eat snack
eating a snack is always a good idea

Destroy the cravats

>>923839
So you are a dude? Both? Neither? Shapeshifting kinda complicates things.

is this quest going to be really male/male? That sort of thing really isnt my cup of tea and while it isn't inherently bad in general or anything like that, I'd rather not get invested in a quest that will go that route. Just asking in advance since i personally dont care for that sort of thing.

1/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:37 No. 924100 ID: c1eaac
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You gather up a couple fistfuls of mail, sadly. Your letters are all crumpled, and they smell like cologne. You shove them in your tummy cumberbund thing, and it’s uncomfortable. Eugh. Whatever.

2/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:38 No. 924101 ID: c1eaac
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You wander in a daze to the kitchen.
You were imagining that maybe there would be a snack here for you, but then you remember that you haven’t been home in 5 years. There are no snacks.

You start to weep uncontrollably, until you remember that snacks can be created out of ingredients. You have watched Lane make cookies. You are gonna save the last 43 minutes of that cry for later.

Yes. Your cabinet has flour. Flour is cookies. Yes, it’s all coming together now.

3/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:38 No. 924103 ID: c1eaac
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It’s not coming together very well actually.

4/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:39 No. 924104 ID: c1eaac
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Wait. Snack time is saved.

Easter was keeping a whole roast beef sandwich in here.

5/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:40 No. 924105 ID: c1eaac
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But here comes 43 minutes of crying. You win some, you lose some.

There were three letters on the stairs. You wipe your face on your sandwich and blink away your tears well enough to read.

Dear Prince Marax, Son of Eisheth,

Congatulations! You have been pre-selected for a Capital One...

You really can’t escape them, huh. Next.

Marax,

It’s your mother. I am writing to remind you that you are still unmarried.

Judging by your lack of response to my previous letters, I can assume that the rumors are true, and you really have gone to earth to live as some common scavenger. Lord Murmur is not going to wait for you forever, you know. It has already been five years, and one hears things.

Write back at once, and I will do what I can to salvage your situation. Lord Murmur was a very good match, but if you would rather start over, I insist you start attending court regularly, or at least make an appearance at a party or two this season.

Your mother, Eisheth, Princess of Hell.

Ugggggggh. Great. What’s the next one say.

Murmur,

Huh, that’s interesting. This one isn’t even for you.

Murmur,

heard you were at Marax’s for a few days. wanted to confirm with you date for diplomat visit. ophiel & others expected the 21st. cocktail party at yours the 22nd?

Eligos

Well, what do you know? Eligos often hosts angel diplomats in training, and apparently a new batch is coming down for court season. And Murmur will be having them over in...five days.

6/6 Alyssa 2019/03/03(Sun)10:41 No. 924106 ID: c1eaac
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You’re all done eating Easter’s lunch, and you have a good 20 minutes left on your cry.

You have a lot of house left to explore, and a lot of mischief to ruminate on.

>explore more of your house
>something else

>>924097

all demons are gay

anyway, let's ruminate on messing up that cocktail party. what party clothes do we have in the old wardrobe?

consider behaving yourself for once in your life. maybe you should talk to murmur about that whole leaving him thing

explore!!

>>924106
Explore!

>>924111
...We need to set up elaborate home alone style traps. Glue and feathers, ball bearings on the floor, the works.

turn back into a cat and run around your estate screaming

>>924134
This is an excellent place to start. You will, of course, need to spy on that party to see how Murmur plans to betray you. Betray you more that is. Double-betray? Do we need to invent a mathematical discipline to evaluate betrayal layers? Whatever... you need to spy on that party. Is some sort of remote-viewing possible? You have a working magic crystal ball in your pantry maybe? Otherwise you need to climb the building and spy through the windows. I know that the old "dress up and infiltrate" plan sounds like fun, but you inevitable end up stuck in a closet until your knees hurt. Trust me, is not worth it...

Might as well deplete those 20 minutes now before anything else, rather than bottle it up and have it explode at the worst time.

Contemplate your life choices.

1/4 Alyssa 2019/03/06(Wed)18:23 No. 924875 ID: d7f01b
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You explore your estate while you run out the clock on your last 20 minutes of crying. You find that Murmur has had the floor of the parlor pulled up and the bottom few feet of the walls knocked out to fix some “water damage” that you had “left to rot.” He is such an asshole.

You keep wandering through the chaos of your house. Cobwebs everywhere. Dust coating every surface. You used to have more servants than just Easter, but you were going to move in with Murmur, with the whole wedding and everything. You had already found other placements for them - all except Easter. If all had gone to plan, your estate would have gone to one of your kids. Yeah, you have kids. You’re like a thousand years old. Is Easter one of your kids? You can’t remember. Anyway, you left everything in limbo, and it fell apart.

2/4 Alyssa 2019/03/06(Wed)18:23 No. 924876 ID: d7f01b
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You come upon your study. There’s a lot more mail. It looks like a lot of it is from Murmur. He helpfully put all his letters in your trash bin for you.

3/4 Alyssa 2019/03/06(Wed)18:24 No. 924877 ID: d7f01b
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And your bedroom. Untouched. Just the way you left it, with clothes all over the place.

You flop down on your bed and stare at the ceiling. You think about your life choices up to this point. You consider behaving yourself for once in your life and talking to Murmur like a grown up. Maybe if you told him why you disappeared, he would stop breaking into your house.

The only problem is...you don’t know. You don’t know why you panicked.

4/4 Alyssa 2019/03/06(Wed)18:25 No. 924878 ID: d7f01b
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Well, you can’t stare at your ceiling all day. That roast beef sandwich is doing good things to your blood sugar, and you feel like making waves. And to make waves, you need to make schemes. To make schemes, you have to put on a dramatic outfit.

This is perhaps the number one thing you missed about hell. God bless Lane, but he shops at Target.

All right brain cells, gather round. What are you going to do for Attention?

Detailed plans of the house, specifically doorways and choke points, and of course anywhere big enough for a large congregation of party-goers. And the most incredible outfit for the inevitable reveal.

Though that's a bit longer term than a roast beef sandwich. For now, find out who's going to the party and start letting them know that you're excited for them to come.

if we're booby-trapping the house, we need a plan, materials, and probably an accomplice. do you have any friends (or children???) in hell that would help you dunk on murmur?

Spying on Murmur's party is important. He will no doubt be spreading rumours about you, flirting constantly with everyone, and plotting to steal all your things, especially Bunny Easter.

let's prepare to fuck up murmur's party, or at least spy on it. who's left in hell that we can consider an ally? any clues in your unread mail?

Screw spying, let's just show up.

Wow,hell seems kind of mundane...

1/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:03 No. 926036 ID: 7d37c6
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Scheme number one, of several: you’re going to booby trap your house in wildly inconvenient ways. You run up and down the wide, empty hallways of your estate, gathering the tools of your trade. And then you build a devious contraption.

You rig up some pulleys and...levers? You rig up some nonsense, but it completely works, mostly through the power of imagination. Imagination, pixie dust, what have you - that kind of thing goes a long way when you’re a demon.

This bucket of paint is going to fuck Murmur UP if he ever sets foot in your house again.

2/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:04 No. 926038 ID: 7d37c6
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You booby trap your study with thumbtacks before you realize you actually wanted to go in there.

3/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:04 No. 926039 ID: 7d37c6
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You are beginning to have a thought, which is a dangerous thing. Making elaborate traps all around your house has given you the time you needed to come up with a few options.

You aren’t sure yet if you want to secretly spy on Murmur’s party, make a big scene, or ruin Murmur’s party from the shadows. In order to decide, you’re going to tackle the big pile of mail in your study - to see if anyone in hell still might consider you a friend. It might not be a bad idea to see if there is anyone you can hit up for a bit of mayhem.

4/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:05 No. 926041 ID: 7d37c6
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For a five year absence, this really isn’t a lot of mail. But you were never very popular.

You have a lot of letters from Naamah, your best friend. She and you used to do human roleplays (your character was a human who got turned into a werecat when she was bitten by a radioactive lynx at a human gas station). You have just realized you haven’t replied to your roleplay in five years.

You have a couple of letters from Eligos, dating from when you first left Murmur. They say things like “Are you okay?” and “We should have tea soon and talk.” Eligos is your friend, kind of, and ruining this novice angel diplomat soiree would embarrass him, too, as well as Murmur. Huh.

Well, anyway, next letter.

You find more letters from your mom, and also a few from your siblings. Shax, your twin brother, wants to know if Murmur is “available.” Ew.

Apart from that...nothing but the courtesy invitations everyone of a certain social standing receives. You have invitations from Lord Jasper Abbadon, Duchess Ornias Bathinson...Ah! You have a letter from Sallos!

Greasy, written on a human Five Guys napkin. Just like Sallos. He’s younger than you, but was a presence in your and Naamah’s Human Culture Appreciation Club. He used to live on earth a few decades ago, so he knows a lot. Apparently, judging by the napkin, he has been back to his old ways.

The napkin has a human street address and a heart with an arrow through it. So thoughtful.

5/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:05 No. 926043 ID: 7d37c6
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And then there’s...that.

6/6 Alyssa 2019/03/16(Sat)12:06 No. 926044 ID: 7d37c6
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Should you spy on Murmur’s party from a distance? Fuck it up? And if you fuck it up, should you go it alone, or enlist the help of your friends?

You’re not sure. For now, you’re going to decide who to return letters to. And just what should you say? What can you say when you’ve been gone so long?

apologize for not writing back to naamah for so long, and see how she falls on the you vs murmur issue? also, reply to sallos and see what he's up to. he probably won't mind that it's been 5 years.

Best not to make trouble for Eligos. Best to spy from a distance only to overhear something terrible being said about you and burst in in a rage just to discover that it was all a misunderstanding... or was it! as Murmur and Eligos really are conspiring against you, but by bursting in you cause Eligos to make a mistake and realise that it wasn't really Eligos, it was his twin brother, and sister, fused together (and no longer cognisant of which of them is which and one was working against the plan, so now they opposed themselves on principal, but are trying to keep it a secret from themselves) neither of whom you knew about, they must have been lost in that storm! So you have to ruin the party to thwart the conspiracy that is black-mailing Eligos' twin siblings but you cant ruin the party because that would ruin Eligos' reputation and destroy his family... so something subtle. Could you bribe their cat to take its place for an evening?

reply to your rp coward and go see sallos

You should be considerate of Eligos, so just spying should be the answer. Is Jasper's party happening before or after? THAT, you can safely get your "party crash" urge out at without feeling too bad about it. Deny the RSVP, then show up anyway... whenever it's going to happen. Ooh, write to Eligos to help you crash it as like, I guess an apology for almost deciding to inadvertently embarrass him at Murmur's? Also, write to Ornias saying that you wish to meet with her at her party; you're above a lot of things, but asking for sorta-girl-to-sorta-girl advice is not one of them.

Pro tip since its a point of confusion:
Ouija/marax: he/him
Murmur: he/him
Easter: they/them
Lane: he/him
Heth: she/her
Shax: he/him
Eligos: he/him
Naamah: she/her
Sallos: he/him
Jasper: he/him
Ornias: they/them

>>926069
yeah!

>>926170
Whoops. Even still, Ornias seems like the type to give good advice on getting back on your social feet.

1/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:53 No. 927526 ID: d7f01b
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Dearest Naamah,

Elianora looks up from her seat on her human porch swing. She just finished eating a hamburger, which is a food in the sandwich style. But the sky is darkening. And she realizes in horror...it’s the full moon. Her lynx-like features begin to show themselves, and she curses the radioactive lynx that bit her outside the gas station on Route 40. Curses it… until the werelynx is in control. Then Elianora feels powerful, unstoppable. And nobody is going to stop her from fighting small town crime while the moon is full. A carriage pulls up in her human driveway, the silhouette in the driver’s seat a figure who Elianora recognizes. There’s trouble, and the team is getting back together.

Hi Naamah I’m back in town! :3

Love,
Marax Ouija Hethson

2/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:53 No. 927527 ID: d7f01b
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Well, that’s all squared away. You look at the sealed letter to Naamah sitting on your desk. Ah. You don’t have any servants anymore. You are going to have to deliver it in person. Well, that’s weird. But as long as you’re leaving your estate, you might as well take a gander on up to earth and pay Sallos a call. He did so kindly leave you his forwarding address.

3/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:54 No. 927528 ID: d7f01b
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You get changed again, because you are a fickle soul. Appearances are important.

And you go to Naamah’s house. Her estate is not far from yours, so you decide to walk the pleasant hell country paths. You get six inches of the hem of your pants muddy, but the scenery makes you wonder why you ever wanted to leave.

When you arrive at Naamah’s house, you ring the bell, and a servant shortly answers the door.

4/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:55 No. 927529 ID: d7f01b
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“Hello? Oh...oh no.”

Easter has already found another job in the span of half an afternoon. They look very unhappy to see you.

“I am hand-delivering a letter to Princess Naamah,” you announce. “Is she at home?”

Easter pauses.

“Yeah, she’s at home,” they sigh. They wave you inside.

5/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:56 No. 927530 ID: d7f01b
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You follow Easter through the halls of Naamah’s estate. Naamah is a patron of the earth arts, and an avid collector of earth cultural artifacts. She has been very into sculpture lately.

You can hear her talking animatedly with another guest somewhere at the end of the hall, and very shortly Easter stops before a door labeled “Studio,” and knocks.

“Naamah? Marax is here.” Easter drops the formalities, probably because they have lost all will to live. You don’t really mind. You have gotten used to how humans talk, after all, and your humans never called you Prince Marax. You really tried to train Lane and your other human servants to at least give “my lord” a try, but you were a cat most of the time, and you never broke through the cultural barrier.

6/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:56 No. 927531 ID: d7f01b
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“Marax??? Oh my God, hi!” Naamah yells. She waves you over, bits of clay flying off her hands in all directions. “You have to tell me everything, how was earth?”

“I don’t want to talk about earth,” you sigh, collapsing dramatically onto a little pink couch that looked much to small to fit Naamah. “There were some intense emotions. Betrayals.”

“Like how Elianora betrayed the werelynx crime syndicate to move to West Virginia and solve crime in the Appalachian mountains,” Naamah says, nodding sagely. “Say no more. Oh, this is Astin, he’s my new artist in residence.”

Astin gives you a bewildered smile. He is in the middle of sculpting a voluptuous demon who looks like Naamah. In fact, all the sculptures in the room look like Naamah in different poses and states of dress.

“My human Lane was an artist too,” you say, before you think better of it. “He draws.”

“Oh, we should get them all together sometime!” Naamah chirps. “Humans do love to commiserate.”

You quickly change the subject, and what better way than by giving Naamah her letter? You pull it out of your pocket.

“This is for you,” you say. “It’s a bit late.”

7/7 Alyssa 2019/03/27(Wed)08:57 No. 927532 ID: d7f01b
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Naamah tears it open and reads it at once.

“Oh, you remembered! I’ll get back to you right away. Right now Astin and I are engaging in a human cultural experience called Patrick Swayze’s Ghost. It requires clay and implied sexuality.”

That explains why Naamah is covered in clay up to her elbows. You may not know dick but you know Patrick Swayze’s Ghost.

>Invite Naamah to Murmur’s cocktail party that you were definitely invited to
>Invite Naamah to visit Sallos with you
>Ask for advice
>Ask for gossip
>Something else

Ask for advice. Please, god, take some input from a rational (????) person.

ask for advice

and ask her to come with you to murmurs party that you definitely WERENT invited to
mayhem :3

ask for advice AND gossip!

Advice and gossip are one in the same.

Also I don't think Astin was aware of the implied sexuality.

ask naamah to "dish the goss" as the kids say

>>927542
I have just realized that it's "one and the same".

1/3 Alyssa 2019/04/09(Tue)10:45 No. 929170 ID: d7f01b
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“Oh, I won’t keep you too long, then…” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. You squirm on the pink couch, trying to get comfortable. You feel slightly off balance with your tail shifted away in anticipation for your visit to Sallos in Earth Vermont. “I was hoping you could catch me up with what I’ve missed, while I’ve been gone.”

Naamah’s expression turns serious. Uh oh.

“How much do you know?” she asks, cautiously.

You frown. You don’t know anything.

“Okay,” Naamah says. “So, like, the who’s-dating-who would take a whole week to run down, but you probably don’t care about the whole court, so… uh.” Again, she pauses. “Eligos has been collecting lovers, that’s nothing new. He’s been seen at court with your brother Glasya-Labolas, lately, but nothing confirmed there. I’ve been a bit of a shut in lately, so I only get the cliff’s notes from Decarabia, but…”

Oh, Decarabia! That one’s definitely one of your kids. Naamah raised him, and you recall him being spoiled and dreadful.

“What else, what else…” Naamah muses. “There have been some rumors about Ornias and Satan, but I wouldn’t put too much stock in them.”

Naamah wipes the dried clay off her hands thoughtfully with a damp towel.

“And, er.”

“Yes?” you say, leaning forward. Finally, something juicy.

“...Your brother Shax had a thing with Murmur, for a while. And then Shax moved out? Murmur lost his head servant in the break-up. It was messy and embarrassing. Cause like. Imagine getting dumped for your head servant. Yikes.”

2/3 Alyssa 2019/04/09(Tue)10:45 No. 929171 ID: d7f01b
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“Ew!” you yell, scrambling to your feet. “Ew! What the fuck!”

“I know, and Andras isn’t even that cute? They’re kind of shitty.”

You pace the studio, screaming every few seconds as you struggle to find something to say besides “Ew.” Murmur rebounded with your twin brother and then you found him in your house.

You note down to start a messy fight with Shax later. But for right now, you’re more bewildered than ever.

And when the going gets tough, you turn into a cat.

3/3 Alyssa 2019/04/09(Tue)10:46 No. 929172 ID: d7f01b
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You hide under Naamah’s pink couch, hissing quietly to yourself.

“Marax, are you, like, okay?” Naamah asks, peering underneath.

“Call me Ouija,” you grumble.

She laughs in shock, hearing your regular voice come out of a cat, but quickly recovers herself.

“Sorry, Ouija. Are you, like, good?”

“I need advice,” you say. It’s hard to admit, but you really, really do. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Hm…” Naamah says. “Depends on if you want to rejoin court or be a loner like me. You could just chill. Hire some new servants, roleplay Elianora with me, maybe host the human culture club every month. But if you want people’s respect, that’s a little harder to come by. It’s too bad you fell out with your humans, having a human lover is very fashionable right now.”

You shrink farther back under the couch.

“Uh, but it’s fine!” Naamah continues. “Why don’t you go to a party and make waves? Get noticed again? Since it’s been so long, everyone will be talking about it, wondering if you’re any different, now. You could reinvent yourself, if you wanted to. Ooh, I could help you get dressed.”

Naamah is very excited now.

“We could go to a party together, if you want! There’s one practically every night. I wasn’t going to go, but I think Parisa is holding a pool party tonight. Oh, but Murmur might be there…”

Murmur is going to be at practically any party you attend. You have all the same friends. You scrunch yourself up under the couch and hiss.

go to a party with your friend and if you dont like it you can turn into a cat and scream about it

go to the party!! and let naamah dress you up

GO TO THE PARTY! GO TO THE PARTY! GO TO THE PARTY

"Hey, I heard Jasper was having a party sometime soon? I got an invitation, I think. Now his place, I wouldn't mind making a scene at with Murmur. That sick baby-eater or whatever it was people say he is can get fucked."

1/3 Alyssa 2019/04/17(Wed)08:33 No. 930171 ID: d7f01b
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You decide to suck it up and go to the party. Naamah is right, like usual. If you don’t want to be a boring recluse, you are going to have to dress cute and show up places.

Maybe being dressed up by Naamah will raise your spirits. You have done nothing but dress up all day, but you need this. You actually start to get excited. Maybe you’ll meet somebody handsome. Maybe your aura of mystery will seduce the most handsome duke or prince or whatever at the party, and Murmur can suck it. And if it stops being fun, you’ll just be a cat.

You slink back out from under the couch.

“Did you say you’ll help me get dressed?” you ask hopefully.

2/3 Alyssa 2019/04/17(Wed)08:33 No. 930172 ID: d7f01b
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“Baby, step into my office.”

3/3 Alyssa 2019/04/17(Wed)08:33 No. 930173 ID: d7f01b
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Let's do this thing.

Marn 2019/04/17(Wed)13:35 No. 930184 ID: c1eaac
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let naamah be tall

>>930183

ouijaquest is happening in a different in-universe time frame than hearts goetia, the two parties are different!

Don't we already know what Marax is wearing...? Or is the outfit in the other quest like a placeholder for now?
I guess we only saw the top though.

>>930185
Ohh okay.

Suggestion 2019/04/17(Wed)16:29 No. 930197 ID: 5588ae
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WE ARE BIG SEXY DEMONS SO WHATS THE POINT UNLESS WERE WEARING BIG SEXY OUTFITS
im talking sheer fabric and black leather baby!!! im talking precious [quest accent color] gemstones everywhere baby!!! whats the point if we dont WALTZ IN THERE DRESSED TO THE HIGH HEAVENS AND HOT AS HELL???

>>930197
forgot to edit it in but in my suggestion, marax is 100000000% wearing hotpants, even if this IS an ass out outfit

>>930197
Lime is good

>>930197
I like this.

fantast 2019/04/22(Mon)14:11 No. 930759 ID: 2af340
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ouija and naamah should have claire's bff necklaces 2k19
also, i'm gay

1/7 Alyssa 2019/04/28(Sun)08:34 No. 931408 ID: d7f01b
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By the time you are done getting dressed, it’s just about time to leave for the party. You and Naamah head out, looking like hot shit. You almost hope Murmur is at this party, but then you get a squirmy feeling in your stomach and you change your mind about that. There will be plenty of time to ruin Murmur’s life. You still have five days before his angel cocktail party.

You and Naamah ring the bell, but there is no answer. Naamah slams the giant door-knocker, but still no one answers the door.

You hear rowdy party music coming from around back, though.

2/7 Alyssa 2019/04/28(Sun)08:35 No. 931409 ID: d7f01b
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You carefully step over elements of Parisa’s garden, following the sound of some truly sick violin riffs.

The music gets louder, until finally you reach the main patio.

3/7 Alyssa 2019/04/28(Sun)08:36 No. 931410 ID: d7f01b
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You take a long look around, trying to pick out familiar faces. This isn’t quite your usual crowd - the demons here are probably a couple hundred years younger than you. Fewer dukes and princes, more lords and earls and stuff. And counts? Whatever, it’s fine.

It’s crowded, lots of people on the dancefloor, lots of people with drinks in their hands, and lots of people talking and laughing. You can sort of see the pool past the crowd - that might be worth checking out.

As far as people you know, there are a few.

The Marquess seems like the safe bet for socializing.

probably say hi to parisa and thank her for having you and naamah before going anywhere else?

yeah greet parisa and then say an ill advised hello to camio

while common sense tells me to check out nammahs party friend im a camio stan from HG and my one braincell is going wild for more camio content

Make yourself known to the host, man! If no new developments happen after that, go to Camio; I hear he's more of a listener than a talker, so you should be safe as long as you don't do anything TOO noteworthy in front of him. The other two candidates are just... ugh.

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You lock your arm with Naamah’s. Step one to reinventing yourself: be cool as a cucumber.
“Shall we say hello to the Marquess?” you say.

“Parisaaaaaa!” Naamah yells across the patio. “Heyyyy oh my God you’re so cute!”

Parisa turns from her current conversation partner to you, as the two of you approach.

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“Oh, hey Naamah,” Parisa says, cocking one hip to the side in acknowledgement of Naamah calling her cute. She takes a sip of her drink and raises her eyebrows at you, probably waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Prince Ouija Marax Hethson,” you say, dipping your head in a very charming way. “Cool party.”

Parisa gives you a curious look, and you get the feeling whatever you do and say tonight is going to make its way through the gossip mill, big time.

“Oh, thanks, it’s nothing,” Parisa says. “You guys missed the afternoon pre-party, so we are kind of transitioning into a sexier evening vibe? We might get some more people…” Parisa finishes her drink and sets it down. “Oh shit you guys need drinks. I get anxious when guests don’t have drinks.”

Parisa snaps her fingers a few times, and suddenly the house staff descends upon you. They are informally dressed, a couple of them still wet from the pool. The younger cohort can be more fast and loose with class rigidity, you have noticed. When Ornias gave Camio a title and estate a few centuries ago, that was shocking - but today, much less rare, if not as common as letting your staff get in on your pool party.

In seconds, both you and Naamah have drinks in hand, and the staff has dispersed. All except one, a tall demon you don’t recognize.

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“Lord Camio wants to know if we have aloe, and if so, are we willing to share,” the demon says to Parisa.

“Oh, Naamah and, uh, Ouija. My bodyguard, Aphra,” Parisa says. But before you can say “nice to meet you,” Parisa has moved on. “Yes, there’s aloe up in my toilette, if you don’t mind.”

“Cool,” Aphra sighs, and departs into the house via sliding glass door.

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“So, what brings you out of the house, Ouija?” Parisa says, giving you her full attention. “I haven’t had any news from your neck of the woods in a long time.”

You try to think of something cool and/or charming to say, and take a gulp of your drink to buy time.

definitely DON'T say anything about murmur, or about how your humans abandoned you. say something super cool about how you've been having a great time on earth, but popped down to hell to spend some time with naamah

ive been having fun on earth! humans can be very charming, even if they dont get the whole proper title thing

"I went, I saw, I tapped some ass. But now I'm ready to come home and celebrate my successful outing." If someone brings up Murmur, admit that he just wasn't the one, in a big way, and this was the most delicious way you could think of to break it off. Makes you seem unrepentant and victorious. (Come to think of it, why did you leave him at the altar?)

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You keep drinking for a slightly inappropriate length of time as you think up a great list of things NOT to say.

Your internal monologue goes something like this:

Don’t tell Parisa about Murmur. Don’t say anything about Murmur. Why did you leave Murmur at the altar? Why are you thinking about Murmur? Stop thinking about Murmur! Tell her about how cool you are, because you have humans, and humans are in this season. Except you don’t have humans, actually, because they abandoned you. Don’t tell Parisa that your humans abandoned you.

You finish the glass, which means time’s up.

“Ahem,” you say. “I’ve been……...having sex. With humans. On earth. And now I’m here to visit Naamah, my friend.”

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“But humans are so delicate!” Parisa exclaims, eyes aglow with extraverted energy. “I hear you really have to be careful, or their arms and legs just sort of snap off. And they don’t regrow, isn’t that dreadful? I wouldn’t leave the house if I was a human.”

“My humans weren’t all that delicate,” you mumble into your glass, forgetting it’s empty. You finally set it down. Parisa does have a point; if you hadn’t been a cat most of the time, you suppose you might have broken your humans. Having a cat form is more or less the demonic equivalent of being wrapped in bubble-wrap.

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Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpse a couple of humans. Speak of the devil - or, you know what you mean. Your attention might have glazed right over them if you hadn’t been thinking of your own ex-humans back home.

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“Well, I’m glad you decided to drop in during your visit to Naamah, Ouija,” Parisa chirps, ever the good hostess. “I’m going to hop in the pool, if you want to come chat more. Oh - Aphra, there you are.”

Aphra closes the sliding glass door behind her, aloe in hand. She raises her eyebrows at Parisa and stalks away, toward Lord Camio, who is distantly seated in a lounge chair by the pool.

go say hi to those humans!! ask who they’re here with! they don’t look like they just wandered in so someone probably brought them along

yeah go see the humans! or go offer to help put sunscreen on camio winks

Supporting the humans option.