[Cole's general impression of the market in the caves hasn't been a great one. It's too dark, the architecture is strange and maze-like, and even if there are some interesting displays of food and drinks, he doesn't need either (or didn't, depending) and most of the buildings are empty inside, which is of no use to him.]
[This time, however, it's shiny enough to rival the Fade.]
[It takes some investigating and poking around for him to determine that the lights can be removed, and he sees nothing unusual in the fact that they continue to provide light even when disconnected. While he doesn't personally have a reason to collect a bunch of lights, it's still pretty dark in the caves on the way here, and he knows at least some people like to come here despite that. Maybe more, now that this place has light.]
[So he spends a while collecting an assortment of bulbs- regular ones, colorful ones, it doesn't matter so long as they're small enough to carry and there's still enough light left behind that they won't be missed.]
[And then he retraces his usual path out of the caves, occasionally leaving a bulb on the ground behind him. It may not be the brightest light to see by, and there's no guarantee the local wildlife won't make off with them- but for the time being, this particular cave trail is a little more colorful.]
B. Mushrooms for Everyone (wherever)
[Hunger is bad. After his initial encounters with it, it doesn't take long for him to notice the local creatures showing signs of this new phenomenon as well, and being the helpful spirit he is, takes it upon himself to help out where he can.]
[You may spot him carrying a plastic bag he scrounged up from the beach trash, collecting and either hand feeding or offering bits of raw mushroom to any assortment of critters- the cat birds, the chicken nugs, the paint tails, the long necks if he can get them to lower their heads enough. Do you have a pet (or pokemon) that likes to wander? They're getting free mushrooms.]
[Perhap a bit more precariously, he can also be found trying to feed some of the more aggressive metal species, usually by throwing a handful toward them and booking it rather than sticking around in their territory.]
[Or maybe you spy him crouched in the branches of a tree near the forest lake with his bag of mushroom chunks sitting by the trunk, looking out over the water and pondering if it's even worth it to try and feed the angry fish...]
C. Hunger (hammerlocke) (cw: dissociation) (limited prompt- no more than 2 threads pls)
[He's searching one of the shops in the ruins of Hammerlocke when the first wave of hunger hits hard, sharp, and completely without warning. It's enough to draw a startled gasp of pain from him as he stumbles back as if struck, which, for a brief moment he's looking down expecting to see an arrow or dagger sticking out of his stomach.]
[But that's not what this pain is. It's been long enough he'd almost forgotten, but with it hitting him so blatantly now it's impossible to forget once the memories are pulled back to the surface. But this isn't right, he knows he doesn't need to eat. That is right, isn't it? When he starved to death that wasn't- this isn't-]
[Is it? How does he know? He doesn't know where he is, not in any way that defines him. Is this what he is now? Is this real? Is any of this real...?]
[He tries to move, but the hunger saps his strength and he collapses against the nearest wall, sliding down to the floor with his back pressed against it. It's cold and dark here, not as dark as that cell was but it overwhelms him anyway, the pain and fear more solid a shackle than anything here and now.]
[He remains there for a time, trembling and tightly hugging his knees before he can find the will to call for help, and even then it's weak and frightened.]
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[Cole's general impression of the market in the caves hasn't been a great one. It's too dark, the architecture is strange and maze-like, and even if there are some interesting displays of food and drinks, he doesn't need either (or didn't, depending) and most of the buildings are empty inside, which is of no use to him.]
[This time, however, it's shiny enough to rival the Fade.]
[It takes some investigating and poking around for him to determine that the lights can be removed, and he sees nothing unusual in the fact that they continue to provide light even when disconnected. While he doesn't personally have a reason to collect a bunch of lights, it's still pretty dark in the caves on the way here, and he knows at least some people like to come here despite that. Maybe more, now that this place has light.]
[So he spends a while collecting an assortment of bulbs- regular ones, colorful ones, it doesn't matter so long as they're small enough to carry and there's still enough light left behind that they won't be missed.]
[And then he retraces his usual path out of the caves, occasionally leaving a bulb on the ground behind him. It may not be the brightest light to see by, and there's no guarantee the local wildlife won't make off with them- but for the time being, this particular cave trail is a little more colorful.]
B. Mushrooms for Everyone (wherever)
[Hunger is bad. After his initial encounters with it, it doesn't take long for him to notice the local creatures showing signs of this new phenomenon as well, and being the helpful spirit he is, takes it upon himself to help out where he can.]
[You may spot him carrying a plastic bag he scrounged up from the beach trash, collecting and either hand feeding or offering bits of raw mushroom to any assortment of critters- the cat birds, the chicken nugs, the paint tails, the long necks if he can get them to lower their heads enough. Do you have a pet (or pokemon) that likes to wander? They're getting free mushrooms.]
[Perhap a bit more precariously, he can also be found trying to feed some of the more aggressive metal species, usually by throwing a handful toward them and booking it rather than sticking around in their territory.]
[Or maybe you spy him crouched in the branches of a tree near the forest lake with his bag of mushroom chunks sitting by the trunk, looking out over the water and pondering if it's even worth it to try and feed the angry fish...]
C. Hunger (hammerlocke) (cw: dissociation) (limited prompt- no more than 2 threads pls)
[He's searching one of the shops in the ruins of Hammerlocke when the first wave of hunger hits hard, sharp, and completely without warning. It's enough to draw a startled gasp of pain from him as he stumbles back as if struck, which, for a brief moment he's looking down expecting to see an arrow or dagger sticking out of his stomach.]
[But that's not what this pain is. It's been long enough he'd almost forgotten, but with it hitting him so blatantly now it's impossible to forget once the memories are pulled back to the surface. But this isn't right, he knows he doesn't need to eat. That is right, isn't it? When he starved to death that wasn't- this isn't-]
[Is it? How does he know? He doesn't know where he is, not in any way that defines him. Is this what he is now? Is this real? Is any of this real...?]
[He tries to move, but the hunger saps his strength and he collapses against the nearest wall, sliding down to the floor with his back pressed against it. It's cold and dark here, not as dark as that cell was but it overwhelms him anyway, the pain and fear more solid a shackle than anything here and now.]
[He remains there for a time, trembling and tightly hugging his knees before he can find the will to call for help, and even then it's weak and frightened.]
P-Please, is anyone there- it hurts...!