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deernet2021-12-01 09:17 pm
notimeforfailure) wrote in deernet2021-12-01 09:17 pm
video, un:charon
[Lysithea appears on the screen in front of a doorway painted mint green, looking grim, but resolute. Her arm is in a sling and she has obvious scars and cuts across her face and neck, but at the very least, she is in one piece. She couldn't say the same for some of her friends.]
I am one day late.
I am pleased to announce...
[And here she makes a gesture with her good hand, and it becomes clear that this is a recording through the eyes of her Omen. The bird flaps back a few feet to reveal a recently renovated building that looks, if not grand, at least, well... intact.]
The grand opening of the Patisserie Lysitherie. Located in the Willful Machine, [address here], five minutes' walk from the closest Lamp Friend.
[Lysithea steps inside and her Omen follows to showcase part of the interior.]
...I'm sure I've prattled on about my business long enough, so I won't bore you with more details. Just know that our trade rates are exceedingly reasonable, and we seek to procure only the finest ingredients from the docks. It is winter, of course, so temper your expectations accordingly. Additionally, all purchases will come with a package of Weeping Wafers, our first in-house concoction. The taste is nutty and earthy with hints of nutmeg and almond. It's delicate - and not excessively sweet.
Most importantly, it is made with raw, diced Weepers.
After the... occurrences of the previous month, I imagine we could all benefit from their magic. If you seek mental stability, come by and we're happy to provide you with free samples. Don't take too many, though - I don't know what the effects are if you overdose.
...Well, that's all. Thank you for your business.
[...It is evident that Lysithea has no idea how to end this. After a moment, she looks around awkwardly and then dips her head as if in a bow before the transmission cuts.]
[action, ota, at the Patisserie]
[Lysithea will be manning the sweets shop during business hours. Her employees are welcome to join her when they're free - she could use some extra help, given her dislocated wrist. Drop by to sample normal baked goods, Weeper products, or simply strike up a conversation.
On slow days, Lysithea can be found eating her Weeping Wafers and fingering what appears to be an old research journal of some sort.]
I am one day late.
I am pleased to announce...
[And here she makes a gesture with her good hand, and it becomes clear that this is a recording through the eyes of her Omen. The bird flaps back a few feet to reveal a recently renovated building that looks, if not grand, at least, well... intact.]
The grand opening of the Patisserie Lysitherie. Located in the Willful Machine, [address here], five minutes' walk from the closest Lamp Friend.
[Lysithea steps inside and her Omen follows to showcase part of the interior.]
...I'm sure I've prattled on about my business long enough, so I won't bore you with more details. Just know that our trade rates are exceedingly reasonable, and we seek to procure only the finest ingredients from the docks. It is winter, of course, so temper your expectations accordingly. Additionally, all purchases will come with a package of Weeping Wafers, our first in-house concoction. The taste is nutty and earthy with hints of nutmeg and almond. It's delicate - and not excessively sweet.
Most importantly, it is made with raw, diced Weepers.
After the... occurrences of the previous month, I imagine we could all benefit from their magic. If you seek mental stability, come by and we're happy to provide you with free samples. Don't take too many, though - I don't know what the effects are if you overdose.
...Well, that's all. Thank you for your business.
[...It is evident that Lysithea has no idea how to end this. After a moment, she looks around awkwardly and then dips her head as if in a bow before the transmission cuts.]
[action, ota, at the Patisserie]
[Lysithea will be manning the sweets shop during business hours. Her employees are welcome to join her when they're free - she could use some extra help, given her dislocated wrist. Drop by to sample normal baked goods, Weeper products, or simply strike up a conversation.
On slow days, Lysithea can be found eating her Weeping Wafers and fingering what appears to be an old research journal of some sort.]
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Me too. I was doing my best to try and rationalize what was happening. That the parts we saw there were people who gave up their organs to further what the zealots were doing, or at least make it seem humane. But not a thing in there was like that. It was all to cause misery as long as the blood was the end goal. I still can't...wrap my head around what makes people able to see others as things.
[And honestly? Maybe she just never would. She understood now, at least, an enemy that want to obliterate you had to be beaten, even if the end result was death. That didn't mean she liked the idea of it happening].
The talking is helping. A little bit.
[She nodded. Tea and talk were definitely giving her a little more room to think about everything, at least].
I hope they're all right. They would have definitely needed help getting out of there.
I know I did.
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If you want something badly enough... and you convince yourself that it's more important than anything else in the world...
[Lysithea's voice is a bit odd as she says this - but the next moment, the cadence has returned to normal.]
Well, I've never believed in the goodness of humanity as a whole. Only in the goodness of what one individual chooses for themselves. I would say... it's better off if we don't understand.
[She refills the tea.]
There's usually a moral to these things, isn't there? I wonder what it was supposed to be this time...
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[Though why Lysithea sounded like that when she said it caught her off guard. There was still so much she didn't know about some of her friends that it tended to catch her by surprise].
That's sad though. People, just in general, should have enough respect for each other that they want to let them live their own lives. If we all have to keep worrying that someone might attack us at any time, how is that any way to live?
[Luz gladly sweetened her tea and munched on a cookie quietly].
"Don't get caught by crazy people? Horror video games are better staying video games?"
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[Lysithea smiles wanly.]
No, it's just nice to try to believe that there's some sense in suffering. Perhaps... seeing the purpose is to see the truth - to see the darkness that underlies Trench, as much as it did in Deerington.
If that is the case, then perhaps we pluck up our resolve.
[...]
Later, though.
For now, we should... rest.
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[And that was upsetting for a number of reasons].
That's what I was thinking, and I've been struggling with that notion the past few days. I just don't get the WHY. If we were brought to Trench to move on from Deerington, why are there other people coming too? What's the big plan really all about?
[That was something that seemed impossible].
Any tips on how we could actually do that?
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Non-mentally altering sweets are also acceptable.
Not to make light of the situation, but our options aren't very broad. As you say, there are too many questions, no answers, and a perpetual fountain of anguish.
So...
Really, we only have the comfort we can provide each other.
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[She was sure they got the message, but still].
Then maybe we do more searching. See what else we can find out. For now, well, we gather and talk about what we find out.
That's true. These talks really do make me feel comfortable, actually.
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[A pause.]
Well, I'm glad and I appreciate your company as well, and as minimal comfort as we can provide each other, I... think it's important that we do so.
But what was that first part again?
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[Luz sighed here].
Yeah, uh, I happened to get a whiff of a moving mushroom, and I hallucinated a big monster bird was running after me. With two completely different people.
It was pretty mortifying.
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Ah. Yes.
The hallucinogenic ones. I had a few run-ins myself.
Well... shall we speak of more pleasant things for a while, then? I think we've about exhausted our 'trauma processing' for the day. You know, I saw an interesting recipe for a mushroom cake that I might want your opinion on...
((And I think we can fade to black for them here, if that works for you!))
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One of the people looking after me thought I was intentionally just tripping on drugs. It was pretty mortifying.
[At the cake, she looked questionable].
Uh, yes, let's...talk about that.