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ants will be like do you guys mind if i defy the species concept

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What do you think is lurking in the shadows?

"My late husband. He's going to appear one day here. I don't know if I hope I'm dead, or hope I'm still here."

To hurt him. She wanted to be the one to do it. And...

She doesn't... feel well.

in depth questions

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"What do you think a "good person" is?"

"A myth. That's all. I doubt anybody truly good ever calls themselves a "good person"."

"Good" was a very attractive product to sell, though. Advertisements constantly relied on life not being "good" enough, you not being "good" enough. Good was fantastic for numbers and sales, and that was all it was. She could sell "good" as easily as she could sell "evil".

in depth questions

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10. Do you value self expression or comfort more and why?

12. What do you do when something "crosses the line" for you?

"Y'know what? I don't really care about comfort more than expression. I'm real."

She doesn't offer further comment to the statement.

in depth questions

[lanshiang]

What do you do when something "crosses the line" for you?

"I fix it."

Plenty of her "lines" had been crossed and re-negotiated with exchanges in mind. There were no lines she couldn't negotiate when it came to her own personal values. When it came to drastic boundary breaking, the only real thing she wouldn't do for a good enough reason... was there anything?

No. There was. She refused to be disrespected verbally. And she simply killed whoever was brave or stupid enough to try.

in depth questions

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Here are 25 in-character deep dive introspective prompts for the inbox to develop your roleplay characters.

What brings you the most joy in your life and why?

At what point in your life did you feel the most "you" that you've ever been?

What brings you the most shame in your life and why? Have you left it behind yet?

Do you embrace the parts of you that people find "undesirable"?

What is the quality that you use the most to deal with conflict in your life?

Are you comfortable in your skin and why or why not?

Is there something you've always wanted to do? What is it? Why do you want to do it? Will you?

Do you relate with butterflies or spiders more? Why?

What was the most intense negative experience you've ever had and how did you get through it?

Do you value self expression or comfort more and why?

What does gluttony look like to you? What is your opinion on it?

What do you do when something "crosses the line" for you?

Describe the most genius plan you have at this current time. What is it for?

When do you feel your sexiest/your best? Why then?

How fast are you to trust someone? Is this a process for you? Describe that process.

Are you the kind of person that loves attention? What kind of attention is the best kind of attention to you?

What do you think is lurking in the shadows?

How much do you invest in your own pleasure? Is it important to you?

What do you think a "good person" is?

Is there a community that you feel like you belong to?

[lanshiang]

Me, proud of the entendres in the name of my fakey business

HEHE

[lanshiang]

THE BROKEN BUTTERFLY PLEASURE CLUB

Pleasure Club and Brothel, 21+ (business tag #brokenbutterflyclub)

Welcome to the Broken Butterfly, an Adult Entertainment Club, hosted in the Golden Ward's Crimson Lane

One evening as you were finishing your shopping in Golden Ward, you took a detour on the tip of a buddy. 'Go to the Crimson Lane and get yourself a beer, a massage, and a nip of something else for the night." By the docks and passing ships, the red streetlamps strung with various advertisements are accompanied by peels of excited laughter. Couples and singles in their best attire, packed with bags of various costumery are greeted at the crimson lit door of the Broken Butterfly, a brothel and pleasure club.

There are strange butterflies that use this place as a home. Do not disturb them.

The Broken Butterfly is made up of three adjacent brownstones that were vacant until very recently, the walls gutted from the inside and joined in the center. The structure sits next to the docks of Crimson Lane and is directly adjacent to the water. Advertisements for working girls framed like celebrities are plastered on the windows, and passing out calling cards for each of the Butterfly's available bed mates on the street is completely acceptable. The rates? Why they're set by the workers themselves, as are the hours! If you're looking for company the Broken Butterfly has a wide variety of employees that can make your night into a memorable one.

Attendees of the Pleasure Club can enjoy our themed play rooms, catered to guests tastes with a little bit of magic and mischief. Each room is sparkly cleaned by our expert maintenance and custodial staff (unless visually you want something grungier).

CODES OF THE HOUSE OF WEBS/BUTTERFLIES.

I. THE CONDUCT II. THE COINS, THE RING III. THE CLUB IV. THE PARTNERSHIPS V. THE STAFF VI. APPLY VII. LAYOUT VIII. ART CREDITS

[lanshiang]

"Dehydrated isopropyl mix. Reaction in a bottle. It's easier than carrying it on hand. Mix it and pour over the wounds, and rinse well with it."

Ada took the soap from them after they were done, gently lathering up in the cool room while Daud mixed antiseptic for them. Her companions were handsome enough to linger on idle fantasies instead of what had just happened and how horrible she felt internally. Fantastical: Cahara had a lovely backside. Realistic: she was in pain. Her arm shook with pain and something worse that made her shiver.

The woman rinsed herself with filtered water and dripping, came back to her bag. She emptied the contents on the ground, and threw the entire bag in with their clothing.

The water boiled in quick time, and while it did , she extended her arm to Daud over a floor mounted drain.

"Come on big guy. Douse everything."

@mutedaggression, @dishonoredknife

Plumbing and running water were hallmarks of an extremely advanced system and laboratory. Daud wanders off, she follows him, and when the old relic finds the sink and begins to collect reagents for a plan, Ada puts two and two together to make her immediately snap, "Absolutely not. We will not be using formaldehyde to disinfect ourselves. That's gonna destroy our constitution for the rest of what we have to do."

She bleeds freely from the chunk of flesh ripped from her arm. The undead horrors that spewed from all corners of this manufacturing lab had torn through her gauntlets and shredded her sleeve. Ada had a massive, gnarled hole in her arm, the meat underneath utterly exposed. The fat layer on her arm buttressed a licorice black rope of muscle underneath, and her blood sizzled and burned against any cloth she was wearing.

Apart from potentially making them deeply ill, formaldehyde was liable to catch fire around her and kill both Cahara and Daud. It wasn't said during their sign ons, but she wasn't really human anymore.

"Keep the beakers out, keep the water running and pile some of these scraps under the tub. We can start a fire and boil the sink and our clothing. I've got antiseptic and immunity boosters in my bag. I'll show you how to mix them."

She dropped her bag, completely coated in black rot and quickly unwound her scarf from her head, shedding layers of clothing quickly and with pain around her arm. She didn't register a sense of bashfulness either, throwing all of her clothing into the sink to settle atop Daud's while they cleaned up. They could afford to stop and manage their integrity.

Ada took out of her bag a large kit in a toolbox of various gadgets, ammunition, and medicinal supplies, and pulled out a carbon filter cap, twisting it onto the sink spigot and clicking its internal antimicrobial light on.

"I make these for areas without potable water."

And- she fished into her kit for a two part powdered packet, unlabeled and vacuum sealed.

"Mix these slowly and swirl until dissolved. It's less liable to burst into flames."

She tossed the packets to Daud, hovering over the sink to dunk her wound under the running water. Her blood heated the thin layer of it over their clothes, and idly she lamented that she could not infect them.

"Cahara, get the soap from my kit, the red one. Strip, and scrub. The notes mentioned a disease and pervasive biological matter. Bet these things are still infected."

@mutedaggression -> @dishonoredknife

[lanshiang]

Carla moments where she has walked around nakey in isola: 3.

[lanshiang]

Plumbing and running water were hallmarks of an extremely advanced system and laboratory. Daud wanders off, she follows him, and when the old relic finds the sink and begins to collect reagents for a plan, Ada puts two and two together to make her immediately snap, "Absolutely not. We will not be using formaldehyde to disinfect ourselves. That's gonna destroy our constitution for the rest of what we have to do."

She bleeds freely from the chunk of flesh ripped from her arm. The undead horrors that spewed from all corners of this manufacturing lab had torn through her gauntlets and shredded her sleeve. Ada had a massive, gnarled hole in her arm, the meat underneath utterly exposed. The fat layer on her arm buttressed a licorice black rope of muscle underneath, and her blood sizzled and burned against any cloth she was wearing.

Apart from potentially making them deeply ill, formaldehyde was liable to catch fire around her and kill both Cahara and Daud. It wasn't said during their sign ons, but she wasn't really human anymore.

"Keep the beakers out, keep the water running and pile some of these scraps under the tub. We can start a fire and boil the sink and our clothing. I've got antiseptic and immunity boosters in my bag. I'll show you how to mix them."

She dropped her bag, completely coated in black rot and quickly unwound her scarf from her head, shedding layers of clothing quickly and with pain around her arm. She didn't register a sense of bashfulness either, throwing all of her clothing into the sink to settle atop Daud's while they cleaned up. They could afford to stop and manage their integrity.

Ada took out of her bag a large kit in a toolbox of various gadgets, ammunition, and medicinal supplies, and pulled out a carbon filter cap, twisting it onto the sink spigot and clicking its internal antimicrobial light on.

"I make these for areas without potable water."

And- she fished into her kit for a two part powdered packet, unlabeled and vacuum sealed.

"Mix these slowly and swirl until dissolved. It's less liable to burst into flames."

She tossed the packets to Daud, hovering over the sink to dunk her wound under the running water. Her blood heated the thin layer of it over their clothes, and idly she lamented that she could not infect them.

"Cahara, get the soap from my kit, the red one. Strip, and scrub. The notes mentioned a disease and pervasive biological matter. Bet these things are still infected."

@mutedaggression -> @dishonoredknife

Stone on stone grinds against his nerves as the world slows to a crawl around him - and shadows move, gaining clarity as amorphous child-sized creatures made of rotted skin and blackened flesh. It immediately raises the hair on the back of his neck, knotting a sense of deep-seated nausea in his guts as he steps back and finds the world turning on itself with the way the serum has made him feel.

Countless of them swarm the trio in the center of the space. Combating them only takes a short time, hardly a minute or more of constant fighting, but it feels so slow that Cahara can't help but feel motion sick, particularly when Daud seems to move faster than his eye can follow for a moment, blinking in and out of reality as he cut through the creatures.

Each one fallen bursts into stinging gore, which clings to them all and soaks into the leather of his chestplate. One breaks through his defenses to sink needlepoint teeth into his forearm, almost seeming to meld into the flesh there before Cahara can yank it off. It takes its pound of flesh, leaving a gaping and bloodied wound in its place, and he spies the same mark on Ada as he presses in close to her space.

When it's all said and done, there's hardly time to bask in their victory before Daud seems wobble in place and Cahara is fighting back the taste of vomit on his tongue. The monsters had so clearly once been human, and by their size...

"Gods above and below, that was awful."

He presses a hand over the circular bite taken out of his forearm, trying to stifle the bleeding. There's the sound of the door across the room unlocking, and it swings outward to show the same shadowed space that had led them here. The darkness beckons to him in a way that reminds him of the door that led into the Ancient City, and that makes his knees feel weak.

"Is there - any sort of medical supplies in here? I don't think we can use anything we're wearing for makeshift bandages, we're filthy."

He's talking fast, he knows he is, and he starts yanking open drawers and cabinets looking for anything to help them.

@dishonoredknife, @lanshiang

[lanshiang]

african peach moth (egybolis vaillantina) | source

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A shut off mechanism to this trap usually was placed on the ceiling or floor, or even outside of the room. Ada pulled the kid's limp corpse up by the scruff of his clothing, and filtered through her needles with a sense of unhurriedness to find exactly the capsule she needed to attempt a resuscitation. There were no guarantees it would work at all.

And then? She heard something. As if it was from underwater or very far away, Oliver's voice warbled into the encroaching space.

"HEY-Over HERE!"

"What the hell?" again.

She listened more intently- and there was something else in this room. Carla popped a needle out of its packaging at last, pushing air bubbles out of the body of the syringe and tapping the side to prepare it.

"There's no mechanism on the ceiling or floor! Maybe it's one of these glyphs on the wall!"

@starlightdive -> @ostentumm

"Oliver? Hey, Oliver!" It takes a moment for the walls closing in to even register to Lilli, so focused is she on the boy. A light shake, a hand on his wrist...

"No pulse." Her face pales, and she looks up at Ada. "He's..."

dead, is left unsaid. Part of her realizes that death isn't permanent in this place... as she's proven twice before. But the rules seem to change on a whim, and even if he will come back, she can't stand the sight of the kid like this. She should have been more careful...!

But Ada's words shake her from her stupor, and all at once, the gravity of their situation dawns on her.

Her first instinct is to brace herself, charging shoulder-first, heels digging in to the sand to try to slow the encroaching walls. Despite her strength, she gradually loses ground, inch by inch. Damn it!

"There's got to be some kind of shut-down mechanism! A button, a lever? Nobody would build something like this without a kill switch!"

@ostentumm

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Choice was one thing she prized over safety and the lack of it made her innards stew with a deep rooted grudge. The nerve of anyone, alive or dead, or any circumstance to take her choices away was inexcusable. Yet, they needed to proceed and they wouldn't be proceeding without her own participation in this charade. Ada pressed the same button on the machine dispenser, a fluid of the exact same type as Cahara's rolling into a small holding claw and clicking to a stop.

She broke the glass neck of ampoule and thought dryly about being a rat in a maze. Karma, indeed, had finally caught up to her.

With no further words, Ada tossed back the contents in a a quick shot.

And immediately, her eyes felt heavy. Her body stumbled into a hair's breadth of the sweet lingering touch of dreamless sleep.

"Ugh."

The aches began, as did her to the bone exhaustion.

And it was then that the noise of stone on stone echoed through the expansive space, and in the dark behind shelves and glass units, she heard the hisses and shrieks of monsters.

@mutedaggression -> @dishonoredknife

"So, uh, they were probably experimenting on people for this. Yeah?"

Cahara's voice takes on a nervous tone as he picks his way back to the machine with the ampules within, bending at the waist to peek into the little see-through bits he could get his eyes on. There were a bunch of colors of them, probably the different effects Daud had spoken of, and the press here message beside it drew his attention again.

Once Ada says they'll likely have to take them, he decides to throw most caution to the wind and presses the button. The machine makes a grinding noise that speaks of age on gears, before one of the vials is dispensed out.

It was a light pink color, sloshing in his grip as he lifts it to the faint light.

"Do we drink them or....does it say?"

He looks back over at them, tugging to adjust his gloves a bit before he wanders over, shaking the vial lightly to make the liquid bubble up. He was willing to be the first guinea pig for it once it was opened using the edge of the table.

It smells sickly sweet, like taffy left in the sun, and it tastes just as sugary when he tips it back, clinging to his teeth in a way that makes him pull a face.

"Eugh. Okay, the pink one's not great."

@dishonoredknife, @lanshiang

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"This place was used before it became a set piece."

Ada slotted herself beside Daud, sliding onto the table to sit and pull some of the leaves of the text block from the spine. She filed through experiment notes on aged vellum, the words shifting and forming to understandable language from the ancient ink. She didn't understand magic, yet, but it was there in front of her, so she read aloud. Schematics of bodies and research began to put themselves together on the page, ink swimming in place.

"Year one of trials into perpetuation of sustained life. Disease progression in subjects accentuates the effects of the serums. I have created the perfect test organism. for my serums."

She flipped an ancient page. Once again, the text swam into clarity on the yellowed surface.

"The inchoate flesh of these creatures must be plucked ripe when natal. They have grown and become aggressive, so I have placed them in stasis."

A page flip.

"They have become more unstable and require sedation."

A flip.

"They have escaped. I don't know what to do."

She heaved a sigh.

"There are experiments free in this lab. And to progress, we'll have to acquiesce to the serums. I suppose the experiment was for a philosopher's stone- immortal legacy."

She took the records to place in her bag and learn from later.

@mutedaggression -> @dishonoredknife

"Yeah, we're definitely underground." He couldn't smell it like she could, but he had a sense that something hung over their heads. A lot of something.

He poked at one of the hanging globes nearest him as they spread out into the room. Looking for records or some kind of chemicals, huh. The machine nearest the door seemed to contain multicolored little vials of something in single use ampules.

"You think those are something to mess with?"

He points their attention to them before turning to head around the perimeter of the laboratory, looking out for anything that might have once caught Enki's attention. Folders, books, etchings on tables and walls...

It catches his eye, then - a book haphazardly shoved into the nook of a table, with pages torn out and stuffed crookedly back into it at odd angles.

"Hey! Take a look at this."

He plucks it from its space, waving it over his head before tossing it over to a table closer to the other two.

"Nothing else over here, though, except some empty jars and broken glass."

@dishonoredknife, @lanshiang

[lanshiang]

Picture-winged Leaf Moth (Glanycus coendersi), family Thyrididae, Pahang, Malaysia

photograph by David Fischer