TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

[erkumods]

TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. The Dragon's Matchmaking Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job! No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. Ruins While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks! The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy. When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Ritual Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire. Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[drnotmister]

Stephen nods and with no fear picks a dragonlet up letting it scamper up his arm and sit on his shoulder while he feels another one pounce on the edge of his cloak. He chuckles and gently warns it. "Don't try to burn it, he won't like that." He returns his attention to Wanda. "They are...interesting. I grew up on a farm and even I have never seen creatures so comfortable with humans as these young ones are."

[yakiniku]

[The park is nice and quiet, just as he likes it.

There don't seem to be too many animals around the area, and the park is no different. He doesn't know why just yet, but is not unaware of the sounds of nature noticeably absent, or quiet. It doesn't change how relaxing his walk is, and so he doesn't let it stop him.

At some point during his walk he feels eyes watching him, and confirms it with his peripheral vision, not so much as giving the person watching him the slightest hint that he's not as subtle as he may think. Once he gets closer, he turns his head to make it clear he knows eyes are on him. The reaction to that one look says everything he needs to know.

Hanzo adjusts his stride to walk directly toward the young man eating his salad, arms crossing over his chest as he looks down at him. He's in a plain sleeveless shirt, his tattooed arm on full display as though he has no shame about what it may indicate about him.]

Is there a problem?

dragon matchmaking

[monomachy]

[The last pets Diana had were the cats she accidentally adopted while in Duplicity. She isn't even sure if she really adopted them; she sort of just... took them home when she wasn't quite herself, and didn't have the heart to give them away once she regained her senses. But their cohabitation had been short-lived, considering she'd ended up here just a few weeks later, and it hasn't occurred to her to find another pet--until now.

She returns from her patrol of the settlement to find what looks like a fat little dragon pressing its short snout against the window of her house. Diana's brows raise with surprise, but amusement soon colors her face as she watches it scrape its tiny claws against the glass. Not sensing any malicious intent from it, she clicks her tongue at the little thing to get its attention.]

Do you need something, little one?

[It whips around and chirps at her, and Diana's heart positively melts. Its scales shimmer a dark red as it flaps over and settles on her shoulder, nestling under the curtain of her hair. With a chuckle, she reaches up to give it a little scratch on its belly and is about to go about her day when she feels a tugging on her other shoulder.

She is not at all surprised to see a second dragon, this one gold--what does catch her off guard is that it also seems to have attached itself to a person. Well, currently it's attached to her, but she thinks it's trying to pull her towards him. As if on cue, the little beast on her shoulder shoots out, wings flapping for all it's worth, and copies its kin, pulling on the man's shoulder.

She can't help it: she laughs. A grin blooms over her lips as she reaches to retrieve her own small friend.]

It's alright, I don't think they mean any harm.

[wingsofhonor]

Wait, what?

[Angeal almost does a doubletake. Didn't this guy bump into him and not the other way around? He can't help but roll his eyes.]

You must be going senile or something. [He mutters once he catches a glimpse of some of that gray.] Either that or completely off your damn rocker if you think you can talk to me like that.

[He's normally not the type to get into a petty altercation like this but this bastard is getting on his nerves already. These little dragons must be out of their damn minds to pair him with this self-absorbed prick.]

You're not even tall enough to look me in the eyes.

Ruins

[chamilia]

[Ilia has completed a couple of her squares, but she has avoided using them. She'd much rather collect credits from the robots by doing manual labor or helping when it's requested. So she's right there pulling things and using rope she brought from her apartment to tie up and lift some of the heavier stones and fallen trees. She doesn't have super strength, but she knows how to use leverage.

The girl pulling weeds nearby though looks like she's distracted. Ilia looks around.]

...No one is nearby? Maybe it was one of those dragons flying through.

[justiceobjects]

A monster bird? I hope it was one of those geese. They're a menace to society.

[At this point, Apollo's had to eat enough strange meat from the meat factory and other sources that he's far beyond caring where exactly his food is coming from.... well, as long as there's not a soylent green situation going on. Something freshly slaughtered was still going to be tons better than anything in a can, so that was a plus. Apollo couldn't catch anything on his own to save his life.]

Galahd? Never heard of it. We lived in Khura'in, up in the mountains. I had just recently moved back there before ending up here in Erku.

[The reason Apollo didn't have a Khurainese accent is partially because he was so young when he ended up in Los Angeles. That, and everyone picks on kids with a weird accent. He focused pretty hard on sounding more American after that.]

ilsa • granblue fantasy

[demonsgt]

I. Dragons:
[ Despite her resistance in complying with any of this, Ilsa can’t find it in herself to be needlessly cruel to the cute creature following her. She’s watched with interest as other creatures matchmake around her. This is hardly the time for things as frivolous as dating, but she does have to smile a little whenever there’s an apparent successful match. Her cherub dragon has been fairly passive all this time, satisfied with merely tailing her as she explores what little there is to see around the city.

Until she’s being pushed towards a stranger with more strength than she thought a little thing like that could possess. ]

I don't have time for this crap! [ Annoyed sigh. ] But you are persistent, I'll give you that much.

[ Now faced with no choice but to address the stranger, she turns to them, initially looking very annoyed. Her little dragon begins to chirp and sing, and Ilsa’s expression begins to soften. It’s not this poor person’s fault. ]

This creature believes us to be a good match, despite knowing nothing about us.

[ It is definitely the little song getting to her that makes her more amenable to the idea, but she’s always been a hopeless romantic deep down, anyway. This stranger is rather attractive. Wait, why is she thinking about that? She doesn't care about appearances in a partner! ]


II. Ruins:
[ With the worry of her cadets back home wandering around leaderless, Ilsa throws herself into labor to make herself useful and temporarily push away some of those worries. She hacks away at a fallen tree with a provided axe. She’s always been the type of person to throw herself into her work, anyway. This isn’t the type of work she’s used to, but keeping herself busy comes naturally anyway.

As she finishes chopping up a batch, she spots someone looking a little too idle for her tastes. ]

Are you getting in the way on purpose, or are you doing your best impression of a tree?! Take this lumber back up to the temple ruins, before I chop you down next!

[ She unceremoniously dumps a pile of chopped up wood into your arms. Sorry, old drill sergeant habits die hard. She’s a little tense and may be getting carried away. ]


III. Ritual:
[ Ilsa explores the ruins cautiously, keeping Nybeth close to her as she approaches the platform. The visions make her step falter, her heart beating faster in her chest and her lips tighten, but she remains calm nonetheless. This island had never tried to hide its reliance on Eros energy.

Once she feels a shiver down her own spine, however, she stops moving. ]

So it's this powerful... [ She can’t decide if it’s better or worse that she doesn’t have backup. Her skin flushes pink and she comes to a stop.

The sound of footsteps make her ears twitch. She quickly draws her gun and points it in the direction of the sound. ] Who's there? Show yourself! [ Perhaps she does have backup to help her after all. Just not the type she’d envisioned. ]

(( or hit me with a wildcard! shippy/smutty stuff is OTA ))

after arrival

[zechs_isonfire]

[ Sometime when Relena made a significant way off of the beach, once she'd spoken with the robots, when she's exploring the ruined city ... ]

[ Zechs did a double-take, seeing her, and forgot for a moment she would have no reason or desire to speak with him. Forgot for a moment a great many things, like how to hide his reactions to terrible things. Relena - here, on this island ... ]

[ So he's frozen on the sidewalk, staring at her, terrified for his little sister. ] Relena ...

[dextroaminos]

[ Garrus takes a moment to survey the man, trying to decide if he is a potential threat. The denizens of this island have thus far seemed relatively harmless, but you can never be too careful. The sword strikes him as particularly primitive, a pathetic precursor to the sort he's used to, but not enough to put him at ease. Then again, he's the one brandishing a rifle, so probably nothing to worry about. He hopes. ]

Then I take it I'm not the only one out hunting. [ He keeps his posture stiff, alert. ] Find anything good?

arrival. oh boy.

[brambler]

[ given sombra's brief appearance, he shouldn't be surprised the next person erku chooses to drag in from home is hanzo shimada.

mccree is doing as he always does, when he hears rumors of people being washed up on shore - he starts walking along, looking to offer help, and keeping an eye out for people he may recognize.

now, he's never met hanzo shimada. but he knows plenty about the man, and he knows what he looks like. it takes a second, with the shaved side of his head and the piercings, but recognition alights from under his had after a moment.

his lips twist down in clear unhappiness, cigar being moved to the corner of his mouth. ]

Welcome to Erku, Mr. Shimada. [ he mutters it under his breath, folding his arms. ] To answer what it is - it's an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere that we're supposed to be helping restore.

[justiceobjects]

[Apollo's reaction to seeing the man approaching him is to hastily start packing his lunch away, like he's preparing to bolt. He doesn't have nearly enough time to give into the urge to run for it.]

A-A problem? [he stammers out, looking up at him and trying in vain to ignore how muscular the man is. This guy looked like he could snap someone's neck without breaking a sweat, and that mental image really isn't helping Apollo shake off his sudden bout of panic.]

No, there's not a problem! I'm fine! Everything's totally fine!

[Apollo is starting to sweat, though, which can't be helping him make his case.]

[sanc]

[ Relena puts her hand to the back of her neck, looking puzzled. Maybe that was it. They have scaley, cold little limbs, don't they? Maybe one just brushed past here. They've been pretty grabby, as far as she's seen.

She nods, frowning as she rubs her hand against her skin, unable to shake the chill. ]

I guess that could be it. It felt like someone put an ice pack to my neck...

Seteth | FE3H | VW post-game

[garreg_much]

Arrival:
[He's always loved the sea. The crisp salt-laden breeze, the reassuring rush of the waves, the way the water sparkles under the sunlight, the warm memories of happiness and home..... One way or another, he always seems to find his way back to it, the better to find his way back to himself.

Even so, he can't say he's entirely pleased to find himself underwater without so much as a by-your-leave. By the time Seteth flounders his way to shore, every scrap of dignity he's accustomed to has been washed away, leaving behind litle more than a muddy, drowned green rat. Ugh. He's too distracted scrubbing sand from his face to even question the new jewelry slipped onto his wrist--and by the time he can see, too busy staring at the robots in flat bewilderment to give it any real thought. They're not golems, obviously, and they're clearly not trying to murder him--not yet, at any rate. So what--? Why--?

Well, this may as well be happening. Why not? It isn't as though his life has seen enough upheaval as of late.]

I take it this is..... a common occurence here?


Dragon's Matchmaking:
Not taking no for an answer, are we?

[A tiny blue dragonling has latched onto Seteth's dust rag, wings buzzing as it attempts to steal it in the most one-sided tug-of-war he's ever seen. He had been hard at work helping to clean up this ramshackle apartment building; now he's just giving his new self-proclaimed assistant a bemused look, growing increasingly skeptical the longer it pulls. This thing is smaller than the rag itself, after all, what could it possibly manage to even do with it? Still, such a work ethic is commendable, he supposes. It at least deserves the chance to try.]

Oh, very well. If you insist on helping, you may as well work on what I can't reach. Understood?

[He lets the cloth go as the dragonling chirps in triumph--and promptly hurtles backwards as its momentum goes unchecked, on a collision course straight for someone's face. Are you just passing by on your way home? Here to help him clean? Either way, you may want to duck.]


Runs:
[As fussy about cleanliness and order as he tends to be, it's clear he's needed out here far more. Out where monsters prowl that should give even metal men pause, and tangled (and tangling) undergrowth clutches the tumbled ruins of temple walls. Of course, even those seem to pale in comparison to the cold, unsettled feelings that linger, when the shadows seem to fall in ways they shouldn't.]

Perhaps I'm misinformed, but our hosts no longer worship the gods this place was dedicated to, correct? Leaving aside the matter of physical restoration, do records of how to reconsecrate it even remain?

[Focus on the practical matters at hand. Think about what needs to come next. After all, he can't stab a spirit or shadow, can he?]


Ritual:
[While his domain is the earthly needs of the Church, Seteth is still a devout man. He knows quite well that higher powers exist, that spirits can linger. They can yearn, they can suffer--and perhaps they can be soothed and guided, given a sensitive enough audience and delicate handling. Isn't that the whole reason so much work is being poured into this restoration project, after all? To heal the scars that have been left behind, to rededicate this place to whatever god it once paid homage to?

Although he's guided deeper into the ruins readily enough, he's still wary, gripping his spear tightly and hesitating at the foot of the stairs upon sight of the platform's gentle glow. That sort of light typically means active magic of some sort, doesn't it? Why isn't there an altar here, if it's such a clearly significant space? He's not a magical scholar on par with Hanneman, not gifted enough to determine what it is at a glance--but he's not entirely sure he wants to get close enough to study it, either. Who knows what disrupting that sort of energy could cause?]

Has this enchantment been active the entire time? For a spell to be powerful enough to persist for centuries.....


Wildcard:
[You know the drill, this is here for different angles on the prompts or miscellaneous stuff the prompts don't cover. Hit me with your ideas, we'll figure something out. And this time, I'll attempt to remember that apps are a Thing.]

[yakiniku]

[Hanzo has seen better days, obviously, yet somehow he still manages to appear more put together than this sorry excuse for a cowboy. At least, he thinks, Jesse McCree is a familiar face. They may not know each other personally, but he's done enough digging into his brother's activities since he first made it known he was very much alive.

He's assuming based on the familiarity with which the man approaches him that he's also aware of his relationship to Genji. Where he might put his guard down with anyone else offering to answer his questions, Hanzo's walls go right back up as he gives the man a guarded look of apprehension.]

We? Is this an Overwatch effort? Or is your organization going by something else these days?

[yakiniku]

[Hanzo is losing interest so rapidly, he might have turned around and walked away if he didn't hear the final comment from the other man's mouth.

Angeal is lucky he's unarmed or he might have had an arrow pressed to his throat in warning. Instead Hanzo calmly unfolds his arms to look Angeal over, making a show of sizing him up and deciding he isn't even worth his effort.]

You bore me, step aside.

[There is endless amounts of beach to either side of Angeal, Hanzo can very well walk around him--but he won't. It's the principle of the matter.]

[bitterfrost]

Enough to buy me food for a while, nothing worth talking about. This place likes its games, but if you can buy your own food, do it. [Because the rations aren't anything he trusts. Not since he's had access to other options.

Still since he's not a threat, Zichen shifts his weight, lets his hand drop before offering a bow.] I am Song Zichen. I assume you must be new here so have you learned anything about this place?

yooooooooooo

[warpspammer]

[ chasing after the little gold ball of a dragon, he gets a shimmering red one attached to his shoulder, also tugging him towards the woman his had attached to. nyx looks at diana - stops just short of staring, really, because she's tall, and broad, and basically everything that makes his brain shut down and starting chanting step on me.

but he shakes his head a little, dislodging the thoughts, and gives her a smile in return. ]

No harm meant, but they're still annoying little shits.

[ the curse falls easily, but once they are near each other his gold companion lets go, zipping back over to him. this time, it settles itself down in the hood, giving a little self-satisfied chirp.

nyx offers a hand after a moment. ]

Nyx Ulric. A new arrival, so you'll have to forgive me if these dragons are a normal thing.

[yakiniku]

[The fear in Appolo's eyes is painfully obvious. Hanzo knows he's tempted to run, to give into the flight part of his natural response to tense situations, but he's not going to allow that. He rests a hand on Apollo's shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make it clear he's to remain seated as Hanzo takes the spot on the bench beside him.]

If everything is fine, why do you look as though you are ready to run? Have I done something to offend you? Do we know each other?

[He couldn't care less one way or another. If Apollo wasn't impressionable enough to remember, then he's not going to make the effort to rectify that now.] Or is there some other reason you find the need to keep tabs on me?

[warpspammer]

Nah, I know what a goose looks like. This was definitely something that would have taken a bite out of me if I hadn't killed it.

[ but good to know there are geese to be hunted, as well as monsters. he'd probably still take the monster bird over the geese. they are shifty little shits. as for the other part, nyx doesn't have much of an accent either. khura'in doesn't strike any familiar bells, making his brows furrow. ]

I'm not familiar with it. But Galahd is where we make dalle khursani where I'm from, before we all had to go to Insomnia.

[ maybe khura'in is some far off island? except apollo's clothes are something he'd expect to see on insomnian nobles, not someone living off the land. ]

Still, you must be good people if you grew up with it.

[brambler]

[ mccree's appearance is still carefully relaxed, aside from the folded arms - to any normal observer, anyways. with someone like hanzo, he can probably see the way his shoulders are set, the twitch of his fingers like he'd like to go for the gun tucked against his side.

he doesn't, though, and when hanzo mentions overwatch, the scowl only increases. ]

If this was, I wouldn't be caught within a hundred feet of it. [ duh, his voice seems to imply. ]

This isn't under their purview, because we're not even on the same planet. No, some misbehaving robot brought us all here, and told us we have to fuck to get the place back up and running.

[ he's blunt, although even if he doesn't like hanzo, he doesn't appear to be lying. ]

And I realize that sounds like some kind of weird fever dream, but believe me, Shimada, the last person I'd want on fuck island would be you.

[wingsofhonor]

[If weapons were drawn, Angeal definitely would have the advantage. After all, he carries a gigantic meat-cleaver with him almost everywhere. The Buster Sword is probably a few inches bigger than this little shrimp. After all, the guy before him is pretty damn short for a fully grown man. It's kind of hilarious, to be honest.

However, Hanzo is thankfully not as short as Cloud or Apollo. So that's a plus, right? Right.

Too bad the compliments end there.]

Make me.

[Angeal answers with a smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest. He's not going anywhere.]

dragon matchmaking

[spacerat]

[ duo, who is passingly familiar with the weirdness erku likes to have happen now, is at least only mildly surprised by the dragon that starts flying around him.

he grins a little bit, trying to poke it as it circles around him. it's only the voice that makes him actually freeze up, shock lancing through him. ]

Relena?!

[ 02 doesn't go pale, but he's clearly shocked, eyes going wide as he takes in the slightly less than put together looking ambassador. ]

When the hell did you get here?

[chamilia]

[Ilia's brow furrows when she said that, because Ilia knows not everything is normal around here. She looks around herself, eyes more discerning this time. But there's nothing. It's just the two of them here. She can hear some people in the distance, probably working on another area of the ruins, but not close enough to touch them.

Probably.]

It doesn't look like anyone is around, but...be careful. Sometimes there's more out here than we know about. And who knows, maybe it's some idiot playing a prank who can turn invisible.

🐲

[aramasa]

Ow, god damn it!

[Can a guy get a warning before some fat little dragon makes a snack out of his shoulder? Ragna's quick to bitch and moan, but upon seeing his diminutive adversary, his temper rapidly cools. Oh. Oh... It's so round, fat, and cute. All is forgiven up until some dude in a weird jacket comes along to try and dislodge it from his shoulder, which... doesn't go well. Like, at all.]

Ooooow ow oww! Stop pulling! You're making it worse!

hypnos | hades

[chthonicfatigue]

I. dragon tales

[Or: the free delivery of one (1) sleep god Hypnos to you, lucky winner, courtesy of a pair of cherub dragons. It's definitely a ridiculous sight: Hypnos in his big comfy cape blanket, floating(!) along like he's just lounging there, while two cherub dragons have the corners of his cape by the teeth and are pulling him along looking for someone to match with.

He was asleep when this mysterious dragon ride began, see. It probably made more sense to these little guys to haul him around like a floating mail-order dingus when he was still asleep, but he is awake now! Enough to wave at anyone who might look at this display long enough, particularly if you happen to be who the dragons drop him off in front of. He's still hovering in the air, though, don't worry about that.

Hello. This is happening. The dragons might even do a little loop around whoever they find, for flair. Hypnos sees absolutely nothing wrong with this.]

Oh, hey! You're new! [he is also new, but details] So funny story, maybe you can help me with this, I woke up just now, you know, not too sure where I am, and these guys were pulling me around back there, isn't that weird? And I thought, maybe this is a prank someone's trying to pull on me, but I couldn't figure out why anyone would send me all the way out here to do that, which, by the way, is this place bright, or what? Anyway—

[It is at this point that the dragons finally stop doing loops and deposit him in front of you, lucky stranger. He's just been talking. Anyway!!!]

Are these little guys yours? Thanks! Where are we?

II. spirit zone

[Hypnos stands out in this dreary ruin, if nothing else, being as very bright red as his entire getup is. Consider him a beacon for the lost and weary and specifically spirit-y, because that's what he's doing, even though, well... Well, he really does not have to do this here, anymore.

Old habits, and so on. The point is: he's floating just up the path, quill in hand, very clearly magic scroll floating in front of him, gesturing meaningfully every time he catches a glimpse of one of those shadows or feels the nudge of a spirit hand for said spirit to come here, please, thank you.]

Are you guys getting in line yet? Nobody goes further than this until I make sure everybody's accounted for!

[And oh look, an alive person!!!]

Oh! Hey! You can get in line, too, I might as well process everybody! I mean, technically no one's asking me to do this, you know, make sure everyone's information is recorded? But I'm supposed to be working on my working, haha! So let's get your details down so you can go up there and see that real eerie ruin, huh?

[what is your social security number]

III. an advice prompt for the modern era

[Or: It's another spirit one, but instead of making lists this time, Hypnos is just chilling out here looking at some ruins. He doesn't really get what the big deal is... like, wow, some people died? Probably? And??

Regardless, he is just out here having a boring time, maybe just close enough to dozing off before someone (it's you) gets spirit-pushed into this little area where he's loitering. That makes him startle awake, sputtering something and looking around hastily— oh!!]

Wow, did you just get tossed in here? You look like you've got somewhere else you'd rather be! Have you tried, like, not wandering around in mysterious ruins?

IV. etc

[u know....that wild life]