catch all >> september

[trollophoroi]

WHO >> Fandaniel & All These Random September Threads
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> September
WHERE >> Around the game.
Content Warnings >> nsfw stuff, suicidal ideation, and then some... looks at smudged writing on hand... wholesome cooking threads? what?

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Δ Confused Fool’s Hideout

[trollophoroi]

[ Welcome to the lovely Sieden Hotsprings.

A hot springs tucked away in a most unexpected place: the volcanic mountains of a fire Field. The idea of steeping yourself in hot water when you’re already sweating beneath your armor might not sound appealing on paper, but one dip in these healing waters will cure you of that misconception in an instant. Both online and off, you’ll find your minor aches and pains alleviated, your headaches cured and your fatigue relieved.

The springs are flanked by an inn whose proprietors eagerly insist upon trying the local delicacies: spa-boiled mantid eggs and hot sake. When eaten together, you’ll find that your worldly troubles feel, well, worlds away. Spending a night at the inn guarantees your anxieties remain at bay.

And this, in fact, is Fandaniel's first trip here. He's heard of it, certainly, and he's had it in his mind to pay a visit eventually. Why not now? And why not with Hector? And why not now, when it would seem they'll be the only two players taking up the springs? That part is merely sheer chance but Fandaniel won't turn his nose up at it.

So that will be here Hector will find him. He's already in the spring, bare of armor and clothing but the steam and occasional bubbling of the hot spring does a good job of covering that up. Having arrived earlier, he didn't think to wait up, and he's had the NPCs running the little inn in the middle of this ridiculous lava field drop off fresh towels, boiled eggs, and, most importantly, sake.

He's already sipping some, naturally, and enjoying how the hot water strips away all the tension of the long, incredibly odd week he's had.

If only he could get this kind of service in reality... ]

[secondthoughts]

[ In all honesty, this is Hector's first time here, too.

The beach Area caught his attention right away, but the hot springs kind of fell to the wayside. He knows beaches. He likes beaches. It's prime beach season, and he's been thinking about the ocean, wishing he had the time to make the drive to the nearest one.

Hot springs, though? Not so much.

He doesn't really know what to do. He feels that heat and, in all honesty, gets a little apprehensive, but he's not the type to go back on his word. Like a helpless little chick, he follows the NPCs' instructions, strips down to nothing, and eventually gets his bearings and finds his way to the baths.

How, exactly, a hot bath is supposed to be nice in an environment like this is beyond him. But he supposes he'll find out.

And so in saunters Hector, towel wrapped low on his hips. Them being the only two in here means he spots Fandaniel immediately.

Towel falls into a little pile at his feet as he steps into the water and sinks in beside Fandaniel... I mean, not that close. Gotta leave some room for buildup. ]

Hey. [ Oh, the water's not as bad as he thought it'd be. More importantly—he points at the sake. He cocks a brow. ] Where'd you get that?

[trollophoroi]

[ In saunters Hector and Fandaniel enjoys watching him do exactly that. He makes no secret of keeping his eyes on him as he walks in, in naught else but a loose towel, and then discarding that to join him in the steamy warm water. ]

From here. They serve it alongside their little snacks.

[ He turns away once Hector is settled, nodding towards the larger ceramic pitcher-like container it's being held in. Next to it, another equally ceramic cup is included just for company. Fandaniel sets his own cup aside and picks up the empty one as well as the pitcher. The cup, he passes over, but not the pitcher. ]

Allow me?

[ He asks, head tilted and ceramic pitcher held up, suggesting he means to pour Hector's drink for him. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Oh. He missed that.

Hector dutifully takes the little cup, turning it over in his hand to inspect it. How does he feel gayer holding this tiny thing? ]

It's so small. [ There's amusement in his voice at the observation, never having seen a proper sake cup before.

Fandaniel's question draws his attention back up, though, and pulls him from his amused swirl of thoughts. ]

Oh, sure.

[ He grins, holds out his cup, lets Fandaniel do his thing. ]

To be honest, I wasn't expecting this.

[ He's getting wined and dined first. Maybe he won't mind being this guy's bitch. ]

Post-Saddened Military Cathedral - for Fai

[trollophoroi]

[ A blessing, the croaky voice had said at the end of the dungeon, but he didn't feel blessed. Fandaniel didn't feel any different at all, actually! Well, no matter. Though he did get some... interesting loot, to say the least, and that got a laugh or two out of him in these dire times.

Interesting enough that he imagines Fai might like them instead of him, so back in Lumina Cloth, he pauses briefly at the @ home entrance of that root town, hesitant, if only for a second. Considering his last encounter with Yael... Would Fai even want to see him? Had Yael even told?

With a shake of his head, he decides to find out, and wanders on into Fine Wine in search of Fai, those awful new Fish Flops equipped. ]

[fluorite]

[ Fai is indeed in Fine Wine, and he looks surprised to see Fandaniel there, though no other look passes across his face.

He does, however, point at his shoes and laugh. ]

Wow, they give shoes like this out?

[trollophoroi]

From a dungeon, yes!

[ Fandaniel replies with a laugh of his own. He'll do a little walk, sashaying about in the flippery flip flops, one fist on a hip, the other hand up in the air doing a little princess wave, showing them off in the funniest way possible. ]

I thought I might give them to you, actually... [ And that's where that sentence should have ended. Right there, right then, and he finds himself carrying on with, ] Since I won't have any need for them once the beta test is done.

[ Oh. He freezes then, rather abrupt in the motion, and then he frowns, brow furrowing. He looks... surprised? By something. ]

[fluorite]

[ conveniently puts this before he goes to see yael irl for maximum pain

Fai raises his own brows, caught off guard both by the statement and by the way Fandaniel furrows his brows.

Did he not mean to say that...? ]

What do you mean? Are you quitting the game when you fulfill your contract?

Post-Saddened Military Cathedral - for Owen

[trollophoroi]

[ Though after his visit to Fine Wine, he more or less flees the place to find what he hopes to be solitude in his own guild hall, which isn't the best idea, considering Fai has access to it now, too, but... ]

Welcome home, my lord, hehehe~! [ Cultist Grunty trills a welcome, waving its hooves in the air spookily -- or so it imagines so -- as Fandaniel comes stumbling in. ] Can I assist you w--?

Close the entrance. Lock it up.

[sicklysweet]

[Well, it’s not just Cultist Grunty in the lobby. Owen had just intended to stop by Telophoroi to drop off some equipment he doesn’t need at the time being, then go on his merry way with one of his many grunties and the poodle he acquired from Hien.

Plans are changing, though, as he blinks at Fandaniel.]

Well, I wasn’t expecting to get locked in here today.

[They need to stop meeting like this.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel's gaze jerks from Cultist Grunty to Owen and oh, the face he makes. It's quite the grimace but he does think fast. Cultist Grunty chimes that the door has been locked, hehehe, and that gives him a moment to breathe, think, and then reach for his pet menu to release... the borzoi.

He's been meaning to let her loose in the guild hall, anyhow, to keep their guild grunty company. Now's the perfect time, for a distraction! ]

Yes, well, feel free to play with the dogs while you wait.

[ And that's it. He says all that quickly, stiffly, and whirls away from Owen to storm off down the hall towards the private rooms. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Ohhhh borzoi........ She does distract him for a moment, because Owen has a soft spot for borzois. She's not nearly as good as his own, but a dog is a dog.

Still, he's not going to sit around in this guild for however long it takes Fandaniel to get over whatever it is about the game that's got him in a mood this time, so he gives the borzoi a gentle pat before following Fandaniel down the hall.

Hopefully he can catch him in time, calling after him.]

And how long will I have to wait?

Post-Saddened Military Cathedral - for Shoka

[trollophoroi]

[ And last, at last, finally, Fandaniel abandons the guild halls completely. Sensibly, he should log off, run away, get away until this blessing has faded, but he yet lingers. Where else does he even have to go? What else to do? He hadn't meant for everything to go like... this.

Log in, stare at Mithrun's body for a few minutes, run an Area, and then begin collecting what he needs for picnics and dinner parties and just... cooking! In general. It should have been fine, not this! Not this disgusting urge to spill his darkest secret to anyone he encounters!

But now his wandering has taken him out to the sky islands once more. The familiar voice on the wind he seeks has been patched out, no longer able to simply stand here and listen to her cheerful, happy laughter, asking him to come play with her. Now it's only wind... empty wind... and Fandaniel stands once more on the edge of one of the islands, staring out into the void. ]

Re: Post-Saddened Military Cathedral - for Shoka

[threatmewted]

[Buddy.

Shoka's been wandering a bit listlessly herself - it's hard to focus on gaming when there's a corpse laying out in the open for all to see. And, to top it all off, Fandaniel's standing at the edge again, staring down into the abyss, almost as if he wishes it would swallow him.

...But maybe (she hopes), that's just her imagination.]

We have got to stop meeting like this.

[trollophoroi]

[ Sadly, she's going to find out that it isn't her imagination whatsoever, though when Fananiel turns to look at her, it's silently. He dreads opening his mouth to say anything. He can feel the words already cramming up behind his desire to keep his mouth shut for once, as wild as that thought might be.

So, he simply looks at her, saying nothing, standing there on that edge of the world, wishing her to walk away. Go on, Swallow. Leave, leave and save yourself. ]

[threatmewted]

[...Okay, this is weird, even for him.]

...What's that look for?

cooking with mr fandango

[trollophoroi]

[ The invites have been sent, the date and time set, and now all that's left to do is cook. Early, early, so very early — around 1 a.m. in Tokyo — Fandaniel is online and puttering around the kitchen that's spontaneously appeared in Telophoroi's @ home. He and Cultist Grunty worked it out, found a place to slide it in, and then he bade the guild's grunty to go prepare the meeting room for the meal.

Cultist Grunty can be found trundling about, pointing hooves at spots on the walls and rafters and wiggling them, making spooky sounds, before poofing proper decor into existence, but Fandaniel?

Fandaniel is in the kitchen, slicing, dicing, chopping, and prepping for the various dishes on the menu.

Interested in joining him? Feel free to slip on into the kitchen but keep your fingers to yourself! There are no bowls to clean yet! ]

[fluorite]

[ Fai alerts Fandaniel to his presence with a sharp knock on the kitchen door as he opens it. ]

Your help has arrived~

[ Is he simply going to act like nothing is wrong? He sure is! It's what Fai is best at, after all. ]

How is preparation in here coming along?

[trollophoroi]

[ Look at them both, pretending like nothing terrible or messed up has gone on. How healthy! ]

Ah, what? No class at this time in California?

[ It's super early for Fandaniel but less so for Fai, he knows that much. He pauses with his knife, turning to look at him as he strolls on into the kitchen. ]

I have the custards with the mushrooms setting and the tofu prepped but there's still quite a lot to do. What you need, however, should be in the room's inventory. Feel free to poke around.

[fluorite]

[ It's the most healthy thing to do! ]

Nope. No classes today.

[ No lab either. It's one of his relatively rare free days, so he's spending most of it playing a video game.

Maybe he should have better hobbies.

Anyway, Fai starts to snoop around the room's inventory, looking at what all is in there outside of what Fandaniel asked him to make. ]

So... why are you holding this little party at all?

I meant to tag this earlier aaaa

[selfconcept]

[ Hien is in the final stages of the plague, but he's determined to contribute something to the dinner, so he's here. ]

Do you have a planned menu already?

[trollophoroi]

[ Ah, now here's a surprise. Fandaniel has moved on to prepping the eel for the unadon he has planned, so when he turns to give Hien a sidelong look, it's with a fileting knife in hand. ]

Hm? Hien? [ Why is he here? He doesn't cook, right? He eats! ] Ah, well, yes, I do, actually. Why do you ask?

meet cute-- i mean pk cute actually for Michel

[trollophoroi]

[ Ah, Lumina Cloth. The lights, the gambling, the food, the nightlife! All of it is ignored by Fandaniel as he decides to log on in the dead of the night for him — less so for other places in the world, of course — and go wandering through the streets and alleys of the city. When he's restless like this and here, in this city?

That can only mean one thing.

He's looking for a few easy PKs and he's been stalking one player for a few minutes now. A white-haired Blade Brandier that he, admittedly, doesn't know well. One of the testers he doesn't think he's spoken with before... hm... ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Ah, the wonders of timezones. Evening for the rest of Europe is functionally Michel's morning: a very reasonable time to slip online for a few minutes while the coffee is still brewing and poke around Lumina Cloth. He's too dignified to browse the amusement park during busier hours, but now he's meandering that way by roundabout paths, taking his time to size up how many PCs he passes.

It really doesn't feel like many just now. Still American school and business hours, most likely. So much the better for Michel to slink along unaccosted, stifling a yawn to himself as he glances up at the bright lights of Lumina Cloth's decorative displays. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ Nice, empty streets, perfect for the both of them! Alas, that means Michel won't remain unaccosted for much longer but it won't be some attack from the darkness in which Fandaniel introduces himself. No, he plans on lurking up without a word and quiet steps until he's as close behind Michel as he can possibly get without being noticed.

And then? ]

Good evening! I was wondering if you could answer a question for me. You see, I was wondering... You don't happen to have that logout bug that was mentioned last month, do you?