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[sicklysweet]

Who 🍰 owen & frenemies
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍭 August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.



Wildcard me! This will also be where I put open prompts, should I write any unrelated to the event. I might also add more top levels in the body! Hooray! Feel free to hit me on the plotting post, or on discord and plurk, both revelries.

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[sicklysweet]

Heh. Awfully touchy, aren’t you?

[Well, it’s not his problem.

At the sound of another explosion, Owen sighs.]

I think the goal was to destroy our equipment, with the nudity a side-effect of that. I wonder, will all of the armor you’ve destroyed come back?

[It would be funny if it didn’t… Alas, that is not the case.]

glues your notifications in my inbox angrily

[userunfriendly]

[ He tosses an irritated little glare sidelong at Owen, but doesn't offer any mitigating explanation. It is what it is.

...But Owen has a point about the armor. Crankily: ]

If it doesn't, then I'll be doing solo dungeon runs for some time.

[ He'll just move to the wilderness and live here. In the buff. It's Fine. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Wow, a person glaring at him? Not the first time, won't be the last, so he doesn't even bother to say anything.]

...You could just log off and wait.

[If it's like all the other effects... He'll only have to wait a day, and if it's not...

Just never show your face again!]

[userunfriendly]

And if the equipment doesn't repair, I'll be in the same situation then.

[ But at least he could get something new after that. He lets out a sigh and rubs his temple.

It's not as if the situation is Owen's fault. ]

You're right. My curiosity has done enough damage for one day. ...Are you going to keep playing like that?

[sicklysweet]

Absolutely nude? No, I wasn’t intending to.

[He shrugs his shoulders languidly.]

I’ll probably busy myself doing something else, offline.

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel glances back to catch that shrug -- it's not weird, he's decided, if he keeps all glances above the waist.

It must be nice. Either being able to project that air of nonchalance so successfully, or actually having something worth spending the time on offline. ]

....At least there should be clothes. Better luck on your next dungeon.

[sicklysweet]

[Michel just get a dog. Or a cat. Hell, a potato. This is kind of sad.]

I'd be shocked if this impacted my wardrobe in real life, but wouldn't that be incredibly immersive?

[He waves Michel off.]

I'll know better not to check out any more mysteriously suggested keywords.

[userunfriendly]

[ Does the rotting parsnip he's kept long enough for it to attain sentience count, please advise. ]

Will you?

[ He's a little doubtful Owen has that kind of restraint, but! He's been naked long enough. Winter logs out, to enjoy his 24 hour exile. ]