tabularasa_rp | Change is in the Air (OTA)

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Change is in the Air (OTA)

Who: Parsee and you!
What: December Catch-All
Where: The Shrine, Bridge and Around
When: Any time in December
Content Warnings: *laughs* nothing serious. She's angsty as hell about the shrine change, but it's all harmless today. I'll update if necessary

* Shrine Freakout * General Shrine * The Blank Shrine * Mt Silver * The Beach * Hammerhead *
* Widcard *

(Haha, I can't resist poking some fun at Parsee. Top Levels Below)

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No... no no no... Nononononononononononono! NO! What the hell?!?

[She's shouting at the top of her lungs as she says it, so anyone who's in the forest, out in the Void, on the bridge or possibly even over at Heavenly Blanc might hear the initial freak out session. Parsee was staring at what had happened to the shrine by the bridge.

The shrine had been moved. Now, it was on a great circular stone slab with steps that led up to it. Surrounding the circular dais were seven statues in Grecian style depicting of elegant maidens in Grecian style clothes, showing unnatural features that matched Greek gods and monsters. Standing in pools of water connected to a channel that ran all the way around the shrine complex, they faced outwards. A great stone altar shaped like a great mouth opened up there, with incense and scissors serving as offerings within. The wooden shrine itself stood at the back of the dais facing the altar.

And currently, Parsee was shouting at a broom that leaned against one of the statues, bellowing in confusion.]

What do you mean it just happened?!? What the hell happened?!? GAH! This... This isn't Shinto at all! What am I supposed to do about...

OF COURSE I'M GOING TO SWEEP IT CLEAN, DUMBASS! I MEANT AFTER THAT!!!

[...the broom wasn't actually saying anything. It was just a broom after all. A possessed broom, but a broom.]

[Right. So... Shouting and Bargaining were steps that happened almost immediately. Pain/Guilt & Anger/Bargaining had sort of bled away after the first ~~day or two~~ period of time. It didn't hurt that the sound of the water clock was alarmingly soothing.

Eventually, Parsee had to deal with the fact that the Shrine was going to be a sort of ... joint venture. There were elements of Greek mythos here, elements of something... otherworldly and unrelated to both, and now elements of Shinto. It meant that this wasn't simply a shrine, it was now close to a little temple complex. Whether she liked it or not, it was what it was, and she had to cope.

So, after she'd calmed down, she finally started to try and make do. Parsee and the broom she'd found were currently busily sweeping as the water clock 'tonked' behind the whole complex. She was trying to keep it completely clean and pristine, inspecting the altar, grumbling and tapping her foot. She wasn't a priest, so how was this supposed to work at this point? Groaning, she shook her head. Did it matter? She, Melinoe and Viridi were the ones likely to get venerated here if anyone was, and probably more the two of them than her... so, she guessed it was supposed to be up to them?

Hearing footsteps, she glanced up, raising an eyebrow.]

We're still figuring out how the heck this is supposed to work, so ... uh... yeah. You've got me.

[At some point, she'd crossed the bridge and found the blank shrine. Seeing it there, constructed out of the whiteness of the Void, she was starting to wander the thing, grunting and confused. This... was new. It hadn't ever quite done any of this.]

So, what? We supposed to worship the Void here now? Does the Void even want worship?

Do you even know what worship is?

[At some point, she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to rest, so Parsee made her way past Heavenly Blanc only to find the signs she'd been having painted by one of the Semi-Smeargles with the black tail replaced. They'd been replaced by road signs. Real ones. Big ones.

...

And about half of them were good. Half of them led nowhere and made no sense. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she glanced over at her painting compatriot and groaned.]

I don't have a ladder, so we can't get to any of the big signs up high, but we oughta make sure the ones don't give bad info. You up for some more painting?

Yeah, I get it! I get it! [She thumped the drum] There, happy! Gah, you're all so damned needy! I swear I'm leaving the next one by the water, you hear me?

[Who was she talking to this time? A Drum. She was picking it up, along with a mallet and a stand it had shown up next. The dusty old thing had seen better days, but for whatever reason she'd decided that she wanted it and now she was hauling it back...

And arguing with it.]

Shuuuuuuut up! You're lucky that a drum actually belongs at a shrine, you...

[Maybe she'd snapped finally.]

(OOC: The Drum is, like her broom, one of the 'possessed tools' that has begun showing up in the area. It's a little prankster like the rest.)

Ok... seriously.... you need to help me out.

[She picked up a book covered and festooned with the colorful name of a person who didn't actually exist. She was frowning at it and thrusting it at whoever was helping her explore the place.]

I haven't actually read a book in a while, but I have no idea who this Mister Pibb is, and why I should hope that his book gets filled at some point so I can read it.

(OOC: Anything is available. Feel free to start something off. She is most commonly seen at the Wall Mart, under Mt Silver, in Heavenly Blanc and wandering the woods near the Shrine.)

[She was on her fourth drink at this point. Strong drinks. Stiff ones. Parsee looked anything but pleasant right now. Her countenance was twitching, twisting and she looked almost furious, like she was struggling to hold back a lot of emotions.

Now, for those who frequented the bar? The reason would be obvious. She was always pestering Joker, and Ren wasn't here. He wasn't anywhere to be found, and Parsee was ... not taking it well. Fingers dragged around the edge of her glass while she twitched. She'd seen people disappear, people she'd liked, but now he was missing and she wasn't handling it nearly as well.

It didn't matter how much she'd prepared. It didn't matter that she had known it was coming. It wasn't possible for a spirit of jealousy to handle this kind of thing. At least she wasn't wrecking the joint!]

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What the Heck?!? (The Unnamed Shrine)

The Steps of Dealing With it (The Unnamed Shrine/Bridge)

Mirror/Mirror (The Blank Shrine)

The Road to Nowhere (Mt Silver Superhighway)

Bang the Drum (Beach, leading back to the Shrine)

Not much of a Reader but... (Hammerhead Mini-Mart)

Wildcard

Coping Badly (Heavenly Blanc)