Audience: Vore Club

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w4, friday

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[group text to all four of them from Pride:]

Garden.

[toesies]

[... Texts OMW back?

And heads to the garden. Please tell us Pride's head is attached to their body again.]

[dotcom]

[ he does not respond, but will just drop what he's doing and head right over. hello? ]

[bonetiddies]

[She is also heading there right away!]

[chevaleros]

[ vira will also be there shortly, so the gang's all here. ]

[probe]

[hell yeah hell yeah.

well, pride is here in the garden, though they are definitely sitting down, and they're sort of hidden in the flowers a little. they don't get up when the four of them approach, but they do look up. they're dripping blood from under the hood. that's probably fine.]

I'm fine. Before you fuss.

[toesies]

[It's a good thing they say that because, you know, Sheila had absolutely just opened her mouth to fuss. She snaps it shut with a click of her teeth, frowning, and nods.]

Fine, no fussing. What's up?

[dotcom]

... well, I was told it would take a while for you guys to heal fully.

[ so he doesn't sound too surprised. but sheila asked the question he wanted. ]

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow opened her mouth to fuss, too. And then continues to do so.]

I thought my instructions were clear. But you're here, so we may as well hear what you have to say.

[chevaleros]

[ well, they're alive, so it's an improvement. vira sits down across from them, refraining from doing any fussing. ]

I suppose this has to do with our 'adventure.' And yours?

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[dryly:] My head is back. That's as good as it's going to get.

[anyway.]

It does have to do with these... adventures. I assume Harrowhark has mentioned I intended to look. [they pull their robes closer, a little like they're cold.] I did look. And I did see her. Though not in the form you described.

[toesies]

Yes, well, it would be great if it could get at least a little better.

[Pride, please be kinder to your own flesh prison. Why are you cold.]

She did, yeah... [And then the NPCs ran off to get maimed not even two days later.] What do you mean by that?

[dotcom]

... was it how she normally looks? From where you're from?

[ they have her bag so like it would probably be awk if she still looked cweepy ]

[bonetiddies]

Did you think it her, or was it more illusions?

[It's probably rude to pepper him with these questions in the middle of his explanation but it's a four person thread what are you gonna do.]

[chevaleros]

[ it is a four-person thread, in this case she'll cut pride a break though, looking a little... hopeful? relieved? cautiously so, but she can't help it, waiting for the other shoe to drop. ]

[probe]

The way she normally looks. [they confirm, shivering.] My suspicion is that it was more illusions.

These are... they're not going to stop happening. [which they hate, a lot, judging by their tone.] I experienced - not exactly what you have described to me, but close. A long repeating hallway with experiences I don't care to remember waiting behind every corner.

[a cough.] It had a theme. Like yours.

[toesies]

[... She glances at the others from the corner of her eyes like, uh. Extremely dislike the direction this is going.]

Uh-huh... Go on.

[This is a four person thread so she will let the others ask questions instead.]

[dotcom]

[ he notices the glance, but he'll continue look at pride as he

internally hates that a lot. ]

... what was the theme?

[bonetiddies]

[She will just. Listen quietly.]

[chevaleros]

[ if it's still just illusions when the avatars go, then what's it mean for the rest of them? her voice goes quiet, resigned. ]

...Were you tested in some way?

[probe]

The theme was less about hunger and more about wanting what someone else had. I don't often care what others have, so it was... jarring.

[a sigh.]

I walked the same hallway over and over, in a loop, knowing that the others had left me behind. That I was going to lose. Didn't know what I was going to lose, just that I was. I would consider it a test.

A phone rang, and I heard Mercy's voice on the other side, asking me to... [a pause.] ... to not leave her alone.

[toesies]

... Oh.

[Oh, no. She is sad now. Oh, no!!]

That sounds... familiar.

[To say the least. She will leave the elaboration to someone else.]

[dotcom]

... mm. She didn't want us to leave her either.

[ he taps his chin, his expression growing more grim at the memory. ]

Did you... answer?

[bonetiddies]

[It just calls to mind how she'd sounded as they died - her tiny voice in her head.]

Yes. It was the same - she said it when we died there.

[chevaleros]

[ though the wiser part of her knows these are just illusions, it makes her wonder how many times mercy has lost people like this, and who she'd lost before them.

she closes her eyes a moment. ]

Did you see her?