[chasma] week 6, thursday night

[veraltwin]

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[lefthandpath]

[I HOPE RIN WASN'T EXPECTING TO RUN AROUND IN THE CHURCH BECAUSE ALLEN IS MAKING HIM FUCKING REST AFTER THAT.]

[aono]

[IT'S FINE HE'LL SIT DOWN]

This is gonna be a long night, you know.

[But he's not moving from his seat right next to Allen, it's fine. Pay no mind to the tail trying to sneak its way around Allen's waist.]

[veraltwin]

[perceives this]

[aono]

[NOT LOOKING IN HER DIRECTION

as if that changes the fact that their daemons were touching each other earlier.]

[lefthandpath]

[do not perceive being perceived.]

[bloodyromance]

[Gay rights.]

[aono]

[STOP PERCEIVING HIMMMMM]

[lefthandpath]

Aren't they always?

[aono]

I guess so, yeah.

...The fourth week wasn't too bad.

[The time he, Allen, and Nanaly curfewed together. And then Nanaly got scapegoated...]

[arcsplainist]

[ While Esmerie climbs around and makes a nuisance of herself, Alphinaud stands before a painting of the Great Woerm Itself™ hung neatly on a wall. ]

... What is that...?

[bloodyromance]

Well, at least there's no crosses.

[He looks at the Woerm.]

I think that's the Woerm.

[arcsplainist]

Rather... peculiar for a religious figure, is it not?

[bloodyromance]

...You ever seen a god before?

Their true forms are rarely pretty.

[Looks at Joss Whedon's obsession with giant snakes as penis metaphors. Sighs.]

[veraltwin]

[Esmerie can do whatever she likes she is allowed.]

[arcsplainist]

[ Yeah!! She'll even take the time to start climbing over Alisaie's head. ]

[veraltwin]

[She's allowed, just watch the left ear... she may get lifted and brought down for cuddles though instead. What an adorable menace.]

[aono]

It's a woerm.

[This answers all questions.]

[arcsplainist]

Yet they could not bother to spell it properly...

[aono]

Maybe it's different from a worm. ...it looks different from a worm.

[lefthandpath]

A ... worm?

Or woerm, as it's spelt.

[arcsplainist]

Why a worm, I wonder...

[aono]

[Rin is here! And he's sitting down because he still vaguely resembles a microwaved potato that also got burned.]

...I should've grabbed more than a tank top...

[He. Definitely grabbed a loose-fitting tank top and some sweatpants to wear for the time being. But now he's a little cold.]

[bloodyromance]

[Spike pauses. Then sighs and takes off his coat, tossing it to Rin.]

I can't feel the cold, so it's all yours. Just don't ruin it, yeah?

[aono]

[gaaaasp it's the cool vampire's coat.]

I don't know how I'll ruin it overnight, but thanks!

[bloodyromance]

[Spike's here, wandering about.

He's relieved at the lack of crosses or really any other earthly religious iconography because that also probably works.]

You know, I haven't actually been inside a church for a long while. Worm god or no.

[He looks around it. He used to pray every night for an hour that his mother would make a swift miraculous recovery. She did, didn't she?]

They're a bit much, ain't they?