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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During your stay, you'll likely run into other monsters who've been replaced by doppelgangers.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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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.

"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!

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.

White still has some hue to it buddy. Anyway.

Reira raises her eyebrows, and the bugs chitter various answers of No.

"...Why would they know about someone named 'Charles'..."

The response isn't exactly encouraging. Fran's expression sinks, worry a bit more evident. Since it seems their fellow kelpie is the easiest to speak to, they turn to face Reira instead.

"I lived with him, he disappeared a day before I was brought here... so I thought, you know... He'd probably be around?" After all, if not here, then where?

"Mnhh.... ...Did...he have a computer?"

She did promise the bugs that she wouldn't tell them about where they were, or spoil the surprise.

She supposes that trying to contact someone who's missing wouldn't be breaking that rule.

A bit more nervous fidgeting, they give a nod,

"Yeah- They usually went by.. uh. C, or UmbrellaMan" Or some other host of names, Charles was a difficult one to pin down sometimes. Still, there's some hope left.

Reira stares.

"Umn.... ...do you have his number..?" Please Fran. She needs the number.

This is totally a thing Fran should know, and definitely tells Reira when they ask for it....

((His inbox page was never actually made, so I have no idea what the number is OOC))

[Well, she'll try it in any case.]

Mnh.

It doesn't exist.

[...As far as Fran will have seen, Reira just closed her eyes and stood there for a second.]

[That's... Odd. A more skeptical person might have doubted her... After all, she could have just closed her eyes and said anything.

Fran believes her though, and that's even more worrying. They only just stop themselves from chewing on their bottom lip]

W- what does that even mean? I was talking to him just the other day! But I don't have my device with me to show you...

Mn. Addresses disappear when people go away, [She explains.] ...So.

...I think it means...he's not in Ryslig anymore.

...I'm sorry, [She adds belatedly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.]

[What... do you even say to that. Fran's lips part, a silent 'oh' forming but never voiced. There's a very long, uncomfortable pause.]

I-... [That's an emotion they haven't felt strongly for a while. Sadness? Loss? Fear?] I need to go.

[They stammer out, a slight crack in their voice as they turn about, not even waiting for a response as they start walking towards the nearest exit.]

((Can be a wrap up point, or could follow along if ya want~))

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