splash! [Bailey has enough time to let out a yelp before they crash into the water, and they only flail for a few moments before they drag themself to shore. The faun looks more like a drowned rat than a sheep, hair plastered to their forehead and tail drooping, but the curling white horns are unmistakable.
They look back at the lake, and the Lady, and are... Confused. This doesn't seem like Aefenglom, and it definitely isn't the Underground, so... What the hell? Are they somewhere else, or what?
They run a hand through their hair, sighing, before they pause at the sight of a cat that's... Not familiar in appearance, but familiar in presence.]
You have to be kidding me.
[Why are they so unlucky? First they have to deal with wet fur, and now they have to deal with another spectral cat?]
network; [Seems like Somewhere Else is the answer, as Bailey is given a phone - an actual phone! not a pocket watch! - and told to settle in for the ride. They manage to restrain themself for about five minutes, before pulling out the phone and typing out a message for the network.]
un: cherrypit So, I'm new here, and I know I'm definitely not the only one. Before this I was in a city called Aefenglom, in a situation kinda like this. Show up somewhere weird and magical that wasn't your home, that sort of deal.
I know it's probably annoying to ask, but I was wondering if other people from Aefenglom are here, too?
[A pause, before. Fuck it. They need to know for sure.]
Especially Red Wine.
That's all for now, though! Thank you to anyone who might have answers.
cookies? [They don't understand what they're voting for, yet, but they get the feeling that working together is going to be much better for everyone. So, time to do what Celliwig wants and go to the orchard!
They're not expecting the trees to be fruiting cookies, though. There's a pause, before they shrug. This might as well be happening! And it's not like this is the strangest thing they've encountered so far - turning partway into a sheep still kind of takes the cake - and they're honestly curious over how this all works.
They pick a variety of cookies, tucking them in their basket and humming. They're putting their height - a full six and a half feet - to work, reaching for the highest cookies they can. They offer a smile to anyone who's nearby, as well as a question.]
Do you think these cookies go ripe? Like real fruit?
bailey morello | oc (aefenglom crau) | healing + death
[Bailey has enough time to let out a yelp before they crash into the water, and they only flail for a few moments before they drag themself to shore. The faun looks more like a drowned rat than a sheep, hair plastered to their forehead and tail drooping, but the curling white horns are unmistakable.
They look back at the lake, and the Lady, and are... Confused. This doesn't seem like Aefenglom, and it definitely isn't the Underground, so... What the hell? Are they somewhere else, or what?
They run a hand through their hair, sighing, before they pause at the sight of a cat that's... Not familiar in appearance, but familiar in presence.]
You have to be kidding me.
[Why are they so unlucky? First they have to deal with wet fur, and now they have to deal with another spectral cat?]
network;
[Seems like Somewhere Else is the answer, as Bailey is given a phone - an actual phone! not a pocket watch! - and told to settle in for the ride. They manage to restrain themself for about five minutes, before pulling out the phone and typing out a message for the network.]
un: cherrypit
So, I'm new here, and I know I'm definitely not the only one. Before this I was in a city called Aefenglom, in a situation kinda like this. Show up somewhere weird and magical that wasn't your home, that sort of deal.
I know it's probably annoying to ask, but I was wondering if other people from Aefenglom are here, too?
[A pause, before. Fuck it. They need to know for sure.]
Especially Red Wine.
That's all for now, though! Thank you to anyone who might have answers.
cookies?
[They don't understand what they're voting for, yet, but they get the feeling that working together is going to be much better for everyone. So, time to do what Celliwig wants and go to the orchard!
They're not expecting the trees to be fruiting cookies, though. There's a pause, before they shrug. This might as well be happening! And it's not like this is the strangest thing they've encountered so far - turning partway into a sheep still kind of takes the cake - and they're honestly curious over how this all works.
They pick a variety of cookies, tucking them in their basket and humming. They're putting their height - a full six and a half feet - to work, reaching for the highest cookies they can. They offer a smile to anyone who's nearby, as well as a question.]
Do you think these cookies go ripe? Like real fruit?
[Ripe... Cookies..................]