yes I knew it was no moonshine, it is real

[faceblocks]

Who: vi and various people
What: a catchall for october feat. vileblood anxiety things, animal shenanigans, facepainting things, non-event things. starters will be in the comments. ping me at eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you would like one.
When: throughout the month of october
Where: the rookery kitchen, ursulas, cellar door, willful machine, the outpost, the entertainment feed, other places.

Content Warnings: tba

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is bonked

[faceblocks]

[it is quite a place, yes. and one she's comfortable in, at least for the moment, having had a bit of time to direct her mental energies into trying to be chill, a thing she isn't used to trying this hard at. she'd been trying to hard to focus on that she hadn't seen or heard him slip in. if she had she'd have been worried sooner.]

Well, well, look what the cat---

---oh. Wow, you look---

[like you were dragged in by a cat she almost says, but there's no cat to be found. just a very worn down palamedes. so she's up and on the move. no fingerguns for him, she is quickly dragging over another chair for his chair so that his feet can have their own chair. he looks like it's a two chair kind of day.]

Yes. Sit. Please sit. No falling over allowed.

[you fall over, you get carried to a reclining chair. for a moment she thinks it's coldblood related like jinx, until she remembers palamedes isn't a coldblood - they'd talked about trying to find one, and it had led to big things. so it must be something else. and now she's dragging her own chair around her work area and closer to the little setup she's arranging for him. hold on, she's getting a pillow.]

Did you take a lamp or walk all the way from the Outpost?

[because dude. you look like you walked thirty miles over a path of legos.]

[megatheorem]

[Oh, and that's an uncharacteristic amount of fussing from Vi, he thinks. Not that she's in any way not a fusser, in her way, but Palamedes has grown accustomed to a certain level of busybodying from his social circle and this is spiking above that, while she darts around to get furniture and pillows.

Really, it's not that bad... but he won't complain, sinking gratefully into the chair - and ah? Putting up his feet, too? Sure.]

A lamp. You don't have to worry about me, I assure you; necromancers are not known for our robust physicality.

[Which, like, he hears it, that sounds worrying in itself, so as he holds up a hand to Explain,] I look worse than I actually am, promise. It's the blood acting up, that's all.

[He's always been far too thin and prone to getting winded on the stairs, so the darkblood aches simply make his existing physical detriments... overt. He's dealing.]

Well, how are you doing, anyway?

[faceblocks]

Yeah, yeah the blood shit. So tired of this. It's messing people up. It's messing me up to have to see it.

Well, you should be. That's the thing, right? Necromancers make deals with death, right? Cheat it, beat it, make friends with it, weave and dodge? I don't know how it all works, but it should come with some robustness.

And Trench can just ease up. First the books, and the river, and that whole other thing with the ritual to get out? This blood shit can go.

[alas. she is not able to talk it away. but. she doesn't answer yet. her only thought is:]

Do you want a blanket?

[megatheorem]

I've never made a deal with anyone, no. Being a necromancer is an innate condition I was born with, not unlike a high metabolism, but I won't bore you with my theories. A blanket would be nice.

[He supposes, anyway? A blanket won't make his joints hurt any less, but it seems like it will make Vi feel a little better, so yes: a blanket would be great.]

And— well, I didn't really go out, this past handful of weeks. What happened?

[faceblocks]

[it's not a far trek for a soft blanket, and she'll hand it to him after a pause - deciding that it's best if he arrange it himself in whatever way he likes - before she sits back down.]

Lots of people got isekai'd. That means "different worlded". Learned that one from Shoyo. These books appeared all over, handed out and stuff? Never Mind's idea of a group chat. So you're just reading one minute and the next you're reliving someone's worst memory. Or maybe third worst. Maybe you're them. Maybe you're just watching. Maybe you see something you shouldn't see and your brain goes all sideways and bam, corruption city and your sister's gotta come through and put your head on straight.

I did get to punch a king, though. He was a dick, and I got a cool sword out of it. I got a sword from another book, too. So I'm learning how to do that now. Surprised it missed you, since you're kinda a book guy.

[books > lessons > first aid > sidebar to conversation:]

Oh, remember that idea we tossed around? The packs that stay hot and stay cold? Well, I found someone that could do it, and I dunno if it'll help you, but I've got 'em on me if you'd like to try.

[megatheorem]

[Hm, that all sounds like fresh shit, and he makes a face that conveys as much while he arranges this blanket over his legs like the doddery old man that he is. See? Very helpful.]

You'll be shocked to discover I'm not compelled to pick up every book I encounter. Regardless: I was at home, with only my own shockingly ordinary reading material. Is it a nice sword?

[To this day he still knows nothing about swords. But books did not manifest in his home, which was nice, now that he knows they all sucked very much. Another point against Never Mind, who is a real piece of shit asshole with his shit-tier garbage Archive, seriously what's with that guy...

Anyway. With a disparaging look cast down at himself, he hums, uncertain.]

Doubtful it will fix my problem long term, but I'd love to see what you've got. And then you can answer my question and tell me how you're doing, now that I know what you've been up to.

[:) he didn't forget!!!]

[faceblocks]

[she hopes the blanket is helping, considers maybe getting a softer one, but instead reaches for a wooden fidget cube. the blanket is fine. it's soft. she's used it. the blue one won't fix anything, it's just blue.

the good thing about this wooden cube is that everything goes with everything and there's nothing to match up, so you don't need to even look at it to work it.]

I am shocked. Like, to the core. Do you see this face? Shock.

It's not bad. I can't tell if one's better than the other, though. Second one was kinda fun to get.

[she stops lining up squares as she talks, drops the cube in her lap and reaches into her belt, fumbling past the ointment, the small vileblood vial, an adhesive, and a yeah, okay there. two smooth, palm sized rocks, which she passes to palamedes, along with a lighter.]

If you pass a flame over them, they activate. And stay like that until they're deactivated.

I'm ...you know, this is harder when I'm not carrying around a cursed seahorse. Not great for a whole bunch of reasons. [fidget, fidget, click, click, click.] Better, for some others. Really trying to make things work with my sister. To make things better for her, you know?

O-oh. I should text her. Just to check in. But she's not...

Hold on.

Fang, please ask Mr. Bananas for an update on Jinx.

[she tilts her head, speaking to herself ...until the smoke comes and the wolfdog follows, looking at palamedes curiously before going still and following vi's instructions.]

This blood shit? I think it's making me nervous. I'm nervous about all this stuff I never worried about before, and the stuff from before is huge. I dream about it. I wake up thinking about it.