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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:25 pm
I smile in excitement to Layla's proclamation and laugh at her somewhat sloppiness, then I look at my own food and bow my head slightly and silently pray.
Dear God, thank you for continuing to provide for me...even in these dire circumstances and the way this game was created. Help me to remember what is real, to be a light of encouragement and help to the other players, for us all to stay well, and bless this food! Thank you. Amen
I shyly look around me and shrug to no one else praying. I honestly don't care if they do or not: it is a voluntary task meant to strengthen a divine communication and requests. I grab my spoon and devour...wiping my face as necessary, and slurp for when I get to the end. I do my best to remember not to lean too far over: this dress's neckline is pretty low (not to mention intended to fit smaller...um...chests), and I could reveal more than I bargained for!
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:03 pm
Willow:
You suddenly remember that the chapel was a room inside of the manor, on the first floor.
This one was my fault for not making that clear before. Sorry.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:07 pm
I pick up the napkin, clean my face, set it down, and take the spoon and eat like a normal person. I still eat incredibly fast, though I can't help but feel it might be fun to do the stereotypical scene of eating off the same plate as my loved one. It doesn't take long for my mind to drift off and my spoon to cease moving, as thoughts of her filled my mind with joy, and then a sudden realization; She's not real... I'll either have to leave her... or stay here! What am I going to do...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:18 pm
As Mazurn heard Layla, he then began to eat his stew, wondering if the flavors could actually be transfered into real life. He slowly ate the stew, savorimg every sip, slowly and carefully.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:46 pm
Layla:
When presented with thoughts of leaving Xiao, the character begins to feel crestfallen.
Mazurn:
The stew tastes incredibly real. You begin to wonder how real this world became when it glitched. The President did say that the NPCs were alive, after all...
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:47 pm
I look at the boy curiously as he just takes off, shrug, and then follow him to the food.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:11 pm
Hmmm, I have to make note of this for later when I get out. The others are gonna flip out. Mazurn thought as he thought of how he should go about describing all of the flavors from this world while slowly eating the stew.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:11 pm
I slurp down the rest of my stew and place the bowl back down, sighing with contentment. I accidentally release a loud "BRUUURP!!" and I cover my mouth afterward, chuckling and saying, "Wooowww!! Excuse me, heheh..."
Then I consider if I should change or not...since I've had food to have more energy to transform.
"What do you think, Mazurn? Should I change yet since I've eaten and used my lips...which is one of the reasons to be in human form, or should I just stay a human the rest of the day and change mostly when I need to?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:34 am
((thats okay hun, I still wana head to the church place anyway))
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:38 am
Leina:
You find everyone except Willow eating already.
Willow:
The chapel is a spacious room lined with various religious artworks, as well as the stained glass window. There do not appear to be any—oh, wait, you see a bookcase in the corner!
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:02 am
I give out a sigh at this chrestfallen feeling, and suddenly look back at the stew. For as deliious as it was, I lose my enthusiasm for a bit, and take a slow bite out of it. Wow... I'm starting to look like some kind of Shakespeare play or tragic Greek myth rendered in more modern times set in ye olde times... what irony...
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:06 pm
"Hmm?" Mazurn said as Branwen had gottin his attention only at the end of her question. "Did you say something? I am sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:06 pm
((I ment the one in town but cool))
Walking over, Willow bent down and skimmed the covers.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:19 pm
Willow:
There's no way back to town. The tunnel collapsed, and the gates are likely locked from the inside by the enemies, the Red Army.
You notice one called Ji'on: The Story of the Labyrinth, which appears to be a history of the Labyrinth, the central feature of the world (which is literally located in the center of the map of the Earthly Kingdoms).
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:53 am
((Oh yeah haha completely forgot we went through a tunnel hahaha))
Taking the book out she sat cross legged on the floor and began to read it.
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