[mock trial intro] move 'em on, head 'em up

[consolemods]

Whatever you were doing before you got here, it isn't what you're doing now. What you're doing now is waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with... unfamiliar glasses on your face. No matter what you can do, you can't take those glasses off... but if you roll your eyes down, you'll be given a rundown of what's going on here.

Hmm. Well, that's probably a little unnerving. Maybe you should... leave? Fortunately, your room's not locked, but as you go downstairs and try and ask the locals what's going on, you'll find they're... less than cooperative. And if you go outside the inn and try to leave into the town... well, you'll find several locations around the town, but you'll also find that you can't seem to leave.

Well. Maybe you should talk to the other people who just showed up here. All the locals are going to tell you is an explanation is forthcoming, so you might want to kill some time getting to know each other.

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tw vague suicide ideation

[fuckthemancers]

[Hey, he has talked to worse things than something that looks soft and fluffy and isn't trying to tear out his ankles. Besides, it's not like most animals he's ever seen, despite having gone through the Wild Unknown, so he'll assume it's decent enough. After a moment, he huffs out a small laugh that doesn't sound particularly glad at all.]

They even put these strange things on animals... I must be intoxicated, or otherwise dead.

[Carefully, he leans down just enough to offer his hand. Most animals are the same, especially when they're tamed.]

Well. You get what you wish for, right?

[cantread]

[SNIFF SNIFF Zulf smells like a decent person, at least. Sissel will allow his presence.

Once he is satisfied with the smelling, he will sit back and peer up at Zulf.]

What did you wish for?

1/4

[fuckthemancers]

Dying, I suppose. To go back-

2/4

[fuckthemancers]

[wait]

3/4

[fuckthemancers]

[what the fuck is with all these talking animals]

[fuckthemancers]

[As his brain stutters back into functioning properly, he whispers to himself.]

The intoxicated idea is starting to have more weight.

[cantread]

Normally 'dying' would be the right answer here, but I don't see a core on you, so you're probably still alive.

['Probably.']

Why do you want to die anyway? It's not fun.

[fuckthemancers]

['Probably'. How reassuring.]

I don't think 'fun' was something I'll- I'd be seeing for a while. There was... a calamity.

[Reaching back up to his face, he presses his fingers against the side of his nose and takes in a deep breath.]

A very bad one.

[cantread]

So? Bad stuff happens all the time. That doesn't mean you stop trying.

[Sage advice from a little cat.]

[fuckthemancers]

....Does that bad stuff usually include the end of the world as one knows it?

[He's not being hyperbolic here.]

[cantread]

It can, I guess. That sounds pretty bad to me.

[fuckthemancers]

Right... [Looking away, he tries not to think too hard about getting home and ash on his fingers.] Then... it's around that bad for me.

If it was real, anyway. Nothing particularly seems it right now.

[cantread]

[Sissel is going to jump up to try and get on Zulf's shoulders. If he is successful, there might be some claws involved until he gets situated up there.]

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[fuckthemancers]

Whoa-

2/2

[fuckthemancers]

Ow ow ow-

[cantread]

You feel that, right?

[He's making biscuits on Zulf's shoulder now.]

[fuckthemancers]

Wait, you're doing this on purpose!?