⓪⑧ (sort of)

[docfoul]

DDD: Party for no discernible reason other than the White Text Guy having said so.



Whether you were invited, came of your own volition, were dragged here by some weirdos in green, or just popped up in the classic "community made you do it" fashion, you are now in THE FELT MANSION. And since Doc Scratch is and will always be an excellent host, you can count on having good food, drinks, and party games aplenty.

There isn't much he can do about the TIME SHENANIGANS, though. But you can steer clear of those if you know how. Unfortunately, there is no way to avoid the mansion's collection of A THOUSAND CLOCKS.

(Speaking of time shenanigans, you may also want to refer here for a rough explanation of what those shenanigans might be. But don't worry about it too much, really. You can just say something if you want to run into a Felt NPC and, hopefully, the shenanigans will be immensely fun for all.)

You should also feel free to START ANY NEW THREADS.

Comments

[soulfist]

I have. I just didn't think it was possible for anyone to live there.

[docfoul]

Have you seen the two of them?

[soulfist]

Two?

[docfoul]

Why, yes. There is the green moon, of course, and there is also a pink one.

[What about the moon on the picture at the top of the post, though?

... Don't ask me.]

[soulfist]

I never noticed the second one.

[docfoul]

Well, it isn't terribly important. As I was saying, regretfully, my employer is not currently available, which is a shame. I'm sure he would have been delighted to meet you.

[And perhaps enslave you until he didn't need you anymore.]

[soulfist]

When will he be available? I'd love to meet him sometime.

[docfoul]

Very soon. I would say there is a possibility he might be able to use the community after I die. Of course, if you wanted to meet him in person, you could always come to my apartment and wait.

[soulfist]

I don't want you to die if I have to meet him...

[docfoul]

I am going to die. That is an insurmountable fact.

[soulfist]

Everyone dies, but you don't have to dwell on it.

[docfoul]

Is that what I'm doing? No, I am simply stating facts.

[soulfist]

Think of something else you want to do...instead of dying.

[docfoul]

There is nothing else. I have lived for a very long time, my dear.

[soulfist]

How long?

[docfoul]

For nearly as long as this planet has existed.

[soulfist]

Oh my... That is a long time.

I thought that 300 years was a long time. [ not that...she's lived that long. ya know, just observing ]

[docfoul]

It is, for humans. Which neither of us are.

[soulfist]

...What makes you think that I'm not?

[docfoul]

I do not simply think it, I know it.

[soulfist]

Oh you do, hmm?

And...what do you think that you know?

[docfoul]

Didn't I just say I know it? But I can leave the nuances of wording aside before we get caught up in them. What I know, Morrigan Aensland, is that you are a succubus.

[soulfist]

How did you come about this finding? I want to know how you know this. [ getting a little hostile tone but she's still smiling as always ]

[docfoul]

I am omniscient, my dear. I didn't "come about" this finding so much as it was always there, plain for me to see. There is no need for you to worry, though. Your secret is safe with me.

[soulfist]

I thought that I was hiding it pretty well... [ pouts ]