I. BAD LUCK OF THE EARLY WORM (cw: language, loss of a prosthetic limb, possible discussion of amputation) [It's as if the world is out to get her lately. Her magic went crazy which causes her golem to try and kill her and Robby, she got lost in the woods, which hadn't happened before, and now all of her tech is breaking. Her tattoo gun and tools at Ursula's while on the job, her fucking diamond-tipped engraving needle while working on a new project...
If something could go wrong this week, it's happened. And she is not happy about it. Did she break a mirror and not realize it? Did someone curse her?
Then she realized she wasn't the only person suffering the shit luck and tried to take some breaths and just...let it go. Because if Trench was going to fuck with her, like hell was she going to give it the satisfaction of seeing her lose it over this. She offered to help anyone else going through a tough time of it--she really felt the need to help and it was slowly getting stronger the usual as the month went by--even when it led to more accidents.
Even the wheel on her Carriage House breaking off and causing half her shit to crash from the shelves inside, had not been enough to get to her. Although she did have to apologize to whoever got ran over by a giant wooden wheel on the run.
II. GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU [It says "SARONA" on the nametag. And for some reason that irks her. She often introduces herself as Sarona but with the chaser of "But my friends call me Saeri," so why the fact she has a nametag stuck her own that she can't remove that says Sarona annoys her so much is a mystery. Maybe it's because she knows it'll be pronounced wrong, like it was for majority of her life. Maybe it's because it's the stupid name a stupid, narcissistic hellspawn of a human gave her. Whatever the reason, she's annoyed. The profile written for her doesn't help.
Not annoyed enough to take it out on other people, thankfully, but she's not exactly hiding her frustration at being surprised into this. One would think that speed-dating and getting to meet a lot of cute girls (and tease however many guys she ends up paired with no matter their age) would be a perk to all the bullshit she's been dealing with. And maybe normally she would if she wasn't dealing with bad luck, her prosthetic being broken to the point she's just left it at home, and being stuck in a chair that forces her to say some shit she doesn't want to say.
But she thinks she's figured out the system now. She thinks she knows how to game it so she can speak the truth and say what she means without saying what she means. She's always been good at that after all.
And at least it lets her fulfill her nosy heart's desire to find out everything she can about whoever else she's talking to. No, no, let her make this all about you.]
So, how about I go first. [She pulls out one of the questions.] What's the last thing you think of before you go to bed at night?
III. HELPING HANDS MAKE LIGHT WORK (cw: overstepping boundaries, obsessive behavior, emotional instability, potential for stalking)
Let me get that for you.
[It starts small. She offers to help you carry something home. Or maybe she heard through the grapevine that you were looking for something and she just so happens to know where it is or how to get it. You don't even know her? No problem, she knows of you. And that's enough for her to feel like she needs to help you.
All she wants to do is help. Let her help you, she knows exactly what to do, trust her, she's got this.
As the month goes on if you turn her down, she might get insistent, or even downright dismissive of your refusal and just go along and do what she thinks you need anyway. Did she ask you properly? Who needs to ask when it's so obvious someone else needs help? You should just do.
Even after she is done an arm, she's going to insist everything is fine, she's got it all under control and she can help you no matter what.
No. Matter. What.
Sorry if you thought you could get away from her, she's going to do what she thinks you need whether you like it or not. Because as much as this is about helping you, there is very much something going on that is driving her to not take no for an answer. She has to help you, that's what she's here for. It's all that she's here for.]
IV. LONELY HEARTS CLUB (cw: paranoia, possible violence, self-destructive thoughts) [That drive to help isn't just people she can see, oh no. The clear cries out in the woods are enough to pull her attention and send her looking for whoever may be in need. She heard the cries and followed them out into the woods...
Only to come back home with a chill in her bones and not able to remember exactly why she'd gone out into the blizzard in the first place. It's hard to get warm after being out in that cold, too. So hard she bundles up in ways she normally doesn't. She tried to heat her house more with fire, only to immediately feel aversion and a big fat NO/i> when she got too close.
She needs to get away. Being indoors doesn't help. So she goes out. But seeing people just makes it worse. Something about them makes her tense, wary, or even downright angry. All the moreso if she sees any kind of couple out and about and snaps at them.]
How fucking hard is it to keep your hands off each other in public?
[What the hell is going on with her?
And it's going to get worse. Because she's going to move from just mutter or snapping at people to outright getting in their faces. She has to keep them apart. They shouldn't be that close together. Something could go wrong. Something will go wrong? Why can't they see their are putting themselves in danger? She has to stop them.
...Someone please stop her before she causes a major incident.]
V. WILDCARD [If none of these prompts work for you, throw something else at me and I'll roll with it! Anything romantic/sexual is F/F only, please.]
Saeri Gayle | Original | Darkblood
[It's as if the world is out to get her lately. Her magic went crazy which causes her golem to try and kill her and Robby, she got lost in the woods, which hadn't happened before, and now all of her tech is breaking. Her tattoo gun and tools at Ursula's while on the job, her fucking diamond-tipped engraving needle while working on a new project...
If something could go wrong this week, it's happened. And she is not happy about it. Did she break a mirror and not realize it? Did someone curse her?
Then she realized she wasn't the only person suffering the shit luck and tried to take some breaths and just...let it go. Because if Trench was going to fuck with her, like hell was she going to give it the satisfaction of seeing her lose it over this. She offered to help anyone else going through a tough time of it--she really felt the need to help and it was slowly getting stronger the usual as the month went by--even when it led to more accidents.
Even the wheel on her Carriage House breaking off and causing half her shit to crash from the shelves inside, had not been enough to get to her. Although she did have to apologize to whoever got ran over by a giant wooden wheel on the run.
That is until she gets a coffee at the cute café she started to frequent after the shopping day and karaoke crawl only for her fucking prosthetic hand to break clean off, as if the ball-joint magically disconnected when it shouldn't even be able to, and splashes hot coffee all over herself, the table she just walked by and possibly onto whoever was sitting there.]
Fucking Shit! Fuck, damn, are you okay?
[Okay, she's had enough now.]
II. GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU
[It says "SARONA" on the nametag. And for some reason that irks her. She often introduces herself as Sarona but with the chaser of "But my friends call me Saeri," so why the fact she has a nametag stuck her own that she can't remove that says Sarona annoys her so much is a mystery. Maybe it's because she knows it'll be pronounced wrong, like it was for majority of her life. Maybe it's because it's the stupid name a stupid, narcissistic hellspawn of a human gave her. Whatever the reason, she's annoyed. The profile written for her doesn't help.
Not annoyed enough to take it out on other people, thankfully, but she's not exactly hiding her frustration at being surprised into this. One would think that speed-dating and getting to meet a lot of cute girls (and tease however many guys she ends up paired with no matter their age) would be a perk to all the bullshit she's been dealing with. And maybe normally she would if she wasn't dealing with bad luck, her prosthetic being broken to the point she's just left it at home, and being stuck in a chair that forces her to say some shit she doesn't want to say.
But she thinks she's figured out the system now. She thinks she knows how to game it so she can speak the truth and say what she means without saying what she means. She's always been good at that after all.
And at least it lets her fulfill her nosy heart's desire to find out everything she can about whoever else she's talking to. No, no, let her make this all about you.]
So, how about I go first. [She pulls out one of the questions.] What's the last thing you think of before you go to bed at night?
III. HELPING HANDS MAKE LIGHT WORK (cw: overstepping boundaries, obsessive behavior, emotional instability, potential for stalking)
Let me get that for you.
[It starts small. She offers to help you carry something home. Or maybe she heard through the grapevine that you were looking for something and she just so happens to know where it is or how to get it. You don't even know her? No problem, she knows of you. And that's enough for her to feel like she needs to help you.
All she wants to do is help. Let her help you, she knows exactly what to do, trust her, she's got this.
As the month goes on if you turn her down, she might get insistent, or even downright dismissive of your refusal and just go along and do what she thinks you need anyway. Did she ask you properly? Who needs to ask when it's so obvious someone else needs help? You should just do.
Even after she is done an arm, she's going to insist everything is fine, she's got it all under control and she can help you no matter what.
No. Matter. What.
Sorry if you thought you could get away from her, she's going to do what she thinks you need whether you like it or not. Because as much as this is about helping you, there is very much something going on that is driving her to not take no for an answer. She has to help you, that's what she's here for. It's all that she's here for.]
IV. LONELY HEARTS CLUB (cw: paranoia, possible violence, self-destructive thoughts)
[That drive to help isn't just people she can see, oh no. The clear cries out in the woods are enough to pull her attention and send her looking for whoever may be in need. She heard the cries and followed them out into the woods...
Only to come back home with a chill in her bones and not able to remember exactly why she'd gone out into the blizzard in the first place. It's hard to get warm after being out in that cold, too. So hard she bundles up in ways she normally doesn't. She tried to heat her house more with fire, only to immediately feel aversion and a big fat NO/i> when she got too close.
She needs to get away. Being indoors doesn't help. So she goes out. But seeing people just makes it worse. Something about them makes her tense, wary, or even downright angry. All the moreso if she sees any kind of couple out and about and snaps at them.]
How fucking hard is it to keep your hands off each other in public?
[What the hell is going on with her?
And it's going to get worse. Because she's going to move from just mutter or snapping at people to outright getting in their faces. She has to keep them apart. They shouldn't be that close together. Something could go wrong. Something will go wrong? Why can't they see their are putting themselves in danger? She has to stop them.
...Someone please stop her before she causes a major incident.]
V. WILDCARD
[If none of these prompts work for you, throw something else at me and I'll roll with it! Anything romantic/sexual is F/F only, please.]