[Uh oh, what is that sound? With the way things are going with this VR, this may not even be the first time you've heard the oncoming approach of an angry chicken stampede. The telltale bok-bok-bok coming ever closer, the rustle of horrible feathers in the distance! They're coming right at you! Run!
Weirdly, it looks like they must be chasing something in your direction, but there's nothing visible—at first. But suddenly, mere feet away, some round floating alien thing just pops out of thin air and barrels right into you. He was obviously fleeing the chickens, and now you're caught up in whatever horrible mistake he made to cause this.
He clings to your shirt, o unlucky one:]
Well, don't just stand there!
IV. Ribbon Gaming the System
[Or not, as the case may be.
The allure of competition with fabulous prizes is too powerful for Magolor. Of course he's going to participate in this game! And so on Day 1, off he goes to visit Diacht's temple for the first time for some easy-peasy participation points to cash in on later.
Or so he thinks. Whatever happens inside the temple doesn't take very long, and here he comes floating out the door with a cheerful smile on his face and a spring in his figurative step, not to mention a bright ribbon clutched in his hands—but he's only a few steps out the door when the ribbon just dissolves like nothing. Like sand between his palms. A step or two later he notices, looking down at his gloves with an open, shocked expression.]
Oh, you're—kidding . . . tch.
[He's too surprised to even notice yet if anyone just witnessed that.]
V. Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer
[It says a lot about how the past couple of weeks have gone that Magolor is actually relieved that the moneymaker at this party is so comparatively easy. No more physical labor! No more chickens! No more . . . saying honest things about himself! Just good old-fashioned awkward physical contact with strangers! He can do that!
Somehow, he managed to get out of the temple week with seven Diacht ribbons, and it was probably traumatizing to him, so don't ask. But there they are proudly affixed to his cape, just ready for you to snag one of if you're among the willing. He's utterly shameless about approaching people at the party, getting in faces, reaching for hands:]
Hellooooo! Don't tell me you're a wallflower. Let's do a little exchange, hmm? These people went to all this trouble for us, the least we can do is show them some action!
[He giggles innocently. You just want to hug him, don't you?
Or you could approach him first, he is definitely open for that.]
Wildcard
[I'm always down for this! Hit me up to plot @ benthic, in PM, or wherever you like!]
Magolor | Kirby | Diacht
[Uh oh, what is that sound? With the way things are going with this VR, this may not even be the first time you've heard the oncoming approach of an angry chicken stampede. The telltale bok-bok-bok coming ever closer, the rustle of horrible feathers in the distance! They're coming right at you! Run!
Weirdly, it looks like they must be chasing something in your direction, but there's nothing visible—at first. But suddenly, mere feet away, some round floating alien thing just pops out of thin air and barrels right into you. He was obviously fleeing the chickens, and now you're caught up in whatever horrible mistake he made to cause this.
He clings to your shirt, o unlucky one:]
Well, don't just stand there!
IV. Ribbon Gaming the System
[Or not, as the case may be.
The allure of competition with fabulous prizes is too powerful for Magolor. Of course he's going to participate in this game! And so on Day 1, off he goes to visit Diacht's temple for the first time for some easy-peasy participation points to cash in on later.
Or so he thinks. Whatever happens inside the temple doesn't take very long, and here he comes floating out the door with a cheerful smile on his face and a spring in his figurative step, not to mention a bright ribbon clutched in his hands—but he's only a few steps out the door when the ribbon just dissolves like nothing. Like sand between his palms. A step or two later he notices, looking down at his gloves with an open, shocked expression.]
Oh, you're—kidding . . . tch.
[He's too surprised to even notice yet if anyone just witnessed that.]
V. Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer
[It says a lot about how the past couple of weeks have gone that Magolor is actually relieved that the moneymaker at this party is so comparatively easy. No more physical labor! No more chickens! No more . . . saying honest things about himself! Just good old-fashioned awkward physical contact with strangers! He can do that!
Somehow, he managed to get out of the temple week with seven Diacht ribbons, and it was probably traumatizing to him, so don't ask. But there they are proudly affixed to his cape, just ready for you to snag one of if you're among the willing. He's utterly shameless about approaching people at the party, getting in faces, reaching for hands:]
Hellooooo! Don't tell me you're a wallflower. Let's do a little exchange, hmm? These people went to all this trouble for us, the least we can do is show them some action!
[He giggles innocently. You just want to hug him, don't you?
Or you could approach him first, he is definitely open for that.]
Wildcard
[I'm always down for this! Hit me up to plot @