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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 6:13 am
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Psykgi Mentha
@Kaguya
Psykgi smiled back - it was only polite - as she watched the redblood intently. A cave, huh. "It's whatever you see!" she said, cheerily, "So sure!"
Ah, good, someone asking for advice - it had been a while since she'd had a really serious question in there. That wasn't Chiara trolling.
((The answer will be on the front page smile ))
@Natash
"I'll just go print that off for you - be right back!" While Natash wrote down her address, Psykgi fussed around with the printer in the back. It was her old standby, helping her mass produce her inkblots for ever sweep she'd been here at Bloodfest. "Now lets see..." A few fiddlings here, a few tweakings there, a doublechecked hex code... "There we go!"
Psygki took out the resulting printout and brought it to Gnash, shaking it slightly to help it dry.
"Here you go!" she said, "You should probably get it laminated so that it'll last better." and be protected from water damage. She looked at Gnash's address - Oh, hey. Yeah, if she rented a boat, she could probably manage it there just fine.
She wrote down her own address. "That's me!" she said, handing it to Gnash, "Feel free to drop by any time - though I'm often at the Rehab center, so you'll probably see me there first, haha."
"Probably!" said Psykgi. She honestly couldn't see it herself. "But not necessarily. Trolls curl up for good reasons too." Like cuddling their moirail.
@Static
"That's interesting!" She said to her friend (aquaintence?) Static. What did a headache look like, anyway?
Either way, Static, as he contemplated the prompt, looked like he might need advice at some point. She surrepticiously took one of her business cards and handed it to Ma'am. "Just slip it in his pocket, okay?" she whispered to her as he left.
@Calida
Psykgi gave her neighbor a wave as she came over, happy that someone was telling her their deep inner prompt-inspired thoughts. It was great that they were being written. She was glad it was taking off. But she was always happier with hands-on sorts of things. "That's a good way to be, actually." she said, "After all, you are you!"
"Aww, gosh!" Psykgi said, surprised and pleased at the gift, "Gosh, I totally understand, but thank you!" she settled the plate on her booth and took a cupcake, "These are great! Ma and I will love them, thank you! But to be fair, I was probably the worst baker at your booth!"
Quote: Kaguya Kaguya Kaguya NatashStatic Static
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DraconicFeline generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 6:14 am
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Quote: Kaguya KaguyaKaguya Static Static
Psykgi sets up the booth for the last night before the weekend. oh gosh, she was so excited to see the events! They were sure to be spectacular!
Interestingly, she actually had thoughts about this inkblot. Normally, she didn't, not until a few customers had come by, but this time... It was a space thing, wasn't it?
Eh, it was anything.
She put up the next prompt:
“Today's Prompt” How do you feel about the worst event in your life to date? How do you think it's changed you? Is it for the better, or for the worse.
((Responses Above)) |
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 5:06 pm
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At last, Flydra had found time to return to the Psychological Help Booth. Her hair flowed behind her in a silent breeze as she looked over the wall for answers to her question, answers to make the anxiety disappear. What she found was... she needed professional help. It was somewhat embarrassing to think about but definitely something to consider. She was about to ask the redblood running the booth about making appointments when she noticed a prompt on the wall. One that made her body feel cold at the thought of.
Quote: How do you feel about the worst event in your life to date? How do you think it's changed you? Is it for the better, or for the worse.
"It's made me better... and worse." She murmured quietly to herself, her warm natural hand moving to grip her cold metallic one. Flydra believed her prosthetic to be an honest upgrade to her body. She would be able to do so much more with a limb that could withstand blows from blades or bullets. It could hold blood samples or inject poisons. There was even a flashlight installed in the golden light but...
The nightmares that came from the trauma of that night. The fear that the redblood was still out there, plotting further terrorism to her beautiful home planet. The idea that rebellion lurked somewhere in the world and would come crashing back down over Civisect again someday. These were all much worse. A newfound claustrophobia of objects swirling in the air around her, threatening to tear her to shreds through some unseen witchcraft. These frightened the normally unshakable doctor.
"I can't stop seeing it when I sleep. A ghoulish freak, she tore my arm off." Flydra didn't know why she was talking to Psykgi about this, she barely knew this troll, but the words just seemed to tumble out. Sort of like the way her emotions welled up at the sides of her eyes and she hurriedly wiped at them with her fingers. It probably wasn't heroic to cry. Lorata would be so disappointed.
DraconicFeline Flydra the dragonfly, more like dragoncry
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:44 pm
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Gnash gripped the printed out inkblot happily. She didn't know what lamination was but she was sure she could find out if she asked someone before she went back to her hive. She also took the redblood's address. As if her lusus would ever let her go there, but maybe if she mentioned that Psygki was from the rehab center... or maybe that would make it worse? Gnash wasn't sure. She was only here unattended because her lusus had trouble navigating the narrow spaces between booths, and Gnash told her she'd be with Mesnei, competing for seadweller glory. "What is a good reason to be all curled up though I suppose being curled up in a ball can be fun because it is what the wood louses do when you pick them up and I like those even though they are not actually buggies," she said. She looked at the last inkblot, staring into the blackness of it. It was much more ominous looking than the other ones, to her. "It seems to be like a very dark void and that is a little unnerving and scary because it would be very deep but otherwise I am not sure how to feel about this one!" Gnash said, blinking. There was one more thing she did, before she left the booth. She saw the prompt thing, which she had been ignoring. She didn't like to talk about bad things in her life, as it made forcing her optimism much harder when she had to think or talk. Plus, she knew how dumb she sounded when she tried too hard to do things. But still... the worst event in her life. Obviously, it was when her lusus ripped her arms off. It ruined their relationship, and changed Gnash irreparably. Her arms, her beautiful, small flesh limbs, were gone forever. Even the shiniest pink metal couldn't make up for that. No matter what Angel did, Gnash had to live with this reminder of what she had done and what she was capable of. She lived in fear of her lusus, constantly torn between hating her and wanting her gone, and the uncertainty of what would happen if her lusus really chose to get rid of her. It was unforgivable. Gnash frowned at the prompt, and grabbed some candy. She didn't like to think about that. Quote: had to do the prompt at least once!! |
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 9:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:37 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:46 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 8:46 am
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Bad blood between Chiara and Lorata, huh. Had she heard about that before? Was she surprised? This was Chiara, after all. She was like a train wreck that sometimes... won. If this caused problems for her, Psy would deal with it. In the meantime, it was something to observe. In the meantime, she gave the trolling troll a saccharine smile.
"... well that too, I guess." Psykgi said. Rolly-poly bugs? Was that what they were talking about? Hey, that was a good example of something curled up and completely ok. "I was talking more, like, cuddling a pillow or a person, but that works too!"
Psykgi noted the inkblot down for later - if it got a reaction, it was worth talking about. Voids - and chasms - seemed to be something of mixed emotions but significant value to Gnash. Definitely worth exploring. "Maybe I'll hang onto it for later - in case you want to figure out how you feel. Let me know when it's a good time to drop by!"
Flydra had caught Psykgi at a quiet moment at her booth, touching up her notes a little bit in a temporary journal. They had to be accurate so that, when she transferred those notes, they would be as reflective as possible of her experiences with and observations of that troll. She'd hoped to think about the prompts herself, too, and really get to thinking about them, but she was so busy around Bloodfest that it just hadn't happened yet.
Still, she was reluctant to disturb the murky depths of her own mind, and Flydra was a welcome distraction. Seeing her out of the corner of her eyes, Psykgi looked up and waved. "Hello, Flydra!" Her cheery smile and demeanor fading to something more subdued as she realized that the other troll was talking about the prompt. To her.
She knit her fingers together, slipping from her usual 'cheery redblood' self to the 'professional listener' persona she was in the process of cultivating. Was Flydra associated with any of the advice wall questions? Psykgi didn't know, and didn't want to speculate. She could guess, though, considering Flydra had come back.
Psykgi nodded, encouraging and serious. "I'm sorry that happened to you." she said, her voice unusually reserved, without its usual energy.
Nightmares. Trauma. These were serious events that left deep wounds in one's psyche. "You keep reliving the event in your dreams?" she asked, gently pushing one of Calida's cupcakes over... incidentally, with a napkin, in case Flydra wanted to use it to dab at her tears. They were, after all, in a public place. Psy would be remiss if she didn't give her a way to maintain some privacy - the hints of teal at her eyes would remain a secret, if she wanted them to be. |
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 11:55 am
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Invira did not think she would find herself at a booth that wasn't about being STRONG or consuming food, but here she was. She took a look at the inkblot for a few minutes. She widened and narrowed her eyes a few times."Grub... popcorn?" She offered a guess. Unable to properly express herself to her satisfaction, she shook her head and tried to explain again, "Popcorn, cloud... is born a grub." Invira also attempted some gestures, making circular motions with her hands.
Invira then looked over and a question posed at the booth, thought about the prompt for today. Lash out? She didn't lash out at anyone else. Violence had a place, but not for talking interactions, more for official challenges of physical strength! Lash out... at myself? Invira's eyes widened. When she gets angry, her tummy feels like it makes knots, and she lets it. Her fists squeeze tightly until they hurt, and she lets them. Or maybe she makes them? This prompt made her extremely uncomfortable. Invira shuffled her feet. Very bad. She couldn't find any other words in her mind. She pauses for a few moments and tries to think of a way to communicate her understanding of the question. Even though she didn't vocalise these words, she wanted to be able to make the mush in the thinkpan a bit more succinct, Automatic... hurt. Not trying kind of hurt. Invira offered. She wiggled her fingers tensely around her belly.
Invira could almost feel the questioning gaze of her lusus on her shoulder. She looked up to the skies to try and shoot him a reassuring gaze as she started to turn her thinkpan away from the prompt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 6:50 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 9:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2017 9:13 am
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