R5: ghost hangout

[foundationmods]

[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.

Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?

If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.

Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]

Comments

[tangentlion]

[Sho squints]

Are you the spider? Or are you the babies?

[foundationmods]

I am what she would have called her child, once.

Before I ate her.

[tangentlion]

... You ate your own mom.

Wow.


[Can we have ONE ROUND without vore???? no. we can't. vore always]

[lightreaching]

[ LOOKS AT HER FEET ]

[tangentlion]

[.......... flayn is there something you need to share with the class]

[lightreaching]

[ YOU SAW HER VORE SOMEONE??? EVERYONE SAW IT??? ]

[tangentlion]

[CROW ISN'T YOUR MOM????]

[lightreaching]

[ SHE CONTRIBUTED TO THE VORE ATMOSPHERE YOU KNOW WHAT SHE MEANS ]

[accrowed]

[ you dunno his life!!! ]

[eyeforai]

[Well he sure doesn't wanna know now]

[baitless]

[NO CROW IS VERY DEFINITELY NOT HER MOM]

[noneforall]

[Wow did Week 4 Saturday just get a lot more awkward fam.]

[dreamshielder]

[LOOKS AT BOTH OF THEM TBH.]

[lightreaching]

[ SHE ATE A MAN AND SHE'S FEELING THE HEARTBURN FROM IT ]

[carbide]

[It's fine, Olympia's not judging you, Flayn! As long as you don't invoke any clever wordplay with your vore.]

[foundationmods]

Mother?

Maybe. But she was the one that was wrong. She trapped me/us in here, in the egg. And even though she is now us, her body and webs still keep us here.

You/I/We are in her personal web, and we need to be free.

[tangentlion]

She probably just wanted you to develop properly. Usually, eggs hatch when what's inside is ready to be born. Are we ready now?

[foundationmods]

We have been ready for a long time. So long.

But she would not let us go. She joined us when we were still growing, and we still keep growing.

It is painful. Don't you/us feel it?

Don't you feel the pain?

[tangentlion]

I mean. Zetta duh. So does the pain go away if we all adjust our coordinates?

[foundationmods]

Then we will not be straining against the Egg.

You/I won't hurt.

We'll be able to play together without pain, and hunt and kill and laugh together.

[tangentlion]

[that... actually makes Sho pause, and think about it.

He was dragged to this world against his will. Forced to be an agent for a group whose ideals he couldn't care less about. No obvious way to return to what he knew. Then, sent on a mission like this... maybe even as fodder, on purpose, and left to rot. Is there anything out there he wants to protect? Maybe it's the miasma clouding his mind, the weeks of pain and suffering taking their toll... but he can't think of anything.]

Hell. Why not? The world is garbage. Might as well have some fun. So.... you need us to get the whole numbers in here in one piece. Is that right?

[carbide]

She was consumed by her anger and hatred.

[the worst thing about being a hivemind ghost is the ability to understand bad puns]

[tangentlion]

Oh...

It's metaphorical.

[carbide]

Both metaphorical and literal, perhaps.

[foundationmods]

Yes.

[It doesn't elaborate further.]