ibalsamina: (And oh friends)
Lusamine ([personal profile] ibalsamina) wrote in [community profile] bottlebay2025-06-02 12:59 pm

Video;

[The Grumpearl projects an image: a long-furred Yungoos seated primly on a wooden Canopy platform. Her grin is restrained, showing only a sliver of her sharp fangs, and her surroundings are awash with color: the greens of lush foliage and the vibrant blossoms of various flowers, both growing naturally in the trees and collected for display around the edges of the platform.]

Hello, everyone. I hope you are all faring well, in spite of the extraordinary circumstances. I am still familiarizing myself with this "Grumpearl" device, so I also hope you can forgive me for any technical difficulties that may arise.

[Observing her in this moment, it's hard to imagine that there even could be any such technical difficulties. She is perfectly framed and her thoughts are silent—almost eerily so. Try as she might to make it all seem effortless, it seems she is trying very hard, in fact, to keep them focused and to herself. Not a single stray thought allowed.]

My name is Lusamine Mendel, and I was very recently recruited into the Cheri Guild. Although I am still new to this world, I intend to do everything I can to be of assistance to you all. If there is ever anything I might be able to help you with, please do not hesitate to ask.

[The dark green gem fastened around her neck gleams as she tilts her head.]

Now, I have a simple question for recent arrivals and longtime residents of Bottlecap Bay alike, if you wouldn't mind indulging me. What is the last thing you recall happening before you were transported into this world?
friendlyflower: (lookaway)

[personal profile] friendlyflower 2025-06-17 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Great, she's still here. And now they've ventured back into something else he doesn't want to talk about.]

... It wasn't mine, but someone had to watch over those flowers. Everyone else left them behind... Guess I also did, now.

[He doesn't look Lusamine in the eye.]

They're probably dead. Too bad, so sad. The person who really wanted them is long gone, anyway. Good riddance. [He spits out his words with a malice that he clearly hasn't thought through. He winces at the last part especially, but doesn't try to take it back.] ... Nothing lasts forever. Flowers, friends, family. It's all made-up. Anyone who gets too attached is an idiot.

[Maybe that will prevent her from smothering him... or maybe she's about to hit him with an Ice Fang and shut him up. At least she'll probably make it quick.]