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rysligparasites) wrote2019-02-11 11:00 pm
rysligparasites) wrote2019-02-11 11:00 pm
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WELCOME TO THE HIVE
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During your stay, you'll likely run into other monsters who've been replaced by doppelgangers.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.
Gregg Lee | OTA
[If anything he has to say, this is a rude as hell awakening. One minute laying in his box and the next he’s awake and he can’t move. He figures it must be a wide-awake dream, sleep paralysis. After all, there was no giant bugs he ever remembered seeing in Ryslig. But after he waits to go back to sleep or get a new dream. But no, these are real bugs. And he’s really paralyzed.
Gregg keeps trying to will himself on the journey to wiggle loose, to magically roll out of their clutches. But this is his brain yelling at his body, a body that can’t really listen because well, bug paralysis.
He can’t help but think ‘at least it’s not a cult of old people’. Even in the dark of the tunnels he has to be grateful he wasn’t kidnapped by a crazed worshipper of the Fog God. As he gets that tingle in his body, the insects, wriggling his limbs back to the full range of movement.
But that doesn’t mean the bugs won’t leave him alone nooo. There’s one with a weird human face giving him the low down as other bugs feel him up with their antenna.
Gregg is kind of exasperated. Mostly because he didn’t get much sleep to begin with and now these antennae are really ticklish.]
So now there’s a BUG faction? I gotta worry about bugs now?! Eff! Big fat eff!!
B. It’s the time of your life (Febuary 15th)
No no dude. Moshing is easy. You guys just keep doing it wrong.
[Gregg tries demonstrating again. He’s been here for awhile and while they don’t seem they want to eat him...he’s gotta bide his time somehow, right? And since he’s a pooka, feeding off social company of other monsters is kind of what he does.
He gently bumps sides with a parasite, going around in a circle. Bump. Bump. Bump.]
Do that, but waaaaay faster and in a circle—wait wait—aaaaaaaaaah not like that!
[Ok Gregg might have regrets. The parasites decide to interpret moshing as ‘swarming around Gregg in a circular scuttle’. With so many just...running around him and over him he falls over, wiggling out of frustration.]
Ok that’s good! Maybe we just like...do pogoing! Aaaaaaah this sucks.
C. So live it well (Febuary 15th onwards)
[So this is his life now. God, he’s feeling nostalgic for Bavan of all places. At least with Castle Mirai he wasn’t dogpiled by a dozen parasites every time he tried to sleep. Or when he slept, he would suddenly wake up moving because he clung to a parasite that was up and busy during the night.
At least as a pooka he didn’t have a hard time searching the tunnels, so he could manage to slip away long enough to be alone for a bit until he would run into another captive here. Each time he did his reaction was the same:]
Holy shit, a not bug person.
But like, I think if it weren’t for all the bugs though, I’d live in tunnels more though. A tunnel boy.
[Wildcard]
[Gregg will be going in circles, going stir crazy in the tunnels and looking for a way out so if you want something else outside these prompts go right on.]
B
But then she giggles when the parasites all converge on him, because that is hilarious.]
Is that supposed to be a dance?
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The laugh isn't what gets him, it's the fact that he has More people to teach the gospel of mosh.]
Well yeah dude! It's moshing! You slam your bodies together to show how aggro the music gets you!
no subject
[Nothing about that sounds fun, or like dancing.]
But why would you slam your bodies together?
[Instinctively, she folds her arms in, as if to protect herself from being slammed into.]
And what's "aggro"?
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Because! It's an expression of the music! Of anarchy!
It's like...you take all those things that make you mad like the government, capitalism, not being able to eat pizza anymore and put it into dancing!
no subject
She is really confused. But she understands the whole "things that make you mad" part.]
So you run into other people because you're mad? That still doesn't sound like dancing!
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Yeah! Cause when you start running into each other and stuff, you're no longer mad!
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That sounds like what the dirty students at my school think. [She says this with no irony, as if yes, of course this guy would understand and not be insulted at all.] They don't care about doing well. They just want to roll around in the mud like... hm, pigs.