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[tenebraecious]

Who: Everyone
Where: Lobby
When: Day 138, Afternoon

[Hello, friends, let's have another live!!]

It is my understanding that there are a few who are new to this place, like myself. With that in mind, I hope that we may introduce ourselves to each other with a poll of sorts— What is your name? And to aid further discussion . . .

To those who are new here, what is something you would like to learn? Ask whatever question comes to mind. None are too trivial.

To those who are well-established, what is something you have learned here? A skill, a discovery about yourself. Any wisdom that you deem worthy.



[Yes, use this as a means to mingle and touch each other. I will be getting to all comers, too. Oh, and some minor appearance notes for Glacies.]

Comments

[innerdaemons]

Something like that, yes. My own... situation involves very specific dietary restrictions.

[tenebraecious]

I did not miss that remark . . .

[just needed to address the more important issue, first...]

What do you feed on?

[innerdaemons]

As there's no gentle way to put it ...

People.

[tenebraecious]

[hands clasped tightly together]

You are most kind, but do not restrain yourself. —By what means?

[innerdaemons]

In the most direct fashion possible.

[tenebraecious]

There is no aid? Not with rations or through purchases?

[innerdaemons]

-- Ah, yes. It's not completely hopeless in that regard. I have the bare minimum to not fall apart provided to me, and limbs can be purchased through the point shop.

[tenebraecious]

[blinking, figuring it out]

Mm, and if you do not feed . . . ?

[innerdaemons]

I start to rot. As if I were a walking corpse.

[tenebraecious]

[small, soft gasp]

What an awful curse . . . Does it pain you greatly?

[innerdaemons]

It's gruesome, but it's not precisely painful -- bar the rotting.

[tenebraecious]

Are you unable to feel it? This is more than I had wanted to ask, I apologize.

[innerdaemons]

[ he shrugs, a bit loosely ]

It's not as if I've been able to keep it secret otherwise. The only aspect I truly do feel is when I start to fall apart, yes -- the rest seems more cosmetic.

[tenebraecious]

Hm, we are not so similar, then . . . This shall be my last. For now. How often must you eat?

[innerdaemons]

Once every five days or so. But dying accelerates this.

[tenebraecious]

Yes, naturally with such trauma . . .

[making sure to look up to him, soft]

Absinthe, thank you, truly. While it may be hard to believe, knowing this much helps to set my mind at ease.

[innerdaemons]

[ thanks, he hates this ]

The least I could do is provide you with some comfort, my dear.

[tenebraecious]

Yes. If ever I can return the kindness, I would be happy to know of it.

[innerdaemons]

I'll be sure to let you know if the opportunity arises, hmm?

[tenebraecious]

[nods]

Until then, I shall hope to see you again soon.

[innerdaemons]

The sentiment is mutual!

[tenebraecious]

[going to give a short bow before attending to everyone else for the live, what a good man!!!]