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WELCOME TO THE HIVE

MOD PLOT: HAPPY ASCENSION DAY

It's a long journey to Kulen and you’re paralyzed for all of it. The parasites aren't very delicate about carrying you there and you may get prodded with the odd pincer, but they diligently protect you from any external threats so you arrive relatively unharmed.

They carry you into a series of tunnels and into the belly of the hive where they lay you down on the ground. You lie there, unable to move or speak as more of the parasites converge on you, chittering excitedly and smelling you with their antennae. As the paralysis starts to wear off, they roughly and enthusiastically help you up and guide you through the tunnels, excitedly showing you around.

Eventually, you'll meet a parasite with human features who will give you a stilted, but genuine welcome. Apparently you are a special guest who has been brought here to help celebrate their beloved queen's first ever ascension day! While you're here, they want to learn as much about YOU and your traditions as they can so they can make this the greatest party ever.

The parasites implore you to eat their human cooking which is mostly composed of various things (both edible and not) that they've deep fried. They worked very hard and they will be very offended if you don't finish it. They also invite you to contribute to their cave paintings which are entirely composed of parasites doing parasite things.

During your stay, you'll likely run into other monsters who've been replaced by doppelgangers. Maybe some of them have been here for a while. Maybe others have just turned up.

Your quarters are dark and maybe a little cramped given that you're sharing them with a whole bunch of insectoid creatures and maybe one or two monsters. Other than that, they're relatively comfortable.

Settle in and make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while.

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Oh, oh no. He's sticky. This is very, very unpleasant. He stares, wide-eyed as Maurice wheezes and tangles in his wings like a cartoon character dipped in glue.

"Here, calm down. Can you let me go?"

He doesn't like having his feathers yanked out, thanks.

For an instant, Maurice is bold enough to look up at the other monster and appear insulted. Calm down? CALM DOWN? Can't he see where they are? He has enough eyes! But then he remembers--oh yeah. He's a sticky horse. And if he doesn't cool his jets, he isn't going to be untangling himself any time soon.

Or worse yet, end up sticking himself to the floor which wouldn't really help anybody.

Maurice closes his eyes and reins in his panicked wheezing. Breathing in and out, counting to five because he isn't sure he can make it to ten. Slowly, with a sort of gross slurping sound, the leaves of his tail tendril peel away from Egon's feathers and fall with a plop to the dirt floor.

The moment of silence (save the distant squeaking of their captors) does him some good. When he opens his eyes, he tries to apologize.

"H--!" Maurice makes a helpless, apologetic gesture. And then he finally actually looks at Egon. He's never seen a monster like him before and he's so startled that he just kind of stares.

Unused to this ammount of praise, Maurice is content to just sort of sit and blush for a few moments. He hears a strangly familiar voice though. With his ears perked forward, he spots the hopping rat boy.

"Wh..." The last time he'd seen Gregg, Gregg was just a little tyke. They'd talked about weaponizing turkey bones. Had he really been gone that long?

"Woah, uh, hey dude. L-long time no see?"

Was he losing his mind?

(Thankfully that sorted itself out, because Lucretia's in no shape to be physically defending anybody, as much as her heart bleeds for this poor girl. Innocents coming to harm is always something that incenses her. Her shoulders drop in relief as the parasite scuttles away, and she too turns to their new cellmate, her voice softening a little in response to her dull stare.)

I'm sorry- you're safe, here. We aren't going to eat you.

(No response. Lucretia's eyes flick nervously over to Majima, and then back to the girl.)

Maybe... she's paralyzed, like we were when we first got here.

(Or maybe she's just in shock, because she doesn't nod or shake her head in response to Lucretia's spoken theory. She simply stares. Lucretia decides to give her a bit of space, backing up a step or two with her hands up, palms out.) How are we going to get her out of here?

"My name's Eisuke." [He fell silent, apparently wondering about the most obvious question.]

"How did you get here? I didn't see you before you just showed up."

[It would seem he was still new enough to not know about a lot of things. Like magic.

At least he was trying to not talk about the food swap, just to be sure the bugs would let him be.]

Oh! Like this.

['Like This' is not much of a demonstration. What with the limits of the magic, most monsters- short of followers of Elias- aren't privy to what goes on when Reira stops time. As far as Eisuke can see, Reira just blips from existence to move a foot away.] See?

[No Reira that really wasn't an explanation.]

It's the curse of trying to help with, well. Anything really. Reira seems relieved about the load of questions being split about, but now they're just coming in faster it seems like. They somehow move from the topic of Mana, to the topic of Kelpie (likely because Reira mentions it being Mana's doing that she's become one).

'Why did one have to ask the magical woman, while the other did not??' 'Could you ask to be one of us??' 'Yes, could you be more like us! It would be very, 'Flattering'!'

"Aaaah..." Reira's not sure how to answer those latter ones. "Um- well, Mana can change what monsters we are- but she can only use other monsters, I think...'Bugs' are 'Bugs', right..?"

Aaaa, they just keep coming. Fran's responses are slow and somewhat half-hearted for a while, but they do slowly start getting into it. Through some strange twist of fate, Fran and the bugs approach studying humans from very similar perspectives... Which is to say they're both incredibly naive.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, everything in this land is a bit weird! It's very difficult to figure out if anything is intentional or not!" Met with yet more questions. 'Why not try! You could try! Will you try for us?' Hoo boy, in for the long haul.

"Aa- Well, We'll see I guess! Hey- Uh, this ceremony thing you guys are doing, what happens after it?" Fran Tries to interject with more questions... but they ignore it and just keep asking more of their own. 'Why are you blue, and she green?' 'Do the colours mean anything?' 'Why do you have horns?'

"Nh- I.. Don't know! That's just the colour we ended up! I always had horns, they're not part of being a monster... though some monsters get horns... I don't think the colours mean anything!" It just keeps going! Fran's eyes shift over to Reira, silently asking if they can escape for a bit.

It's surprisingly handy, except for the part where I can barely keep my eyes open in the morning. Now that I'm a werewolf, I'm a night owl.

...but I'd say that kinda suits me, too. No regrets.

[ "Lord of the Night", indeed. ]

How's the kelpie life going?

[ "No," said the young woman. Majima perked his ears up at the sound of her voice. ]

No?

[ "I don't want to leave."

Well, apparently she was still perfectly capable of speaking, though Majima had his doubts about what she had to say. ]

Come again? At the risk of pointin' out the obvious, that bug was A-OK with servin' you up on a platter.

Egon takes a deep breath when the kelpie manages to get off of him, brushing feathers down and back into place carefully and watching him wheeze and whine with an expression of mild annoyance and deep concern.

"I don't believe we're in any danger, if you mean to warn me. We would have been much easier to eat while frozen."

[That part at least earns a soft giggle, the kelpie's horns bobbing as they nod.]

I'm glad you've taken to it so well... Most of us end up nocturnal, I only really go around in the day for arrivals.

[Since talking across the room is kindof awkward, and Fran could use the distraction, they start shuffling their way over, scooting as gracefully as one could scoot and sitting back down beside Majima.]

Being a kelpie is... Not too bad! I spend a lot more time in the water than I used to. Folks tend to think of us as horses-first and aquatic creatures second... but I kinda see it as the other way around. Aside from skin colour and hair, our physical changes aren't very extreme, either, so that's nice.

Why? It's terrible, down here.

(Is this eventually part of it? Not wanting to leave? The girl looks stubborn now, and Lucretia exasperated, her form rippling once through as her concentration slips ever so slightly.

"I want to stay, for the Ascension.")

Okay-- look, I know they've been calling it the 'greatest party ever' but I think that's more for, uh, their benefit, than yours. I think you'd sooner be a party bag for somebody attending the Ascension, if you catch my drift.

(Oh, a banana? This smells promising-- Lucretia accepts it gratefully, torn bits and all, and pops a piece into her mouth.

... Maybe not. Her expression scrunches after a moment, but she still finishes chewing, and swallowing.)

I... don't know what they've been frying all of this in exactly, but I don't think I agree with it.

(She hasn't had anything else to eat though, so she's just going to keep eating the banana regardless. She's so hungry.) Thank you for trying, though.

They've done their share of 'distracting' us, I've noticed, whenever I've strayed too far... hm, but they're also always begging for us to teach them new things. Perhaps that could work as a means of distraction...

[He's not so sure he's the best one to come up with entertaining ideas, but surely he can pull out something from back home as an idea.]

We'll probably have better chances together. I've tried escape enough times on my own... we may find strength in numbers works better.

Mmmh, unfortunately, most of my usual methods aren't available anymore... But, we can think that over while we search, no?

[At which point they nod, gesturing vaguely in one direction to start in. It actually doesn't take too long for Fran to find one of the bugs that can speak to them.]

Hello? I'm looking for someone! It's very important. His name is Charles? is he here?.... Do you even know our names?

[To which they get a few gumbled half-fluent replies, the general consensus is know. They're vaguely aware of names, but don't know anyone by that name... There's a couple monsters that might fit the description? It's time for Fran to turn to Kain.]

Looks like asking isn't gonna get us that far...

"...That didn't explain anything. Did you teleport?"

[From Eisuke's perspective, teleporting was really the best explanation for what just happened. Stopping time wasn't something he'd normally consider unless it was specifically mentioned.

Actually, maybe playing the 'new to town' card would get him a better explanation.]

"I'm still new, so I don't know how you did that. Is that something all monsters can do?" [Does he have to worry about teleporting monsters now?]

Well... it's edible.

[He shrugs, sifting though things. At least there were a few fried mushrooms he had convinced the bugs to introduce.]

I'd like to make sure no one starves.

It's amazing how fast they grow up. Gregg barely remembers much from that incident so he kind of knows Maurice as a 'dude he met somewhere'.

"Uh sure!"

Scratches his chin...you know, he never considered that maybe with the humanizations in this world that someone from his world could slip in.

"Did we go to high school? Possum Springs High?"

[In his defense, that beat is almost Funky Fresh.]

I'm laying down a phat beat for your wordsmithing?

"We're different types of seaweed." So much for doesn't mean anything. Reira points. "His types are blue, mine are green. It's like how some of you have special wings, but the others don't."

That it seems, is rather easy for the bugs to grasp! Wow!

Nope.

[How explanatory.] Just me, and Marco. Elias taught us how to do it- I just stopped time.

[Stopped time...of course...because that's simple...]

But Fran's hair is white! White seaweed! Not that Fran's gonna go out of their way to correct the girl.

"Let's go with that!" It'll do for now. "If I can ask a question then, have any of you bugs... or you, miss... seen a boy named charles? Yeay- high, looks kinda like a dog with spots?" One hand raises, holding out level to indicate their height.

Please be here.

[ The girl sort of shrugged, in that uniquely teenage way. "It's important. Other people have tried to escape. But it never works. I want to be with my family."

At this, Majima's ears pulled down a little. Of course she had a family here. Of fucking course she did. ]

Your folks're held here with ya?

[ "I was raised here..."

Oh. Jeez. ]

That's thoughtful of you.

(She's still chewing the banana with that same, disdainful expression on her face, but at least she's getting something down. She needs the energy, she's having trouble with her form down here in the dim light.)

I'd like to make sure everybody makes it out of here sooner rather than later.

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