entreats: (someone who reaches out)
ange "the definition of chuunibyou" ushiromiya ([personal profile] entreats) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-03-13 08:29 pm

(open) you're looking at me like you don't know who i am

Who: Ange, Ruby, Break, and anyone who knows any of them.
What: Corruption turned Ange into a true Umineko witch who decided the best way to keep the people she loves safe from this town is to drag them into a pocket dimension.
When: For a while in March.
Where: Ange and Ruby's house-turned-small-pocket-dimension.

Content Warnings: Potential violence if anyone acts particularly antagonistic. Potential talk of violence or gore. Other warnings will be added when things pop up.



Perhaps you have seen Ruby's odd network post and decided to check things out. Or maybe you're just wandering around Trench and notice that Ange and Ruby's house suddenly looks.. different.

The house has been completely overgrown by way oversized roses, big thorns growing out of all the stems, completely obscuring the structure that's supposed to be underneath it. If you get close enough to the cluster of roses, you may feel your connection to any of the three people inside suddenly pull you in. (Please note: only people who know either Ange, Ruby or Break will be able to enter the pocket dimension because of this!)

If you give in to the sensation, everything around you might go black, and when the light returns, you seem to find yourself in.. a hedge maze. A rather odd one, though. As you stumble through it, you may suddenly find yourself in random rooms, and then back out of them into the hedge maze once more. The Moss King's wild plants seem to have even invaded corners of this place, so you might want to watch out you avoid having those snap at you. Retracing your steps through the labyrinth feels impossible, like the way is changing up behind you with every step. Some rooms make perfect sense - like a neat and elaborate kitchen, or a library - and others seem to consist of nonsense with stairs leading upside down or to nowhere, or gravity not working in a specific room at all.

Flying throughout the entire maze are golden butterflies. They seem to fly with direction, and if you follow them, you might find them leading you to one of the people you were looking for..
terriblepurpose: (003)

Gardening

[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2023-03-13 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is far from the first time Paul has ended up in a different place than he expected to end up when he passed a threshold. He's developed a set of responses and rules to handle them.

Most of them are an extension of the first sets of rules his mother and father instilled in him. Rules for entering another person's home, rules for stepping into unknown territory. Rules for swimming in strange waters.

The garden-maze is beautiful. It reminds him of other gardens, other mazes. He is contemplating an arrangement of rose bushes at the corner of one turn peacefully when Ruby approaches, his dark coat folded over his arm and no sign of anything in his expression beyond mild curiosity. ]


Hello, Lady Rose. [ He smiles back at her, a little, old joke in the too-formal naming. ] I'm all right. I only stopped by to say hello. See how things were.

This is a very beautiful place. The Omni didn't do it justice.
onekindsoul: (Uminekop)

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2023-03-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Ruby returned Paul's smile back with one of her own and a polite little bow. Much more prim and proper than anything Ruby could really manage on a normal day.]

Paul of House Atreides. I'm honored that you'd grace us with your presence today.

[She takes a moment to step back and enjoy the beauty of the garden herself.]

Pictures often pale in comparison to the real thing, don't they?
terriblepurpose: (040)

[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2023-03-30 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Paul was less well-mannered himself, the hair on the back of his neck might have the temerity to lift. He bows back in echo with those fine filaments still flat against his skin. ]

They do.

[ He thinks of a jewelled box, of fine clockwork mechanisms. He stops thinking of them. He thinks of flowers, their clustered complexity, innocuous and lovely. ]

It seems like quite a feat of creation. I hope it wasn't overly taxing.