#[IC Post]

[theatreribbons]

*she goes to Her door, notebook and pencil in hand, knocking gently* gangle?

(@ask-jaxy-boy)

*she opens the door, smiling* hey Jax! *she moves out of the doorway, inviting her in*

[ask-pomni-things]

*Pomnifacia sees a group of NPCs in black carrying something and grandmafacia appears carrying flowers* oh! pomnifacia! :D

.... what the f#@%

[builderbrotherspizza]

‘‘Ok.’’ - 🍕

[zephyr-windss]

I know they covered our asses with those uniforms because if I lasted long enough for the next set, I would be too distracted to play.

[bubble-trubble-and-co]

>There's movement from under the bed, but he doesn't really respond. He just.. watches.

>I guess you have a monster living under your bed now? Now your parents can't say you lied about them being there.

>There is.. a maybe somewhat familiar little jester child approaching!

"Hey, uh.. wolf-man..? Can I hide with you for a bit?"

>Bucket seems to keep looking around. What are they looking for?

"Pom-mom looks busy and all the grown-ups are doing a yucky valen-times thing.."

@bubble-trubble-and-co

*looks down at bucket* and you wanna hide with me?? 🤨 fine then. don’t mess up my room! *opens the door slightly*

[molly-the-pokerescuer]

Really bad edit done by me!

Image text reads: [I bring a sort of "All pokémon are valuable regardless of their physical or behavioral traits" vibe to Rotomblr that competitive trainers don't really like]

[fromtheberrybush]

The kids are drinking together tho

"KIDS-!"

@only-red-lights @lightspecksofsnow

[theautumnpicker]

@mystraguideme

It's his, by any rights. They'd taken an awfully long detour to find the book in the first place, and then it had been Astarion himself who had been sent to collect it, to carefully sever the connection between the pressure plate and the statues around it. Yet for all his effort— not to mention his very polite request— it was Gale who was rewarded with the treasure. And for what? It's undoubtedly just another bauble to him, the ravenous, power-mad fool.

Not that Astarion can really fault his ambition.

Of course, he showed no outward sign of his irritation. That wouldn't win him any points with their leader. Besides, he still had options. He meant to wait until they were at camp and swipe the thing while the others were eating. He even pitched his tent next to Gale's that night, watching the wizard closely as he set up all his worldly goods. Yet Gale seemed to keep the book with him, as if it were a bit of light reading he wanted to settle down with on a full belly.

So, giving up on his first plan, Asterion joined the group at supper after all, smiling and joking to disguise his poor appetite for the sort of food they have to offer. He went to bed directly afterwards, but he can't sleep, whether or not he wants to. Thoughts of the book invade his mind, almost calling out to him with the power it has to offer him. There has to be something in the pages of that tome that he can use against Cazador, or even just use for himself. Something to make his condition permanent, beyond the grace of these damned tadpoles that everyone else seems in such a rush to remove. He imagines returning home to his old master, telling him what he'd discovered and promising to share the secret— for surely even Cazador would envy his power now— only to watch him burn and writhe in the sun.

That does it. He is getting that damned book.

Astarion sits up and raises the flap of his tent, peering out and seeing to his satisfaction that all the others are asleep, or at the very least in their little beds, oblivious to all the world. He half crawls outside, keeping low to the ground in a prowl, as he steals over to Gale's tent and listens outside, ceasing to breathe as he listens for the sounds of the wizard's own breathing inside. He feels hungry suddenly, but whether he hungers for the knowledge close at hand or for the blood he can smell under Gale's skin as he stalks his quarry is hard to say.

The hunger makes him impatient. Astarion doesn't wait until he can hear that breathing slow, until he's sure Gale is fast asleep. Instead, he enters quickly and quietly, not even looking at the wizard at first as he scans the entirety of his surroundings in rapid search for his heart's desire. Even if the book remains on Gale's person now, Astarion fully intends to take it for his own.

[bubble-trubble-and-co]

>There was no answer. The comet-like head of whomever this was simply slammed into the two with a surprising amount of force.

>Well - Enough to crack the wall that the two got thrown into, at least.

"Ooohh~.. You're a new face!"

>The rest of it's body - which had apparently just walked in behind it's head - approached the two. They'd pick up Ariah by the ear as their head returned to above their torso.

"Didn't realize you were desperate enough to befriend robots, little dude!"

>.. Tap tap. >Tippity tap tap. >Tap tap. >Tap?

>...

>And finally, a little knock at the door of Ariah and Evelyn's room.

*answers it happily* hello?

[notavampire-carenthusiast]

"hungry again...."

[baffoonofthestreets]

*He's wandering through the park, adjusting his scarf absentmindedly because of the cold.*

-@sorrowful-sheep

Dazai is woefully underdressed and eyeing the scarf

[theatreribbons]

*she rushes to her door, knocking gently* g-gangle? S-someone told me you got beat up!

(@ask-jaxy-boy)

wh-? oh- *she weakly gets up to answer the door* hey Jax.. *she shifts her hands together. she's in a loose shirt and sweats and pieces of her ribbons look like they've been sewn back together.*

[ask-pomni-things]

*Completely unprompted and out of the blue* ... Pomni, what's a "yah-oi"? (<- mispronouncing "yaoi")

@charabud-asks

I... have no clue?

[builderbrotherspizza]

OHNO

The unpleasant virus came for you!

*There is a unpleasant in front of your house, at the door*

h e l l o

‘‘What are you?? Why are you on my front porch?????’’ - 🍕

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where are my other fire ghouls??? Or like...any older ghouls??? I miss my old pack....