IT'S CL-OVER

[wooliefrand]

Who: Clover (and friends??)
What: What indeed
When: TBD

[GATHER AT THE FOUNTAIN ONCE YOUR PREPS ARE MADE AND TO BE SENT SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN]

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PREPARATION

[doggonemad]

Re: PREPARATION

[doggonemad]

[ Hannya is there with supplies, making sure they're all ready to go. ]

This sanctuary ain't far from the wrecked-ass mansion, 'parently . . .

Re: PREPARATION

[psynchroneyes]

That close, huh?

... Kind of dreading the walk back already, though.

Re: PREPARATION

[eonsadrift]

Gives us a good starting point, I suppose.

Re: PREPARATION

[psynchroneyes]

[ Remember how excessively armed Spinel was on the previous trek into the mist? ... Well, since literally none of that had any use then, she still has all of that now! Wowie! ]

Alright—check... check. Check. Think I'm good to go. How about the rest of you?

Re: PREPARATION

[failsaver]

Ready as ever.

[ he's barely armed ]

Re: PREPARATION

[sweetsmarts]

[ He’s lightly packed and doing some stretches. ]

Re: PREPARATION

[eonsadrift]

[ He really only has his vision and his shepherd's crook to keep track of, so he's good. ]

I'm unsure what we should be expecting, but let's try not to go in guns blazing. [ is he saying that for everyone else or for himself?? ]

Re: PREPARATION

[sweetsmarts]

[ Shade gives that order a double take because yeah wait - ]

Ain’t like we gotta borrow trouble, yeah.

Re: PREPARATION

[psynchroneyes]

Says you.

Re: PREPARATION

[failsaver]

I don't even have a gun.

[ he only has the remote, though it's hidden away in his jacket for now ]

Re: PREPARATION

[throughbamboo]

[here is one of your weeds, probably being a packmule tbh]

Re: PREPARATION

[failsaver]

[ minimal supplies here! he has the stolen remote hidden in his coat for good measure though. ]

Re: PREPARATION

[aididitmyway]

[not many supplies here, minus a bag at her side, but HERE SHE IS]

TO ADVENTURE

[doggonemad]

Re: TO ADVENTURE

[doggonemad]

[ WHEN THEY ARE READY, Hannya approaches the fountain. ]

'Kay. So we're headin' off ta the mansion, right?

SHADOW GAME - ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

[wooliefrand]

[It's Dark.

Clover and the Weeds are in a glass orb. A hand symbol is marked on the glass. A fist emblem is on their glass. Rock.

Ceo also finds himself in an orb, looking around alarmed, growling. A hand with two fingers up is on his glass. Scissors.

And finally. . .

This little guy is in an orb. A hand symbol is on his glass as well--fingers spread wide. Paper.

The Gambler Demon hovers above them all, skull curled into a casual grin.]

Looks like ya found my guy! But I couldn't help but test ya again. A simple game, winner takes all.

Rock, paper scissors.

I'll show ya three memories. You decide which is the Rock, which is the Paper, and which is Scissors.

Then ya match up which memory would *beat* your hand.

Simple enough, yeah?

Let's go.

[IN SIMPLE TERMS:
Clover is Rock, Ceo is Scissors, and ??? is Paper. Find the memories that their 'hand' would beat and pair them up. There's a clue in each memory!]

MEMORIES

[wooliefrand]

MEMORY ONE - A Flock garbed in green--some are familiar faces, some long gone. It's a warm, starry summer night, and the trees are lined with wishes. Each of them have someone waiting for them for the festivities. Perhaps someone in blue, someone in white, or yellow. To each friend, they spread their hands, waving enthusiastically.

It's a good night.

MEMORY TWO - Someone dressed in Clover garb, a pasture full of lush greenery. . .but the mist isn't far off. In these uncertain times, it's his job to protect his own, isn't it? He knows the others are trying, they're trying so hard, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

He uses his blood to draw a familiar rune. The gambler demon appears. When asked what he'd wager for this to work, the figure holds up two fingers. His eye, and something else.

MEMORY THREE - Wolves. They're all hard at work, carefully crafting masks, testing them. Some work, some don't. Their leader sits away from them, frustrated, going over papers. It's not enough. It keeps the madness at bay, but it's not enough. What are they missing? Is it the last Holy Beast? If only they could catch it. Why are they being so selfish?! He punches down on a mask so hard it shatters, his fist bloody. A sigh and he wipes it off, noting to put it back into production.

They can't waste even a single resource.

The Meadow

[wooliefrand]

[You're back in the meadow! Hopefully not dead cuz the eye is shut!

However, upon Clover's re-entry into the meadow and pasture, every Shepherd will fill it in their staff:

You can reclaim your true names in the Mist. Seek out your scent, and speak your truth.

More info will be given oocly this weekend!


also i guess you have a weasel now.]

CLOVER PERK

[wooliefrand]

[CLOVER HAS GAINED A PRIEST. And a perk from the Gambler Demon!

Once a week, he can create various wines from their fruit, bypassing the fermentation process. He can't make like hard liquors and such tho. Plz barter with him with shitty beer, weeds.]

Re: The Meadow

[doggonemad]

[ well, Hannya landed just fine.

but he's still a furry. ]

— oh, what the fuck.

Re: The Meadow

[throughbamboo]

[landin' on his feet as ya do.

But he'll catch anyone who needs it too]

Re: The Meadow

[psynchroneyes]

[ —CRASH LANDS INTO THE GRASS

AND JUST

lies there after skidding several feet ]

Re: The Meadow

[eonsadrift]

[ wow aren't you guys used to flying??

Zenith, of course, lands on his feet in the grass. ]

...well, that was an interesting trip.

Re: The Meadow

[failsaver]

[ lands on his ass on the grass, arms full of stolen loot and also Warden ]