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OOC// Re-reading some older posts, this blog is genuinely so cool. I love the writing and characterization so much omfg. Hope Mod Daedalus is doing well

HI THANK YOU ive been meaning to post a lil update on posts but i have been. dying badly. tldr, the hospitality industry is a layer of hell and general family health issues. im also trying to set up a lil backlog of Lore Posts tm so this isnt as much of an issue in the future. i prommy this blog isnt abandoned i WILL be back i just need to not be severely overworked first godbless.

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sorry for the holdup folks, its gonna be a little longer, daedalus is currently in job hell where i havent had a day off in. longer than i should have, but we're getting there and i WILL. write more things., when im not dying badly. thanks for your patience

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if yall could see my drafts....

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what are your opinons on Whole?

the three of them have been staring at the paper of a long while. it's quiet in the room, no one really wanting to be the one who breaks the silence. it's a hard question to answer, though not one they haven't thought about before. eventually, soul begins.

{i.... it's.... god, this is hard, okay.}

he runs his hands down his face.

{i guess.... so.... the thing is, whole is like... a state of being? i guess they're obviously a person as well, they're who we are when we aren't... like this. and... if one of us was the closest to that person, i guess it would be me, given.. so when this happens, and we split apart, they- heart and mind i mean- splinter off of be. i'm whats left behind. i'm kind of like... a vessel of a sort? or, host, i guess. i just. my thoughts are very complicated i guess, and lead into tangents. like... i dunno. it's hard to explain. whole is something we are collectively, the three of us, we make that one whole person, we're not supposed to be like this. it's strange to be like this, because it feels wrong, but there's no other way i really know how to be. there isn't really distinctions except like this...}

soul trails off, and shrugs, seemingly giving up on trying to elaborate further.

{i dunno. what do you two think?}

there's a brief pause, before mind speaks up.

[well, it's as you said, whole is a state of being. i suppose it's nice enough, given it's the way we're supposed to exist. though, i can't truly say i enjoy it more than being myself.] (it feels like somethings missing though) [if you'd let me finish. but... it can feel incomplete, yes. however, that's why soul aims us toward concord. it's the closest to being whole we can be while still being ourselves. as tenuous of an existence as being ourselves can be.] (being whole is a lot easier than being split. things work in tandem that aren't intended to work apart. but we also don't exist in the same way. it's like, a him or us type thing, but the 'him' is just all of us together. it's... a bit odd to think about for too long. i guess i like it well enough. i have a lot more issue with the splitting back apart. i think we all do. coming back together, that's the easy bit. splitting back apart is like hell) [ideally we'd become whole, and stay that way. obviously this hasn't been the case.]

soul has been picking at the chipped polish on his nails since he stopped talking.

{it would be nice, to stay that way. i think, one day, we will, we're become whole and it'll hold. maybe it'll be this time. for real. i think i.. we can handle it, just this one more. it'll be fine. it's fine.}

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🔮

mind and heart sit on the couch sorting through the mail. in the background soul is cooking some sort of dinner for the three of them. the front door is open to just the screen, letting in the cooling evening breeze. upon opening this envelope, heart snorts and holds it up.

(we got sent a printed out emoji.) [does it mean something?] (i don't know. maybe? i think we should put it on the fridge, its funny)

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daedaluuuuuuuuuuuusss!!!!!!!!

i wanna cause traumaaaaaaaaa!!

do you have a love interest in this interp and if so what’s their name? :]

-@circles-n-spirals-alike

okay hiiii sorry this took so long, i have been being killed badly by capitalism. anyways! i dont personally have a love interest for this version of things, theres some reasons for that, but mostly cause even if i did have one they likely wouldnt ever be relevant to the things i plan on doing. that said, it is a fun thing to play with. i think if i did have one id probably name them penelope, as a nod to my greek branding and a silly reference to thing ill probably never do. the secret lore if you will.

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why is soul red

[oh this again] {again?} [i was asked why i was blue and when i didn't answer them they asked why heart was purple. but they specifically asked me this] {why?} [to quote my past self, i am constantly tormented by the powers that be] {so am i you're not special} [rude. well you try and explain it then] {well, okay, that's easy. i don't have to be red at all, its just the color i have and i like it. i could be like, yellow if i wanted, mind could be green or something. heart could be red instead of me. we just have colors and like them, there's no reason to really change things around from how they've always been}

soul shrugs

{alternatively, i'm red because why the fuck not?}

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Hi yes. What is everyone's favorite animal, snack, and/or drink? Definitely not collecting this data for future ref...

[of course not, i'm sure we won't be finding any more impossible packages in the mail after this] (isn't like, all of our mail technically impossible?) [yes] (well okay then. hmmmm. i like rats and mice. they're cute, and rats are actually pretty clean and smart.) [i'm fond of cats personally.] (soul what's your favorite?)

a started sound from the kitchen as soul drops the dish he was washing into the sink

{shit! um... i like mourning doves. they're real sweet looking things.} [and the other two questions?] {what were they?} [favorite snack and drink] {oh, hm. i dunno, i go through phases of liking different things for a while. right now i'm on specifically the green tea monsters, those are really good. snack wise um. i dunno, whatevers easiest usually. last night i was hungry and i got up and ate like 3 slices of bread and a handful of ham cause i didn't wanna actually make a sandwich} (oh i do that sometimes. 3 am shredded cheese hits different) [why are you two like this] {man i wish i knew}

the sound of washing dished resumes and heart hums.

(okay, well, i like tea, chai and earl grey are both good but green tea is also up there. i don't really like most savory snacks like crackers and stuff, but like, those little debbie fudge things are great. snack cakes in general. they're easy and good and i can grab like 4 and be set for a while) [i eat actual food, thanks. and i like coffee] (boring)

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mr mind can you solve captchas?

-@circles-n-spirals-alike

[i don't see why i wouldn't be able to? those are designed to prevent spam online mostly. i'm mechanical, not a spambot.] (you should send him one, i wanna laugh when he cant select all the pictures containing a bus)

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Do you understand Mechanical Hands are the Ruler of everything?

paper ripping, and a crinkle as its silently handed to mind. soul pinches the bridge of his nose preemptively given the smug grin that paints mind's face after reading it. and the annoyed look from heart as they read over his shoulder.

[see-] {don't} (i-) {don't}

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What are your favorite TallyHall / TallyHall related albums?

another envelope from the pile

{ohhh. is it a cop out to say marvins marvelous mechanical museum?} (yes. i like good and evil, its fun) [it's not a cop out, but it is the expected answer.] (you say that like we don't know hawaii part ii is your favorite cause it has the mind electric on it) [that is not the only reason.] (but it is a reason!!) {moving on!}

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mr mind! do you like riddles/puzzles? if you do i would like to give you a couple :]

-@circles-n-spirals-alike

the next envelope is ripped open, read, and handed off to mind.

[i do like puzzles and riddles, yes. i'm fairly decent at codes and such as well. they're an engaging challenge.]

the envelope is added to the read pile

[feel free to send a few if you'd like]

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okay here's an interesting question

tattoos or piercings? or both? orrr neither?

aaand where would you get one if you wanted one?

the three of them are settled on the couch together with a pile of mail in front of them. the window is open, letting in a warm breeze.

{okay, uh, sorry for the delays yall, i have no good explanation but we're gonna try and get through the backlog for you.}

soul leans forward and grabs the bottom most envelope from the pile

{gonna try and go oldest to newest?} [makes sense]

the rip and crinkle of paper.

{oh, hm.} (oooh, thats a fun one. i think theyd be cool but idk what id like, even get. i mean, i think we all have our ears pierced? but none of us like, really wear earrings. and settling on a design would be hard for a tattoo...) [if i was going to pick one or the other it would be piercings, but i don't have strong opinions on either to be honest.] (i think we talked about this once actually, didnt you say you thought snakebites would be cool?) [yes, but they also seem inconvenient.] (it would look pretty cool though. if it didn't sound like a giant bitch to heal and like, exist with i think industrials look sick, but like, way too much work for a piercing i think.) {man... i dunno, i havent thought about it? changing how i look like thats never really been like, a priority.}

soul shrugs and sets the envelope onto the coffee table.

{i do like hair dye though...}

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it's fucking freezing. the joys of spring, some nights its so warm you you can sit in shorts and a tshirt and the breeze is lovely and welcome, and some nights there's frost forming on the grass and you wonder if it'll ever be warm again. and tonight its freezing. it seeps in through the windowpanes, the cracks around the door, making the air sharp and cold in the house.

soul sits on the kitchen floor and shivers. he's been cooped up in his room for a while, and there's a little pile of mail on the kitchen counter to prove it right next to the sink now full of dirty dishes he's finally taken out of his room.

mind and heart are both asleep, its easily 1 am at this point. or, well, correction, mind is asleep, heart is probably still up playing games or something in bed. either way, it's quiet in the house. dark. there's a little bit of dim, golden light from a streetlight shining through the blinds, and a little more from the light above the stove. it only serves to make the rest of the house seem darker by comparison, like something looming in the night.

it is something looming, really, with the way it shifts and changes. sometimes the floor under his hands is shitty linoleum, sometimes it's wood, or tile. right now, it's the first, pale and cool to the touch. soul's sitting with his back to the refrigerator staring at nothing. it's so quiet he can hear the fridge humming. it's peaceful, in the most oppressive way possible.

he doesn't... there's not a reason he feels bad, exactly. besides the obvious, the horrible sinking dread of knowing whats to come and knowing there's little to be done about it. sure, they can prolong the inevitable but that only ever makes it worse when it finally comes to be. but this, he thinks, is something else and he just can't pinpoint what. his mouth tastes like iron from where he's been gnawing on the inside of his cheek without thinking. he just... feels bad. he always kind of does, actually, so maybe it's less of a 'why am i feeling this way' and more of a 'why am i noticing it now?'

slowly, he shifts his position from leaning back to leaning forward, head in hands, fingers lacing through curls.

god. how is he supposed to do this again? a hollow shell of a person borrowing someone else's face, trying his best to keep shit together. an endless cycle. they're never escaping this are they? they're going to keep ending up back in this godforsaken house forever. they're going to splinter apart again and again until they're so shattered there's no chance of ever coming back together again. maybe that'd be better. at least then there's no crushed hopes when they end up here again. no lying when he says this is the last time, they just have to do it this one last time.

a creak in the hallway brings his back to the present.

he swallows around the lump in his throat, lets out a breath, and sits up again, looking around the dark kitchen. heart stands in the doorway, half wrapped in a blanket that's dragging on the floor. the hallway seems to reach out forever behind them. they share a quiet look, and soul stands, dusting himself off, trying to look more put together than he feels.

(here. you look cold)

heart steps over, bare feet quiet on the linoleum. the blanket is draped around soul's shoulders. it's soft, and warm, and smells faintly like the detergent they use.

{..thanks} ('s no problem. you wanna talk about it or..?) {... no. no, i'm alright. i'm gonna get to bed. we can get through that mail tomorrow.. maybe..}

soul glances back at the pile with a slight grimace. they're waiting to answer it so he can be around too, and he's hiding away. it's not exactly new behavior, him isolating and them trying to quietly include him, but it still makes him feel a little guilty.

(if you're up to it, i think half the piles for mind anyways, so.)

heart shrugs.

(keep the blanket, i have like 4 more on my bed anyways. sleep well, alright?)

soul slips around him into the hallway, and heart steps into the kitchen proper to make a snack. the floorboards squeak under his feet as he makes his way to his room, stepping in and shutting the door quietly behind him. he wraps the blanket more securely around his shoulders as he sits on the edge of the bed. he doesn't really feel any better about it all but he's not cold anymore. it's something at least.

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im very dumb none of that makes sense to me . i'll never look at a potato the same way

[you know what. thats fine. as long as you don't try and plug things into a potato, i've done my job.]

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ooc. hi daedalus

r you chill with like...oc type shit? I may or may not have a CCCC oc and I Really Like Her and wanna use her more often and you need more traffic it seems

helloo, sorry i was out and about touching grass for the weekend, twas sorely needed. im cool if you wanna send asks as her! but i do have like, a story to tell, so like, don't expect plot integration? i do have a story im tellin and i dont mind if it takes a while to get there. but, yknow, have fun with it, i like seeing peoples ocs

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