deercountry | home is where i want to be [open]

Who: amara and some other peeps, also you. yes. you.
What: slime, punching, weird dogs and more!
When: first half of april
Where: it's an open fellers

a. closed to housemates of 69 house

[when amara wakes up in the pitch black of her room and covered in horrible slime, she makes good on her siren namesake and shrieks very loudly. one might be forgiven for thinking she's been hurt by it, but really-- it's just so gross.

then she stops, because it actually doesn't feel that bad when she peels it off her arm. her skin is... so smooth. it smells nice! all the little cuts and scratches she'd had from hunting down the unsnakely and other creatures during her first month in trench are gone and fuck how long has she been asleep?

Yo, who's home?! I need some help, guys! [she calls out, struggling to sit upright with the weight of the drying mucus on her. god, have her muscles atrophied? she needs to start lifting immediately.]

b. closed to ange

[it's with significant distress that amara realises she doesn't know where ange is living. she didn't find out before she fell asleep, and it was right after that conversation she had--

ange gets a somewhat urgent message through her device; amara looking dishevelled and still with bits of mucus in her hair.]

Jaan, where are you? I fucking-- I'm sorry, I didn't avoid you! I fell asleep for... a goddamn month! Shit! Can we talk? Are you willing?

c.

[though it's quite annoying, amara can deal with the dark. xylourgos was shrouded in constant darkness under the unforgiving eclipse that never ended and while it did, admittedly, drive most of its residents to madness, amara and her team were for a long time. she didn't go loopy! well-- not much. thank god for eista keeping her sane with his constant demands for slass. well, that and the cultist killing.

now that she's awake again and despite still wanting to join the hunters and do big monster murder, amara figures she should at least act like the hero she was in partali. she's easy to see in the dark with her glowing tattoos and six ethereal arms branching from her back, all of them carrying several lanterns each. she hands them out to whoever needs them during her "morning" walk, then goes about her daily business. she finds herself needing to work to start building up her weaponry stock before she can even think about getting serious.

amara can be found doing odd jobs through all of trench, from carrying barrels to threading needles. she has worked her way up before, and she will do it again.

her omen follows along behind her without fail, panting happily (that sure is a weird dog) and catching anything she tosses to it with a long, prehensile tongue that comes out of its three-way split face.]

d. blessed are the curious, past

[a gigantic cavern stretches out, stonework dotted around it ancient and beautiful beyond imagination. it is distinctly alien, grey slate lit up with red energy. golden statues stand side by side by a small star-shaped pattern on the ground, a pedestal standing in the middle. a gigantic stone archway - not the one that was used to get here - stands with a shimmering purple surface between the supports.

it's dilapidated, but not dangerously so. this place was a place of reverence, and there are a few white wisps floating around. there is a strong sense that they were once people, but now are nothing. this is still a place of legends, but for different reasons now.

a monstrous beast lays freshly killed by the stone steps, blood pouring out of its many wounds. amara stands next to it, covered in some of the gore, watching the archway shimmer.]

No. Not this time.

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If you clog the drain, I'm not fixing it!

[He returns with some towels and stuff, drops them on a relatively clean part of the bed, and starts to help cracking off the thicker pieces of dried mucus holding her down. It's gross to touch! And yeah, definitely doesn't smell like he'd expect.]

...yeah, that's weird. I don't know if that's normal or not. I figured it'd be some kind of...salty squid stuff. [he doesn't actually ooze mucus on the regular, but he supposes it's not impossible!]

I'm not shedding! Hair, at least... [ugh. this is so gross. she manages to get up and off the bed with michael's help, stumbling slightly because she's been laying down for a month.] I--

I mean... I guess it smelling good isn't too bad. Maybe. Ugh. Whatever. I'm glad to be back and not sweetly rotting away on my bed.

[she starts gathering the big bits into a pile, not all that sure what to do with them.]

Did I miss anything?

Turn around, I'll get it out of your hair.

[It's gross and bothering him!]

Uh...weird jungle shit. Got lost in some underground graveyard for a few days. Ange...well, you should go talk to her, I think, she's going through some stuff.

[amara complies, trusting that michael is quite the expert in getting slime out of things. smartly, she does not say this out loud.]

Ah, shit. Before I fell asleep, she asked me to bond with her and I said no. Shit! [she slaps the dresser she's leaning on.] I hate that I made her miserable!

Oh, I'm sure you aren't the only thing that made her miserable.

[Michael's incredible tact strikes again! He's being very gentle with her hair, though.]

I mean, you definitely aren't. You should probably talk to her about that, though. I don't really know the whole story.

[He knows enough, but isn't really sure whether Ange would want Amara to go punch Sayo for her, or if he can stop Amara from doing that himself.]

[she actually appreciates his tactless-tact, as carefully stepping around things isn't how she does, either. amara clearly appreciates the gentleness with her hair, though, as she rolls her shoulders so he can get at it better.]

I will. Thank you for letting me know, Michael. [she is grateful for him, as she always is.] Are you doing okay after the... underground graveyard? That sounds like an oxymoron. Maybe. Aren't all graveyards technically underground?

Yeah, I guess. I had it easier than most people down there, I usually do...

[He can be killed just like everyone else here, but at least you gotta do it a little more directly. He's not just gonna starve in a hole somewhere.]

I might've almost died of smoke inhalation? It was weird, probably magic smoke or some shit.

'Cuz you're a badass, that's why. [she says this cheerfully, slapping his back and leaving a handprint of dried slime.] Are you feeling recovered from it now? Have some dried slime. It tastes good, apparently.

Gross.

[But let's be real, Michael's had worse stuff in his mouth? He contemplates this for a second, then tries a little bit.]

I guess it's not bad. And yeah, I'm fine. That wasn't really all that bad, comparatively. [...] Eurydice went back to the sea, did you know her?

Gross, I wasn't being serious. [she frowns, though, this weird little slime eating ritual no longer important.] I didn't, no. I'm sorry. Were you close?

It's actually not all that bad. Can't even be poison, right?

[He has definitely eaten worse shit!]

Oh...well, no, not really. She was cool, but we never had a chance to talk all that much. Orpheus has been a wreck, though - went beast mode right away.

[ah... another name amara doesn't recognise. she gets the basics, though, and it's troubling that "beast mode" was apparently immediate.]

I... thought it was meant to be over a period of time.

Do you know him? He was around back in Deerington.

[He had figured she wouldn't have known Eurydice, at least not well, at any rate.]

Mostly it is, but sometimes it just does that. I've only ever heard of it happening because something really bad happened to someone - like your wife going back to the sea - but they say it can also happen if you get a lot of blood on you or something. But that could just be people.

[You know, people who aren't used to be just drenched in blood!]

We might've crossed paths a few times-- I didn't manage to meet every Sleeper, though not for lack of trying. [there were a lot of them, a lot of them constantly coming and going and amara knows when she'd found her little group she stuck to them more than anything and focused too much on fighting threats.] Isn't blood weird here?

[she huffs.]

I don't know what would monsterify me immediately. Maybe losing another Siren sister, but none are here. [she tilts her head.] What about you? And-- what of your friend?

Ahhh, I don't know. I'm not that easy to shock anymore.

[Michael's seen too much. Maybe it could happen, but...well, he doesn't want to think about it.]

He's doing better now. Back home - Vyng helped too.

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