(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another

“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”

Comments

[insinning]

[Sinclair wants to pout. But it's true. He does want to see everyone happy]

... you're always right about these things.

[Motivation !! ]

[tylorific]

[ Tylor laughs like Em pouted anyway, light as he leans his back against the counter beside him. ]

Well, it's only the truth. Oh, and don't worry if your hands get too sore. There are plenty of people that would be happy to feed you!

[ Said completely casually, like it's normal dinner behavior. ]

[insinning]

I think they'd be too busy eating.

[ Steadily cutting away]

[tylorific]

Then I guess we'll just have to take turns.

[ Tylor jokes, but they both know he would feed Em. ]

We should have enough soon anyway, right?

[ Asks the one chilling. ]

[insinning]

Mm, but you have to feed yourself too, Justy.

[Not in front of his Oria salad]

I think so. Some of us eat a lot more than normal people do, so...

[tylorific]

Why of course.

[ Don't worry oria, it's platonic feeding!! ]

Well, that's true. It's always better to have too much food, than not enough.

[ laid back yet restless, he goes on-- ]

So, anything else to set up?

[insinning]

[Gj me oria should have been strikethroughed so we'll pretend.]

I think that's it--should we start pushing the tables together?

[tylorific]

Oh, sure.

[ oop

Pushing off the counter at the suggestion, Tylor takes a few bounding steps away before spinning back to face Em. ]

Leave it to me-- [ smile, smile ] oh, unless you wanted a little break too?

[insinning]

Mmm...it's fine. I'll keep going. You go take a break and move some tables.

[Not abandoning Haru to this on her own!]

[tylorific]

You got it, chef. [ He's been using Em up until now, but he says it slightly leaned over before he retreats further. Over his shoulder, he calls-- ] But keep up the good work while I'm gone, alright?

[insinning]

Yes, Captain.

[Sinclair says blandly, still laser focused on the meat. This was so scary?? If he cuts too thick, it'll be impossible to salvage]