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thefoundation2020-08-24 10:10 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2020-08-24 10:10 am
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[CONTINUE + 2] Week 1 || Act: mingle
Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.
Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, despite this being your third 'time' trying this monday.
There doesn't seem to be many Monsters here...or at least, you think there was more before? Huh.
Well, whatever.
You still have a mission - And with two trials under your belt, you're now a little closer to figuring things out.
...How much longer will this repeat?
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[She looks up and blinks - with all of her eyes - before smiling.]
Oh! Hello~ I didn't feel you come in, hee hee~ Of course.
[She points to the pile of donuts.]
These are Spider Donuts! With fresh Spider Cider in the batter, of course. I think it'll be delicious even for non-spiders~ 10g each.
[She points to a few sealed bottles, that look like they contain normal...if pale...cider.]
And this is the Spider Cider! Made from whole spiders, not the just the juice. 20g a bottle~ It'd be wonderful to have with a donut, don't you think?
[As she finishes speaking, the grayish-purple spider in the teacup seems to sit up and climb out of it, quietly walking over to Sherlock on the table.]
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[He answers glibly, so likely have webbing to act as sensors? Good to know. He makes the motion of tipping his hat at the curious little Spider]
I think I might purchase some Cider actually.
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[She bats her innumerable eyelashes at him, innocently and almost pleading, while holding one of her arms out for the money.
Meanwhile, the little spider suddenly leaps onto Sherlock's hand, clambering onto his arm and up towards his shoulder.]
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[He pauses as he felt the spider leap on him, momentarily starting, before holding still, letting it clamor up on him. Long as his mask is on he should feel like a dog]
Curious little spider, aren't you?
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[She takes the gold, handing over the bottle of cider.]
Hee hee~ Enjoy.
[Meanwhile, the grayish-purple spider has finished clambering up his shoulder, crossing over to his face...and begins to....
bash it's little leggies on the side of his face? Not where his snout would be - his face.
And every time it does, there's a whisper of...a voice.]
* ....lp...
* ...he....
* i....urts....
* Ho....mes....
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...It's... touching his actual face? And the whisper... it's him?
It took look all his willpower not to scoop the spider in his hand, rushed movements are bad for small creatures]
Miss, who is this little one?
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[Muffet blinks again, but this time she tilts her head.]
Who are you talking about? There's nothing there.
[And then, more insistent, the legs hitting harder.]
* help
* he
* lp
* wh....am....I...?
* hu rts
* i am.....
* i....?
* ....where
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* where
* is
* the
* rest
* of
* me
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* pl ease
* gI
* Ve
* me
* ba CK
[The little spider suddenly stops hitting and falls from his shoulder.]
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[He sounded distracted, the words - the insistent little voice, the desperation. As the spider suddenly falls, he moves quickly to catch it. No - no, not now - he had to do something]
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[Muffet giggles, just as the spider lands into his palm, convulsing and curling in on itself, as if in the throws of death or intense pain.
It's not talking anymore, but you get the sense it would be screaming, if it could.]
Have a nice day~
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[He said reflexively, not even really paying attention to her as the spider curls in his palm, his hand gently curling around it protectively even as it went convulses. Sherlock will take the Spider that had spoken with the Professor's voice with him]
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* One bottle of Spider Cider!
* One
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* Hot baths soothe the pain.
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We'll be heating right back to the Inn, Minazuki.
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[...ah, right. She waves to Muffet.]
Maybe some other time.
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[If only they can see it, that sure does sound important.]
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[Hm...]
Actually, could I have two? One of them is for a friend.
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[She giggles, while holding out her hand towards Karen.]
Though a donut would make it go down nicer, you know!
[The spider from the tea looks over at Karen, from their perch on Sherlock's Shoulder.]
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First things first, Karen pays for the donuts before even considering either suggestion.]
I suppose I could stay a while. Though my friends will get worried if I'm gone too long. [You know, just. Establishing that it'd be noticed if she suddenly went missing. For no particular reason.] I'm not really sure if anything else is in my budget for the day, but--
[But then tea spider starts happening.]
I meant cider in the last tag, dh
[Muffet tilts her head as she hands over the donuts, blinking.]
I figured 👍