CAVERN.

[atrueheroine]

[Another encounter with the Shimmer, another round of confusion, frustration and exhaustion. It's probably going to be a fairly unanimous opinion, but Page much preferred the circle of peaceful corpses over the tree of suffering.

She emerged from the river just in time to hear what the Shimmer had to say, and it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But regardless of feelings, it's probably wise that they don't move away from this cavern for the time being; the fire, remnants of that horrible tree, is providing light and warmth. They couldn't really ask for much more, especially after spending the past week in darkness.

So Page will swim back to the fire, placing herself in front of it and unwinding her headpiece, letting her locs fall free around her face. She's soaked, miserable and cold. As awful as the source of the heat is, she needs to dry off. The last thing she wants is to fall ill.

Not that it would mean much - sounds like a problem for her body. Wherever that is.

You're free to join her, or do what you will; time to rest, before the new week begins.]

Comments

[alchemicals]

...I'd offer to go kill something with you to let you blow off steam, but there hasn't been anything alive in this place outside of the tree. Want to go blow up some crystals or something?

[instrumentalized]

[ .... you... you have some weird ways of venting? Killing things to deal with anger is bad, probably, but alright. That's a thought for another time. ]

... we'd be wasting resources.

[alchemicals]

Depends on what the crystals are made of, and how hard it is to blow them up as a result.

[bruh]

[instrumentalized]

That's... basically research.

[ Garma is not usually down for this sort of nonsense, but honestly? Please distract him. Please distract him. Blowing up rocks has never sounded so beautiful. ]

[alchemicals]

Sounds good, doesn't it? Come on, let's go look at them at least. If it'd just be a waste of time to destroy them, then we don't have to.

[instrumentalized]

... yes, that sounds adequate.

[ And he's going to grab his pants off the floor hoping that they're at least not entirely soaked through anymore, because yeah. Pants. A good thing. ]

[alchemicals]

[...pants...]

I really don't care if you get dressed or not; I think we're all a little beyond caring.

[instrumentalized]

[ ... yeah, that's true, isn't it? It just makes him put those damp pants on faster though. ]

All the more reason to enforce a sense of propriety before we entirely forget it!