he says, do they stop disappearing because no one thinks they will? I suppose he can't lie to nature, but can those beliefs sustain people? I mean belief can cause Oni to be hurt by beans, can cause Behemoth to regain his sense of taste, can cause people from worlds that've been destroyed to become demons because the Angels invading will it to be so. So where does belief's power end and the power of the System kick in? Does the game end if MC puts on Ose's crown and tells the Representaives it's over and they all lost? Or would the alternation of belief on a mass scale cause an Exception by clashing with something more powerful than it? What, since they so value Systems and the Faith that sustains them, to the point that losing Faith in your System causes a full on collapse of the world it holds together(see:Canaan), is more powerful in this game than the power of belief?

#danie yells with anons #danie yells answers #danie yells at tokyo afterschool summoners #long post #tokyo afterschool summoners

[walviemort]

hidden blessing (2/?)

Summary: Killian thought the only thing he was left with after Milah’s death was a broken heart and a thirst for vengeance. It’s not until he gets to Storybrooke, after so many years spent in stasis, that he discovers something else: he’s carrying her child. How does this new, tiny blessing change his path? (Canon-divergent from 2x12.)

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A/N: hey! It’s another update! looks like this might be an every-couple-weeks thing, as I find time to work on it. like the first chapter, this is dedicated to @sherlockianwhovian​ for being awesome. hope everyone is staying safe!

A few days later, Killian had been released from the hospital and was finally enjoying a much-needed uninterrupted nap—or so he thought. When he’d first arrived back at the docks, the prince and princess were also there, attempting to interrogate him about Cora’s whereabouts; why this town was convinced he was her babysitter was unknown to him, so he’d had to disavow them of that notion. (It had also become blatantly obvious where Emma had inherited both her violent streak and her impatience; even if the man hadn’t raised her, she was definitely his daughter—and he vowed then and there that such a fate would not befall his child).

He was already tucking himself into bed on his ship when he heard the commotion above deck that told him the so-called heroes had unlocked the cage containing the giant; the sounds of struggle (and what was hopefully the prince being punched) along with ensuing footfalls running off the ship were the last things he heard before sleep blissfully claimed him.

He was dreaming of what his quarters might look like with a crib next to his bed, toys strewn across the floor, when he was rudely awakened—again. What an inhospitable town.

“Hook?” a feminine voice called out from the deck. “I know you’re here.”

“Bloody hell,” he cursed to himself, throwing back the covers and rising as quickly as he could with his still-sore ribs. Getting his pants back on took more effort than he’d like, but that was all he bothered with.

Barefooted and bare chested, he climbed the stairs to see Regina waiting impatiently. “Yes, your highness?” he asked, not bothering to hide either the tiredness in his voice or his annoyance.

“There you are. My mother sent me. You know, the one you were supposed to kill?”

“Oh, that. Well, I didn't want to deprive you of a happy reunion.” His grin was fake and she knew it.

“Well, it's your lucky day. She and I have made amends.”

“And you're here to thank me? How sweet.”

Regina’s responding smile was equally fake. “Not quite. She wants to know if they've found the ship.”

If he’d had his hook, it would have been on her neck for interrupting his nap for what amounted to little more than a business conversation; she just wanted to know what was going on with the giant.

“Is that all?” he asked when he’d given her the update. “Because if so, I’ve really got some things to attend to here.”

“Yes, that’s all,” she said, but tilted her head in curiosity. “I figured you’d be a lot more ready to get your revenge. You’re typically chomping at the bit for some murder.”

“If I could get some bloody sleep, I’d be more ready for that,” he snapped back. 

She narrowed her gaze on him and looked him up and down. He wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but her eyes stopped at his midsection for a brief moment and widened. Instinctively, he moved his arm in front of him, but that might have been a fatal move. 

Her eyes found his again with an uncomfortably knowing smirk on her lips. “I’ll leave you to your rest, then. See you around, Hook.” And with a wave of her hand, she poofed away.

If she knew, he would deal with that later. First things first: back to sleep. (And maybe some food.)

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After a week of rest, he found his bones were doing much better, though the nausea he’d been dealing with had evolved into full-blown sickness. The pamphlets told him that was normal but it was exceedingly obnoxious. At least his food stores on board were fairly bland.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoy hard tack,” he said to the babe; a different pamphlet told him the baby couldn’t hear him yet, but it was comforting to talk to them—or at least complain.

Much like he’d noticed in the hospital, it was almost whiplash-inducing how quickly he’d rearranged everything in his life to put the child first. But he also knew that, had his life followed a remotely normal trajectory, he and Milah would have done the same. Where he once thought revenge was the only way to honor her, he now knew that protecting and raising this child would be better.

“But, oh love, I wish you were here,” he whispered to the night sky, hoping that wherever she was, she’d hear him.

He read over the pamphlets Doc had given him many times over, until they began to look ragged and he worried they might not make it through the duration of his pregnancy. One listed several books that could be referenced, but given his history with the town librarian—and he being the reason for her current leave of absence—he’d have to make do without them. 

Briefly, he considered seeking out Emma’s help; but based on their last encounter, he doubted she’d give it. Still, though—she was the only one around that had been through all this that he might be able to talk to. Maybe at some point. But not in the immediate future.

One fact remained, though: no child of Killian’s—and especially Milah’s—was safe while the Dark One still roamed free. So once he felt closer to being on the mend, he dug some ginger drops out of storage to hopefully aid the nausea and sought out his would-be allies.

Cora and Regina were deep in discussion when he arrived at the queen’s mansion, but he caught a few key phrases and didn’t care about interrupting. “Where's Rumplestiltskin gone?”

They both jumped at his voice, but were too poised to let it throw them off. “I don't know,” Regina answered tearfully.

A glimmer of hope he hadn’t felt since before the dark curse started to glow again. “Well, if he's left town, then he's powerless. He can be killed.” The ladies went on some diatribe about how they’d lose their magic if they crossed the town line, but he didn’t care. “Well, I don't need magic. I'll go after him alone.”

Regina stood and gave him a look he didn’t like—one that said she knew too much. For a moment, he feared she might out his secret, but thankfully she didn’t. She still lectured, though, “Even if you could find him, do you really think you could just walk to him and stab him in the heart with your sword?”

“Well, I'd prefer my hook, but I can't seem to find that now.”

“You're not going anywhere,” Cora scolded.

“I deserve my vengeance!” he bit out angrily. And, moreso, the security in knowing that his child would grow up safe. The pitying look Regina was giving him told him she at least understood.

Cora didn’t notice, thankfully. “You're right. You do, and with the Dark One gone, we can search for the one magical item that could actually kill him here—his dagger.”

Somewhat ironically, they ended up at the library, searching for...something. Part of him desperately wanted to leave them to their quest and find the recommended books, but much too quickly, Regina discovered the map.

It was easy enough to decipher. But he really should have seen Cora’s betrayal—and subsequent magical assault—coming. 

(At least Regina seemed vaguely apologetic before he was rendered unconscious.)

Whatever. He was more than capable of doing things on his own.

But first—he found those books; hopefully, no one would mind if he hadn’t formally checked them out. (The atlases...well, hopefully no one needed those references anytime soon.)

It took some more surreptitious spying to figure out where the Dark One had gone, and he took more than a bit of pleasure in knocking out the prince to retrieve his hook from storage in the constable’s offices. 

And then he was on his way to whatever this New York City was. He started reading a book called What to Expect When You’re Expecting on the trip there—then locked everything related to childbearing in his private safe on the ship before leaving it. He was confident no one would discover it, but one could never be too careful.

Finding the Dark One was surprisingly easy. 

Stabbing him was thrilling; everything he’d ever dreamed of.

But his fatal flaw was not factoring Emma Swan into the equation, nor the heavy metal canister she threw at his head.

Still, though: he’d stabbed a magicless Dark One with the worst poison known to man; another thing that had been stored in his safe. The last thing Killian saw before slipping into oblivion—again—was his mortal enemy’s prone form, knowing that there was no cure for the venom making its way to his heart.

I’ve done it, love, he thought. He’s done. We can move on. Which “love” that was, he didn’t have time to consider. All he knew was that finally, he could rest, and await whatever came next.

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He’d been in worse brigs than the one he subsequently found himself in. Having his left arm awkwardly chained to a bed frame wasn’t ideal but the Tamara lass fed him, let him use the lavatory as needed (which he was finding he needed to do with more regularity), even allowed him to bathe every few days. (Out of necessity, she’d also provided him with a bucket for dealing with his bouts of sickness; he wrote it off as withdrawal, and she didn’t question it. Not the first time a reputation as a boozy pirate worked in his favor.)

He was far from a willing prisoner, but she’d hidden his hook and always had her gun at the ready, so there were no smart ways for him to try to stage an escape. Besides, Baelfire—because he was the person Emma and the Crocodile had been searching for—had apparently absconded with his ship back to Storybrooke. (Which brought up all other sorts of memories and thoughts.)

“Don’t worry; I’ll take you back to it,” she promised him. If it weren’t for the fact she was constantly peppering him with questions about Storybrooke, he wouldn’t have believed that it was her destination, too. He was careful to not give much away, though; he doubted her goals were worthy. 

“Just when are you planning this trip? You’ve been saying that for two weeks now,” he had to ask her; he was finally starting to get a bit of cabin fever, and was eager to get back to his ship and chart out a future for him and his babe. 

“When I get the sign. Should only be a couple more days.”

He rolled his eyes and went back to his reading; he was nothing if not a patient man. As long as they left before the child arrived, he supposed it’d be alright. He’d have preferred the books he had on the ship but thankfully, only he had the key to where those were locked away. But reading Tamara’s collection of novels was a good way of learning about this realm. Despite not having actual magic, its advanced technology seemed to make up for it. 

Like the shower. Bloody hell, what a marvel! Tamara had to give him a lesson his first time using it, but what a luxury! (And to think it was a standard amenity here...incredible.) Letting the hot water run over him, cleanse his skin and soothe his aches, was the main thing that made this farcical imprisonment bearable. 

That, and it was in there he noticed the first visible sign of his child. Obviously, he’d been watching his midsection with a keen eye, but any changes seemed to be a long time coming. 

But then, at around 14 weeks, he first saw it: his navel was sticking out ever so slightly. Were it not for his minimal diet, he could have attributed it to normal weight fluctuations; but based on the increasing visibility of his ribs, he knew he was probably losing a bit of weight instead of the opposite. 

Still, his point of view of his stomach from inside the shower wasn’t the most reliable, he knew. But when he stepped out and stood in profile in the looking glass, it confirmed it: his child was starting to make his or her presence known. It still only looked like he’d eaten a rather large meal, but considering he hadn’t...bloody hell. Were it not for his prison guard rapping on the other side of the door for him to hurry up, he could have spent hours there staring at it.

It wasn’t long after that he started feeling the first twitches of movement within, as well. Nothing strong enough to be felt from the outside, of course—he thought it might be gas at first—but once he realized what was going on, it was all he could do to hide the tears of joy from his captor.

But he also found himself periodically plagued with guilt, especially with the revelation of Bae’s presence in this realm. Even so long after, he was still haunted by what he’d done to the boy. It was strange to think, but had things gone differently, they might have had the chance to actually be a family—the lad would have been an excellent big brother. 

That chance was probably long gone now, but it only furthered Killian’s resolve to be there for this one—to not do what either his or Bae’s father had done.

“That won’t happen to you, my love,” he murmured late at night, hand over the tiny bump and the tiny babe, gently fluttering within. “Gods above couldn’t keep me from you.”

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#killian jones ff #mpreg #my ff #hidden blessing

[papermonkeyism]

Paper's DnD adventure, episode 11, part 2! (because all the cool kids split their movies in two nowdays, right?)

Anyway. Just came out of the session after this one, so I'm writing this out of the way quickly, so I can concentrate on forgetting to updste the next one. Wait...

Okay, so, a merchant has been murdered, our party found him, and now that we're back at the shipyard and have told Meera's uncle, the uncle is (silently sighing) and getting involved in order to get us out of the soup. Hilja and Kenda are on their dude-fetching quest, so it's just Meera and uncle Reino (uncle also using this as an excuse to teach some rogue tricks to Meera as an in-character explanation for taking dual class in the last level up).

We go to the inn, and uncle gets absolutely plastered, or at least it seems so. He drinks quite a bit, reeks of alcohol and eventually stumbles out, Meera helping him stay on his feet. They just coincidentally happen to stumble across the store building next to the murder scene where we met the assistant woman (Lucy) earlier. Uncle makes sure there aren't anyone to be seen, unlocks the front door and ushers Meera in. He'll stay outside to make sure nobody surprises her from the outside while she's in.

The first challenge is to open the door to a meeting room, as there's a lock and a bell on the other side of the door. (the hinges are also on the wrong side of the door, so I can't just dislocate it. And here I thought I was smart for thinking it, but meh) The lock is really a simple one and is done with really quick, but opening the door without ringing the bell is another thing. The downsides of being too short to reach with your hand... In the end she pushes the door open reeeaaaaallllly slow and careful, wraps a sock on her staff's end as a muffle, sticks the muffled stick into the bell to keep it from ringing and manages to get inside without making much sound. Great! Closing the door is trickier, though, so instead of risking the bell ring again she just jams the door open, so she can get back on her return and worry about closing it when she gets out.

There's another door to a side room, which isn't locked, and she manages to creep through the first room wirhout touching any of the displays in the room, and the next room is just a table and sone chairs and is piece of cake.

She gets to the final door to the small archive room, which has a heavy lock, much more difficult to slide off. Also the hinges are on the wrong side of the door, again, so that's out. She ponders for a good while whether to risk repeating the window fiasco earlier and circle into the room from the outside, or try to break the lock somehow, though Meera worries about leaving marks (I mean I did think she could maybe carve the lock off the door, but that would have taken too long and left too much of a mess). Her pondering gets caught a little short, though, as there are footsteps coming from upstairs. Since there's a chance she might get caught. She puts a cloth on the lock as a muffle and ki-punches really precisely on the latch, and I somehow manage to roll high enough to get 20 (with modifiers), so the lock gets done and Meera slips inside. Inside the room it takes a while to figure out what to do, but in the end there's only two folders that look like they've been in frequent use; there's folders for many individual merchants of the guild, but the dead guy, Jonathan, is the only one actually living in the town, so it's reasonable to think his folder would see the most use. The other recently used one is the to-do one that only has uncle's paper in it, so Meera grabs the folder box. She can't return to the front door, though, as the footsteps have reached the door she wedged open, so the only way out is the window. At least the main point of the stint wasn't to do it completely undetected, but doing it so that nobody could connect them to the event, so she just jumps out, rolls down, gets to her uncle and they return (Meera half carrying his still pretend-drunk uncle) back to the shipyard.

Uncle tells her they'll go through the folder tomorrow after breakfast, and our session practically ends here. (Kenda and Hilja have their dude prisoner, and Meera has her mystery box. Just a normal reunion.)

IRL, though, our DM gives us the ACTUAL box/folder Meera just stole! It was filled with papers (well, cards, but they present papers) that are most likely some kind of receipts, but there's no writing in them (as not all people are literate in our setting) and our job is to solve what the receipts say. Aaaand here we ended our session, after a while of trying to understand what we have on our hands. Fun!

#synkkien salojen maa #long post #like this is short for a game log but it's still long enough that i feel i should tag it just in case