.:First Party Run, Recreational Runs & More:. [closed]

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', exploring, talking with people. What can go wrong?
Now featuring some potentially cw-worthy memshares, or content involving that.
When ⬤ Following first meetings, and anything related to the below subjects.
Where ⬤ Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast, ΔHidden Forbidden Holy Ground, Root Towns
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drunken behavior.
Further mentions and displays of captivity, kidnapping, stalking, and subjects relating to suicide.


[ Following some enlightening discussions that have more or less blossomed into actual plans, an unlikely band of four adventurers assemble!

Names added to friends' lists, details hashed out, which means one thing and one thing only, that the next point some adventuring is happening. Though, given that it is everyone's (probable?) first time, it seems that there is no way for anybody to choose specific places or areas they might like!

Thankfully, that's what the random Area Exploration mechanic is for.

Ganymede steps forward, and just decides to select a perfect set of coordinates for everyone...



...Not! As if even he can be decisive at this point. He lets everyone know that these are the keywords they'll be working with. "Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast", that is.

So once the Chaos Gate is utilized for them to all cross over...

Welcome to the wonderful location of Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast! Apparently it's an area that has a rocky desert-like appearance that stretches out for miles on end. Not to mention, there is a wonderful-looking flesh wall that is the proper beginning of the dungeon crawling, and entry point into the actual dungeon that is bound to be teeming with treasure and creatures.

But, they're not inside that wall as of yet. ]

RESULTS: Can be viewed here, for our reference!

Comments

[dissimulative]

Asking me how we met?

[ Oria laughs a little, when the sensitivity of the topic warrants anything but. ]

We met at a fancy business party. He was the mayor's son.

[ He might as well out himself as not being the average 18-year-old right now. ]

And we dated, but his sickness got worse not too long after.

[ganymed]

[ Well then. ]

The mayor's son...? It sounds like you knew people in high places.

[ Or maybe that's more his parents. He considers the laugh, but Ganymede doesn't take it to mean the other male doesn't care. Even he is cognizant of the fact people deal with grief differently. ]

What makes you able to look ahead, even after that?

[dissimulative]

Time stops for no one.

[ With the hand that he's holding Ganymede's in, he lightly swings their hands together. The look in his eyes are a little too uncertain to read. ]

Ahead is all I can see.

[ganymed]

[ Glancing ahead and then back at the other male, before forward again, he already knows the words before he says them. ]

That's something I've come to understand as well.

[dissimulative]

We can understand, but it's always difficult to put it into practice.

[ aka he doesn't blame Ganymede for freaking out upon seeing that memory. ]

Even then, we're all people, you know? I hope you're not blaming yourself.

[ganymed]

...

[ It certainly is. Ganymede doesn't want to admit that is difficult for him at all. But, that statement rings so very true, and why he doesn't feel like he can say anything against it. ]

...Blaming myself? For what?

[dissimulative]

"I should have done better."

[ It's always the what-ifs, just like how Ganymede tried to be the calm one at the face of his own memory. ]

[ganymed]

I already knew I couldn't have done any better. It seems stupid to blame myself for being unable to do the impossible.

[ But, he did blame himself. If he had been stronger...he absolutely could've done better. ]

[dissimulative]

Yeah. It seems stupid. We know that, but we can't help but doing it anyway.

[ Oria turns to look at Ganymede with a small smile. ]

That's why it's fine. Don't blame yourself if you do.

[ganymed]

I won't.

[ So he says. Though then he'll add with a huff: ]

But, I suppose that's a part of being human, isn't it? Acting contrary, or nonsensical...against all logic.

[ He'll raise an arm, as if to block out the brightness once they step out from the hall of mirrors. ]

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ He knows that logic doesn't always reign supreme when it comes to people. Emotions and being socially well accommodated is important too. He can't just blow one thing off to be the best in a single area. In that sort of world, he needs to be a jack of all trades.

Now that they're out from the hall of mirrors, Oria feels a little more relaxed. ]

Because if humans were always logical, the world would be a much boring place.

[ganymed]

...Sometimes, I'd prefer the world to be exactly a bit more boring.

That would be a relief.

[ Ganymede says dryly, going back to his usual self just a bit. Perhaps even he has felt the lessening of pressure once they have come back out into the virtual sun and carnival proper. ]

[dissimulative]

See, you can value peace because you've experienced the other side of it.

[ Something like that. To say that so dryly, Oria thinks Ganymede is feeling a little better. ]

Let's get some food. My treat.

[ganymed]

I'm sure someone's definitely said something like that before.

[ It sounds like a quote spoken by someone wise, or maybe in one of those inspirational or heartfelt movies.

It feels almost kind of true. But maybe even moreso now, since he's far less of a simple person than he was when he was younger. ]

Food from one of the carnival stalls?

[dissimulative]

Yeah, unless you don't like the food they serve here. Something flavorful? Salty? Sweet? I can definitely give you a recommendation.

[ Though he seems to ponder about something... and smiles at Ganymede again. ]

And I'm sure they have. It's a good quote for a reason.

[ganymed]

I know I've definitely tried their funnel cake already. So, how about something salty? There could've been some food I've conceivably missed.

[ Ah, but then there's the boomerang comment... ]

Because it's something like a life lesson, kind of?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria nods and leads Ganymede to a stall with kettle corn. Salty and flavorful. There's a caramel version if he wants that, which is what Oria will be getting. ]

Something like that. It's supposed to teach people how to appreciate what they have. But everyone is greedy and always want more. It's just in our nature.

[ganymed]

[ Caramel kettle corn, delicious! He will begin to get that, since that is a bit more decadent, in terms of taste. ]

Maybe I should consider myself fortunate where that is concerned.

[ ...About lack of greed, anyway. Though he doesn't make the distinction clear. ]

[dissimulative]

Hm? Why? Away from all the greedy people?

[ Greed isn't always a sin, Oria thinks. It could be for knowledge, power, or any concept that exists, but in abundance. ]

[ganymed]

No, I wouldn't say that.

...Only that I am not so greedy to desire more than what I need. More than what is necessary, essentially.

[ What good is there in holding such a selfish desire? It does no one any good, as far as he is concerned. ]

[dissimulative]

Is that from cautiousness?

[ Because Oria thinks people only do that when they've been burned by it... ]

[ganymed]

...Something like that.

Greedy people tend to be selfish. They want more than they're satisfied with, at the expense of others.

[ Oria might be right on this matter. ]

[dissimulative]

Yup.

[ Oria says that without hesitation. ]

I've met all kinds of people in business and let me tell you, no one wants money so desperately more than they do.

[ganymed]

Of course. It's a fact of life.

It'd be more surprising if you hadn't...

[ Who goes into business to do anything else but make money, he wonders? ]

[dissimulative]

No, but like... in a really pathetic way. Kinda like hanging a dog treat over a dog that hasn't eaten for a while.

[ Oria looks at Ganymede. ]

You think if I did some speech on the podium, some old guys three times my age is gonna take me seriously? Not until I say the s-word.

[ Sponsorship. ]

Then they suddenly make me a king.

[ ew. ]