[ Julie doesn't have any clue how long she's been in this place. There's no sunrise or sunset, the shadows don't move with the planet's rotation. It's like she's stumbled into a painting, completely stagnant except for the fact that it's real. The only other thing in this whole scene is the blob, which hums at random intervals, at varying frequencies and levels of intensity.
But that doesn't keep her from feeling constantly intruded on. Like she's being followed or watched or something. She grows afraid something -- or many somethings -- are invading her conscious. She can feel them, like feeling people's energies flow through a room, in and out of the doors. Feels like they're in her home, like she knows that they're poking about in her closets but she can't seem to find them.
She doesn't know who they might be to give her these feelings. There's more than one, that she's sure of; she can feel the difference between whatever's doing this. Some of them feel foreign and dangerous, make her want to tear her skin off as their presence covers her like a slime. Others feel more comfortable, still somewhat alien, but almost warm and soothing in comparison.
Now is one of the comfortable ones. Curled up in her chair, she closes her eyes for a moment, letting this one settle over her like a weighted blanket. The blob hums quietly, the ground giving the slightest little tremble. ]
[ Unlike the other partiers, who sit in silence and watch Geralt with their ruined faces, their missing eyes, Steven seems to be as functional as ever. What that function is might be debatable, but he doesn't appear to be impacted by the corruption outside of his appearance.
The empty void that now comprises his face tilts slightly, the big eye in the center fixed on Geralt. It blinks (none of the other eyes blink). Where his voice comes from is indeterminable, but it sounds the same as it always does. ]
Hello, Geralt. [ As always, he immediately places a large mug of ale down on the bar between them. There are no plants nearby, but all the prepared fruit garnishes immediately begin to turn and rot in their containers. ] Julie hasn't been here in some time. I thought she might be coming, once, but then she never did.
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But that doesn't keep her from feeling constantly intruded on. Like she's being followed or watched or something. She grows afraid something -- or many somethings -- are invading her conscious. She can feel them, like feeling people's energies flow through a room, in and out of the doors. Feels like they're in her home, like she knows that they're poking about in her closets but she can't seem to find them.
She doesn't know who they might be to give her these feelings. There's more than one, that she's sure of; she can feel the difference between whatever's doing this. Some of them feel foreign and dangerous, make her want to tear her skin off as their presence covers her like a slime. Others feel more comfortable, still somewhat alien, but almost warm and soothing in comparison.
Now is one of the comfortable ones. Curled up in her chair, she closes her eyes for a moment, letting this one settle over her like a weighted blanket. The blob hums quietly, the ground giving the slightest little tremble. ]
[ Unlike the other partiers, who sit in silence and watch Geralt with their ruined faces, their missing eyes, Steven seems to be as functional as ever. What that function is might be debatable, but he doesn't appear to be impacted by the corruption outside of his appearance.
The empty void that now comprises his face tilts slightly, the big eye in the center fixed on Geralt. It blinks (none of the other eyes blink). Where his voice comes from is indeterminable, but it sounds the same as it always does. ]
Hello, Geralt. [ As always, he immediately places a large mug of ale down on the bar between them. There are no plants nearby, but all the prepared fruit garnishes immediately begin to turn and rot in their containers. ] Julie hasn't been here in some time. I thought she might be coming, once, but then she never did.