At a glance, this room is the picture of refinement. Warm lamplight casts a soft glow over deep mahogany furniture, shelves packed with aged volumes, and a heavy desk that seems to have seen generations of use. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, disturbed only when someone pulls a chair back or runs their hand along the spines of the books. The faint scent of leather and old paper hangs here, accompanied by... something else. Something metallic, maybe, that's harder to place.
A curious eye might notice that one section of the bookshelf doesn't quite match the rest. The books there are all pristine, untouched, their gilded titles too evenly spaced, their colors just slightly off from the rest. Removing the wrong book will do nothing at all, of course. But the right one... well.
Behind that shelf lies something less scholarly. Stone stairs feed into a dank chamber, the air turns cool and damp, and the scent of dust gives way to iron and oil. The room beyond is small, barely large enough for the tools lining its walls, implements whose purposes are best left unspecified. There's a drain in the floor, old and stained, and the faint sound of dripping water.
It's fine. This is fine.
Maoamo has found herself at the jail. Perhaps there is a desire to trace the steps of Yuki and Lynne or perhaps she just felt the need to check everything one more time before new changes occur, but she's here. Her tail flicking back and forth as she touches the books and heads further in.
Then she pauses as she spots him. Her ears turns towards him as she folds her hands over one another. ]
[ Some ideas... huh? Is this something she should ask more about? ]
It may not be anything you'll be aware of physically and it may be different for each person. While I didn't notice anything about Lynne, those closer may be able to share their insights. Yuki seemed a bit clingy. It was as if he was afraid he would be completely alone and wanted to hold on to anyone who gave him a bit of attention.
If you're worried, you could have someone check you over each week. [ ... ] Preferably someone who wouldn't hide if something was off.
It may be worth asking around to see if anyone knows. [ ... ] Maybe after a couple of days.
[ While she's bad at emotions, she can understand people might want space after all of that. She does give a nod. ]
I can do that for as long as I'm able. [ A glance to the questionable torture space ] Are you okay here or would you rather go somewhere else? [ Without mystery stains... ]
I mean... I should look... normal. I don't tan very easily, I don't have any birthmarks, and no disfiguring scars. Just some minor ones from when I was working.
[ though maybe his idea of minor is different than others... ]
The handprints are the newest things, and those are already healing.
[ and even though she saw them at trial, he'll tug his sleeve up a bit further, to show that yes, they stop pretty much right where his clothes started. ]
[ While she herself is assuming something will happen to her given they have little say in the matter, she isn't sure if that's the case for him. Is he someone who needs that bit of light at the end of the tunnel? ]
If there is an end to this, than it may only happen to a few of us.
[ As for the gears... she's looking him over, her gaze lingering on those ears for a moment before moving on over him. She can't imagine it. ]
It would probably be something related to poisons or plants. Maybe a mushroom?
[ using one of her sleeves to wipe off one of her own freckles off. she would rather not become a monster... but she already paints spots on herself. ]
There's a rare medicinal ingredient that is made from a fungus growing from a caterpillar.
[ maomao then does touch her freckles... or rather fake freckles ]
I suppose it's something I'm curious about, but wouldn't try finding myself.
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chromatized) wrote2025-11-04 10:48 pm
w1, after surprise! meeting on sunday
Study/Jail
STUDY
At a glance, this room is the picture of refinement. Warm lamplight casts a soft glow over deep mahogany furniture, shelves packed with aged volumes, and a heavy desk that seems to have seen generations of use. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, disturbed only when someone pulls a chair back or runs their hand along the spines of the books. The faint scent of leather and old paper hangs here, accompanied by... something else. Something metallic, maybe, that's harder to place.
A curious eye might notice that one section of the bookshelf doesn't quite match the rest. The books there are all pristine, untouched, their gilded titles too evenly spaced, their colors just slightly off from the rest. Removing the wrong book will do nothing at all, of course. But the right one... well.
Behind that shelf lies something less scholarly. Stone stairs feed into a dank chamber, the air turns cool and damp, and the scent of dust gives way to iron and oil. The room beyond is small, barely large enough for the tools lining its walls, implements whose purposes are best left unspecified. There's a drain in the floor, old and stained, and the faint sound of dripping water.
It's fine. This is fine.
Maoamo has found herself at the jail. Perhaps there is a desire to trace the steps of Yuki and Lynne or perhaps she just felt the need to check everything one more time before new changes occur, but she's here. Her tail flicking back and forth as she touches the books and heads further in.
Then she pauses as she spots him. Her ears turns towards him as she folds her hands over one another. ]
I didn't expect to see you in here.
[ Hello fellow catte ]
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Yeah just... thinking about things.
[ ... ]
Do you think we're all already infected?
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I think it's a high possibility. [ She is stepping a bit closer. ] Are you worried about what will happen if you turn or something else?
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[ he'll just have to see if it's feasible ]
... Should we be keeping track of ourselves? In case there's... physical changes. So we have an early warning.
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It may not be anything you'll be aware of physically and it may be different for each person. While I didn't notice anything about Lynne, those closer may be able to share their insights. Yuki seemed a bit clingy. It was as if he was afraid he would be completely alone and wanted to hold on to anyone who gave him a bit of attention.
If you're worried, you could have someone check you over each week. [ ... ] Preferably someone who wouldn't hide if something was off.
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[ his master and his sibling, apparently. ]
I thought it was a side effect of his sleep patterns or the whole... animal thing. But he was kind of cold, all the time, on Thursday.
[ ........ ]
Would you tell me?
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[ they must have meant a lot to him... they were on his mind at the very end ]
I would.
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[ ... Ludger pushes himself away from the wall, turning to Maomao. ]
Would you check me? Each week.
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[ While she's bad at emotions, she can understand people might want space after all of that. She does give a nod. ]
I can do that for as long as I'm able. [ A glance to the questionable torture space ] Are you okay here or would you rather go somewhere else? [ Without mystery stains... ]
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[ maybe the lighting somewhere else will uhhhhh illuminate the sparkle liquid in their veins ]
Do you want me to check you?
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It may be better considering which puppet may make an appearance here.
[ Lobelia is very much in the she wants to ignore on sight zone, but he doesn't like being ignored...
She considers for a moment. It would be useful in the event anyone realizes she wasn't checked during strip search. ]
You may, but there is something I should warn you about.
[ She will gesture for him to head out of the jail first. ]
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Uh oh. What happened?
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It's nothing that has happened here if that is what you're worried about.
[ while they are walking, she will pull up on her left sleeve to show the bandages there. it looks like it covers her whole arm.]
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Is that recent?
[ it has been a couple weeks and there are still bandages, so. it can't be a light wound. ]
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[ Some may be overly concerned about it... ]
I can show you if you want, but after I examine you.
[ Since he seemed very concerned about that ]
You mentioned you have an idea as to what you'll look like.
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[ though maybe his idea of minor is different than others... ]
The handprints are the newest things, and those are already healing.
[ and even though she saw them at trial, he'll tug his sleeve up a bit further, to show that yes, they stop pretty much right where his clothes started. ]
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[ his idea is likely different ]
I will ask Foxglove if there's any salve for burns.
[ burns healing can sometimes be as painful as the initial burn. ]
What do you think you'll turn into if infected?
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[ he's trying Not to think about that, honestly! ]
Have you?
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[ Since Yuki's appearance was a curve ball ]
We can talk about something else.
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[ and then they won't really be appreciating it, will they ]
... No, it's okay. I don't know, maybe something with gears. You?
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If there is an end to this, than it may only happen to a few of us.
[ As for the gears... she's looking him over, her gaze lingering on those ears for a moment before moving on over him. She can't imagine it. ]
It would probably be something related to poisons or plants. Maybe a mushroom?
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A mushroom? [ ... ] Do you think you'd have spots?
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[ she has seen mushrooms that sprout in a forest near decomposition but... not one growing from a body ]
Do mushrooms usually come spotted in your world?
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[ does Maomao want to be a monster ]
Why does it have to be a mushroom from a dead body?
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There's a rare medicinal ingredient that is made from a fungus growing from a caterpillar.
[ maomao then does touch her freckles... or rather fake freckles ]
I suppose it's something I'm curious about, but wouldn't try finding myself.
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