week 5 curfew ft. our emotional support npcs

[rerouter]

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[grigori]

[ if you want something non-powered from baraqiel, he is here as your emotional support watcher. but besides a brief bit of time spent looking out the window, he seems to actually prefer being further away from the stove, dressed down for the first time in public. warm.

(the undercloak has been folded neatly nearby, so it's still here.)

his daemon is actually weasel-shaped at the moment and laying stretched out to maximum noodle at the door, though, little ears twitching every now and then to listen for any changes. ]

[yueshen]

[ san lang, who has been a bunny up to this point, hops off of xie lian's lap when he notes the weasel, shifting forms gracefully into a ferret mid leap and hopping over on his little legs to come lay next to the weasel. whatcha lookin at

while this happens, xie lian looks over at baraqiel, and then frowns, sympathetically. he lifts up the edge of one of his big sleeves and scooches a little closer, then starts fanning baraqiel with it, sounding a little rueful. ]

You must be terribly uncomfortable, Baraqiel... [ all those layers. ]

[grigori]

[ a chitter of greeting and a headrub from the weasel to the ferret. they should? be able to open the door fine? but of course they want to keep the warmth inside for the others, so the daemon appears to just be peeking under the crack. and also cooling off here.

baraqiel makes a noncommittal noise, but does turn his face towards the fanning. ]

It could be worse. [ meaning he is kind of sweaty, yeah. ] But you know we have conditions for taking the cloak or the mask off.

[yueshen]

[ san lang chitters back. hello! xie lian, meanwhile, continues to fan them, though, realization dawns slowly on his face. ]

...So if one of us asked you, despite there being a group of us. You could remove your cloak - and your mask?

[ oh....

there's a pause. ]

...Would you be more comfortable if that was the case...?

[grigori]

[


baraqiel assesses the group gathered. regards even kim. considers. the weasel glances over and chirps, once, in some sort of communication between it and its person. ]

... six would be a safe number. [ and he doesn't dislike anyone here. so. ]

[yueshen]

[ . . . ]

Then... Baraqiel, if you would be more comfortable, would you show us your true face?

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[grigori]

[ shifting to sit up, baraqiel moves to undo the clasp, first, letting the cloak slip back along with the hood. he folds it up and sets it atop the undercloak, wings shaking out a little before refolding now that he doesn't have to worry about the cloak itself anymore.

the mask comes off next, gold dust flaking off his face and fading away in shimmers. ]

[grigori]

[ and, probably to the shock of absolutely no one in this curfew PC, here is your watcher. except he's already reaching up to wipe away blood from the gnarled scar that is his eye. ] This is more tolerable than Cittàgazze, at least. But wearing the mask in here and bleeding at the same time is a trial in and of itself.

[powerplay]

[ Ritty snif at weasel. Power still has leftover bread from when she ran off to get snacks for cyoa returners. She hands him a pastry too. ]

If I want to send food to the graveyard, do I just smush it into a bottle?

[grigori]

[ weasel sniff ritty. gives small lick to nose. affection. ]

You can. We've had to take large batches that wouldn't fit in bottles, but I've watched some weird shit get jammed in those things to get sent. Besides your spiders.

[ he accepts the pastry. ]

[powerplay]

[ Ritty settles here half on top of weasel. Animal pile. ]

Did God get the spiders?! [ THIS SHOULD NOT BE AS EXCITING NEWS AS IT MIGHT BE. ] This messaging system is strange but very fun!

[yueshen]

[ xie lian looks so startled ]

[powerplay]

[ if mods were less merciful Xie Lian would have gotten a bottle full of spiders ]

[grigori]

We didn't get them back, so I would assume so. I hope whoever this stupid religion's god is opened the bottle and had them launch into their face.

[ this is why they get along. also the weasel is fine with this. ]

[powerplay]

Excellent! I intend to keep doing it until we get answers or they let us leave!

[evocationary]

[did god get the spiders is the funniest question lup has ever heard, hello]

[rerouter]

Oh, you went with spiders instead?

[powerplay]

I also sent the binch strips!

[ She sounds so very proud about that. ]

[booksleeves]

You send spiders to God?

[This. . . makes her start laughing.]

[powerplay]

Yes! I intend to fill their mailbox with garbage until they get sick and has to respond! [ Please. ]

[booksleeves]

Oh.

[Says the girl who stuffed like ten different meals into bottles this week.]

[grigori]

It still works well enough, sending smaller things in the bottles. We can't spend all day playing courier anyways. A feast was sent this week, though, that couldn't fit.

[rerouter]

[... she passes them a cool water bottle for their sweaty woes.]

Will you be okay?

[grigori]

[ now that we are unmasked - ] I'll be fine. The mask and the cloak just retain so much of the warmth that it's not particularly tolerable. [ accepting this bottle, though. ]

[rerouter]

Jeez... Who designed those, anyway?