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Bloblings have begun hanging out in groups all around Terrea! They're calling them 'blobling initiatives', which sounds weirdly formal, but they're still a highly curious occurence... maybe you should check them out?
01/11/23 Hey there!
It's November now!
We've updated the Art Prompts and Writing Prompts with some new stuff for November! The SUPER PROMPT has returned - go check it out!
The mods are busy brewing up the droplets for your viewing pleasure. In the meantime, this month is a DIY Evolution Phase! Players will get to feature their own art in their blobling creations, and hire on-site artists to bring their vision to life.
Can you believe it's almost Christmas? Time is zooming too fast.
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Eela's eyes went wide. The blobs that were evaporating... were they alright? Would they survive? Or had they rendered themselves popped by trying to defy the rules? Didn't that sort of go against the quiz? No matter. Eela chose to believe that the bloblings were okay, since their burst skins did not remain. She would learn the truth at some point.
The swimming Themisfish caught her attention then. How many of these had she caught with her own hand? A slow smile spread over Eela's face. Gods, it was gorgeous in here.
She offered the touring pair a curtsy, some remnant of the old world that she found felt natural. It wasn't surprising that Reinala didn't remember her, and she had never met the other Godborn. Sure, it made some small part of her sad, but logic reigned.
"I'm Eela. I-- I've brought some Themisfish before. It's good to see you again." Could blobs blush, she would have in that moment. "And Dioscuri, thank you for your invitation! It's all so beautiful here..."
Post by Saint Judas on Sept 28, 2020 18:48:43 GMT -5
There was a clamor of noise, bloblings talking, shouting, fussing, complaining. Quinnsing was glad he had finished his test quickly and moved away from the main mass, his ears folding back, though his expression remained placid and only mildly annoyed, half lidded as snake-like pupils focused only on the few familiar figures and the new creation of Reinala's. Occasionally he flicked, catching a particular phrase or complaint, but many were bloblings shouting at the bots, who responded only in the same tone and phrase to every response.
More surprising was the amount who seemed to be failing the test. It had seemed a simple enough affair to Quinnsing, and one that was flawed at that, in a way that allowed far too much room to pass without actual 'good' intentions, as it seemed Reinala was attempting to find through virtue of the quiz. Perhaps he expected too much of others to assume they had the awareness to or experience to know what the godborn wanted though. It was hard to remember sometimes, just how new many bloblings were. That despite so many having been with him, many of the olders one were not here, and did not have interest anymore, or were perhaps busy otherwise. The world was growing larger, faster perhaps then could be contained.
Only time would tell.
At last the white and grey creation began to speak, Quinnsing nodded once, heeding it's directions as he sat before the creature, though not necessarily at the front of the crowd likely joining him in that action. It was too noisy for him to bother speaking, his expression disdainful and annoyed, but otherwise neutral.
It was impressive, but not surprising, to note a decided lack of any emotion from the grey and white creation, even in the midst of the growing confusion and anger from the masses. When the doors opened and the bots began to separate those who passed and those who did not, the demonstrations began. Quinnsing knew now it was hard, if not impossible, to truly kill a blob, so perhaps his reaction was far less shocked then that of others, but there was no shortage of alarm as bloblings began trying to storm past, sneak in, and fight the bots. Each was succinctly and quickly taken care of, with efficiency.
For a time, Quinnsing would watch, but he was not here for the spectacle, nor did he have the time or luxury to examine how the bots did their work or try to argue and reason with those who were too ignorant or naive to understand everything that had happened yet or what the quiz was. There would be a relieving amount of peace when at last, the doors closed, the sound shutting itself off all at once as the cacophony outside simply... vanished.
Following the others along the path, they would come at last to the two godborns in question, Dioscuri, whole for the moment, dripping and glorious in color beside the more demure and reluctant figure of Reinala. She was more evolved then Quinnsing last recalled her, a fox-like creature now with crystals growing from her earns and crystal-like hind hooves, but she was still quiet and methodical, with perfectly aligned scales. Her welcome was awkward, having to be helped along by Dioscuri, but it was to the point at least, with that rasping hiss still, her features unmoving and tranquil. Then Dioscuri turned to the bloblings, prompting them to introduce themselves as well.
Quinnsing cocked an ear, listening as he let others speak first, curious in part as well as he tried to commit features and names to memory. When most seemed to have gone, or there was a lull, he would add his in as well, a steady rumble of his strong and calm voice gave a simple and short introduction. "I am called Quinnsing. I have seen you before Reinala, though you likely do not know me, though I have not had the pleasure Dioscuri." There was more to be said perhaps, but not without overdrawing it, and nothing that likely would interest the godborn just yet. He would save his questions for later, to perhaps try to attract her attention through messaging or if a better chance arrived. There were some far more... enthusiastic and curious bloblings here, and he would listen for now, and speak later.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2020 18:48:59 GMT -5 by Saint Judas
Evrah calmed a bit at Kip's relaxed attitude towards the event, though was still wary of their surroundings. Enough so that when a particular blob bumped into Kip he had noticed. He didn't however comment as the blob shuffled away immediately ducking behind some other blobs. He'd keep an eye out for that one. Most of the remaining nerves drained from him at Kip's enthusiastic greeting and he kept his own simple and to the point. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, I am Evrah. Thank you for having us."
Serenity was still entirely and completely impressed with everything going on around her. The architecture, the flowing river with fish below them, the way the bots zo fluently moved to shield them. It was nothing she expected and she absolutely adored every bit of it. When introductions cam she looked up over the crowd and added her quiet voice to the chorus, "My name is Serenity. I am an order blob quite fond of all of this. It is absolutely fabulous."
Reinala recognizes Wigglesworth, Eela, Dionysus and Kip, and lifts a paw to give them a minute wave. She puts her paw back down swiftly, but sees Ghost's words on paper and gives them a special second greeting.
Dioscuri spots Avalora; the colours splashed all over her make it easy, and she gives a fond smile - particularly because it appears she's got a passenger. She paces back and forth quickly, as if trying to find a space in the crowd so she can cut in, but gives up and stands in place as soon as Reinala starts to speak.
"I was informed that some of you may be bringing offerings for Mother. I am aware you were promisssed a tour, but I believe it would be bessst if we were to visssit her Temple firssst so you won't have to have your armsss full for itsss entirety. Pleassse, follow me." Reinala shifts herself gracefully from a seated position to all fours, and then begins moving down the city's center-most path, between the building with several pillars and the round building. Even though her back legs are tipped with hooves, her feet don't produce even a single sound as she half-pads-half-clacks across the glass and towards the dome in the distance.
As you get closer to the dome in question, its details come into focus. While most of the other things in this area are completely blanketed in white, the dome has glassy, frosted lavender windows that allow only partial visibility into the temple. They're made of carefully crafted scales, each one placed meticulously on top of the next, and each and every scale is rounded off at the edge for maximum safety. And while the light sources in the sky are stationary, there are fragments of shimmering light within the glass that make you feel like they're in motion, even though they're siting there completely still.
Reinala leads you up to the double doors of the Temple, and with a single press of her front paw they swing open, revealing the innards. A downy, lilac carpet parts the evenly spaced seats, each one a cushioned bowl with layered pillows that resemble the scales of a snake - much like the windows. And while it seems like laying on tiny, silky pillows might be a slippery, lumpy experience, actually sitting in one of the chairs is divine. Every pillow succumbs to the sitter's weight as if it was made for them and re-fluffs itself when it's not in use, as if by magic... it might actually be worth paying a visit to the Temple just for the seating, but don't tell Reinala or Themis that.
If it's even possible, the floor in here looks even more shiny and more level than the floor outside, as if Reinala separated all the best parts of a rock and used only the shiniest, most optimal bits. This floor is the OP Cousin to the landscape outside, the One Punch Man of flooring.
Hanging from the space between each of the windows is a wall hanging, each one an elaborately constructed image of Themis doing something very simple painted in an almost comically grandiose manner. One is her standing there basically T-posing, but rays of light are shooting out around her, their cores standing out against the already white Goddess. Another is her closing her eyes, with a gradient of white to black behind her, as if the world ends when she sleeps.
A stage is at the back wall of the dome, and Reinala moves towards it, sits down at the base and looks up over the lip. There's a large tank of Themisfish that sits against the back wall, and she focuses on it as she begins to speak.
"Mother, I am unsssure if you wish to give thessse bloblingsss your attention at thisss moment, but they have brought you gifts."
She swirls around to face you and the rest of the bloblings who have accompanied you, her back straighter than it was when she was outside, her head held high. The jagged edges of her gemstones look almost intimidating against the watery backdrop, hundreds of Themisfish swirling behind her and occasionally making eye contact with you.
"You may now place your offeringsss upon the ssstage. If you have anything you wisssh to sssay to Mother, you may also communicate it when you leave your gift, though it isss up to her whether ssshe wissshes to ressspond."
Reinala pads slowly off to the side, allowing ample room for any gift-givers to traverse the path to the stage. Dioscuri slips in behind her, giving an encouraging wave to the bloblings that sits in stark contrast to Reinala's blank, stony expression.
You may now approach the stage and give Themis your gift.
Reinala remembered her! Eela's grin spread so wide that her cheeks rose and crinkled her eyes. It was just a small moment of recognition and a little wave, but it was enough to make temporarily Eela forget about the evaporated bloblings. She offered a little wave in return before her gaze drifted to the tank. Was she overwhelmed by the experience thus far, or were those Themisfish looking back at her?
The time came to offer their gifts, and Eela came up to the stage with something like confidence. Her hooves were less silent as she crossed the pristine floor. She knelt upon the stage and gently rested her glass planter on the floor.
"Thank you for seeking order in this world," she said. Her voice was soft. Public didn't seem like the proper place to address a god you had never properly spoken to before, but what choice did she have? This was Themis' temple in Reinala's city. What better place could there be? "Thank you for justice. And... forgiveness." Eela's brow furrowed.
Do you believe that Reinala, daughter of Themis, did something wrong? What? Please try again. I don't understand, what has she done? Please try again. I don't know. Pleas try again.
The lavender blobling rose to allow more room for the others. Giving her offering had made her feel strangely vulnerable. She shared another look with a Themisfish and offered it a smile.
Now Eela descended again to properly explore the temple. It was so grand, so large and, like everything else here, sparkling and pristine. Eela marveled first at the evenly-scaled windows in the ceiling. She came nearer the wall to get a closer look at the nearest tapestry. Had Reinala made these? Had she commissioned them? Had she...magicked them?
Eela knelt and put her hand into the fabric of the carpet. They nearly matched. What a strange feeling she had; as if she belonged here, alongside the worry that she knew nothing about this place to feel wholly safe. All was beautiful and spotless here... but was that realistic? Was that the world?
Please try again.
Worry did nobody any good. This tour could only reveal the city's secrets as they continued, and for now there were gifts to give. Eela wandered the room, inspecting, touching, no longer afraid that she may upset some mysterious being and put the whole group in danger. She made a point to not upend or rifle anything. It would be terrible to be the first blobling to muss the temple! She did touch, though, and wonder, and every so often dance a couple of steps with her dress swirling at her legs.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Sept 28, 2020 20:07:46 GMT -5
Stepping into the dome was a smack in the face. The floor hurt her eyes until they adjusted. At least it wasn't all one color. When Reinala addressed the stage, she almost sighed outloud with relief. 'Finally!' she thought. Vinum didn't want to carefully hold the cup in her hands any longer than she already did. At this point the cup might even be lukewarm, though, she didn't want to taste it infront of the crowd. 'Oh no', she thought, 'I didn'teven taste it.' Well, it was way too late now.
She boldly trotted up to the stage with her cup of Cyrill Star Orb tea. Gently placing it down, as the cup didn't have a bottom and had to be placed on its side like a gem, she spoke to the fish. "Nice to meet you for the first time, goddess Themis. Hope you enjoy this drink if you ever get the chance. It is made of the pink tinted Cyrill Star Orbs and... a bit of me to add a fresh sharp taste." It was kind of embarrassing speaking to a bunch of fish, but if stiff Reinala did so, then it was ok in her eyes. Hopefully her attempt at being polite worked, this entire time since teleporting she was trying to speak nicely. No harsh speech for her, save that for when you're not in a heavily guarded city with randos.
She backed away from the stage and sat on one of the pillows. Her eyes widened in great surprise. 'Oh my gods, this is the best seating I've ever used!' she thought. If only she had magical order powers or something to make these seats. 'Wonder if I can figure out how Reinala made these.' Vinum then spent the rest of her time staring daggers at the seating, trying to look at every detail.
Karis, for the first time of their visit, is now flustered. They had brought a gift for their gracious host: Presumably, this would be Reinala. But now, there is an altar before them. There is only one gift: but to whom takes precedence? The Host, or the Landlord? Its eyes spin in confusion.
Either way, when it comes here next, it shall return with not one gift, but Two: It has duly seen its mistake! Alas!
Tendrils flailing, it sets down the octahedron with uncertain balance. "Lady Themis! Pardon my clumsiness in manner! I will be sure to find a suitable offering, but you have me on the back foot! This gift, I leave to Reinala for their gracious effort in escorting. I shall pay my respects another time!"
Suitably chastised, it leaves the temple with haste, not willing to tread on hospitality that it has not paid for. They stand outside the door, waiting for the tour's next stop.
Everard's thoughts began to calm as he entered the single-file line. His vulkiln had existed before he had, so it should be fine without him for a little while. And after all, there was no use fretting over such things now. What could he do to change them? Instead, he tried to focus on what lay ahead. Watching the other bloblings be vaporized, poofed away just like that, was unnerving, to say the least. A shiver ran up Everard's spine, and he wanted very much to avert his eyes, but he forced himself to watch each one, holding his eyes in place with will alone. What would happen to them? Where would they go? He had heard murmurs earlier that death wasn't permanent, but would the godborns have the power to make it such? The walls of the White City shut, and all of it was gone. Somehow, that was almost worse. To be trapped with beings of such great power in a city where no one can hear you scream.. The godborns introduced themselves, and Everard bowed. The colorful one, or Dioscuri, as she had introduced herself to be, spoke in a less strict way than Everard had been expecting. "My name is Everard Pruitt. It's an honor to meet you." -------- Everard followed Reinala into the temple, along with the rest of the group. The place is lovely, and incredibly orderly. It is more perfect a place than could exist within any crevice of his imagination, as his mind would surely distort such wonderful evenness. The carpet was incredibly comfy. Everard could not help but feel as if they should not tread upon it, lest they disturb the neat patterning of it. He placed the metal fox upon the stage, wincing to see how imperfect the hastily constructed thing was, how asymmetrical compared to the perfection of the rest of the temple. When he speaks, he does not look at the Themisfish. Instead, he closes his eyes, head turned downwards. "My apologies for the imperfection of this item. I can only hope its sloppiness is not a displeasure." Everard steps over to the chairs, tentatively sitting down on one. He stays there only for a moment, before forcing himself to pull back up. The cushions are such wonderful comfort, and he is unworthy.
Well it was certainly strange offering the Themisfish to other Themisfish, but Ghost supposed that at least they would keep each other company. Ghost respectfully dips their head to the Themisfish. There is not much to say as Ghost had brought this gift for Reinala. Ghost had never met any of the gods of Terrea; not even Ichor, who was the most accessible of the gods in theory. Ghost assumes that Themis could probably hear their thoughts should they want to, however, and offers a respectful greeting before shuffling off to the side.
Samyo smiles. After all, it was nice to see the familiar face of his friend. Wigglesworth was as excitable as one could expect them to be to be in the White City. Samyo had no doubt that Wigglesworth was known by Reinala, which was confirmed by her small wave towards the blobling. It was, however, to his utter surprise to see that Wigglesworth, the model example of politeness and manners had forgotten to bring a gift. Samyo spent the walk to the temple of Themis worrying over his friend. Would they judge his friend for not bringing a gift? Of all bloblings that deserved to be loved by Themis and Reinala, Wigglesworth did.
Hesitating near the back and hiding behind his bouquet of cuteacups, Samyo voices this to his friend.
"Heeeey, Wiggles. Did you forget to bring a gift? I, errr, have something that belongs to you anyways, if you want to give it to Reinala. Uh, I mean, Themis?"
Before Samyo can dwell on his embarrassment any more, he pulls out his personal copy of "Mindful Manners for You and Me." He was telling the truth after all, the book was originally Wigglesworth, and although Samyo had dog-eared and made his own notes, it was still essentially Wigglesworth's original book. He was certain Reinala (Themis?) would greatly enjoy what his friend had written. On the other hand, Samyo was also certain his blush was going to become permanent. Samyo is again hit by a wave of embarrassment and quickly squeaks out, "Or-if-you-want-you-can-have-my-cuteacups."
Post by gigglecake on Sept 29, 2020 12:57:26 GMT -5
Wigglesworth's eye widened as they took in their surroundings, and there was quite a lot to take in. The city was a marvel of architecture - beautiful and orderly and well-structured. They felt quite pleased and a little flushed when Reinala waved at them. They waved with both one of their long ears and their stuffed animal-like arm. Still, as soon as Reinala's attention was away from them again, they began to fret.
The gift. What were they going to do?
They startled a little when they heard Samyo's voice next to them. They looked down at the copy of Mindful Manners for You and Me. Their eye widened again. It looked so lovingly read, too.
"My dear friend, you are sweeter than a purple poff." They patted Samyo affectionately on the arm.
"But I couldn't possibly take such a treasured possession from you nor your offering to Themis and leave you without! It would be quite unbecoming of me. Quite unbecoming indeed. I shall simply have to maintain a stiff upper lip and confess to my erroneous mistake. For it was not so much that I forgot that I accidentally said the key phrase before even finding an appropriate gift!"
Wigglesworth continued to pat Samyo's arm in a comforting fashion. "Do not fret, my friend. I'm sure it will all work out."
Of course, Wigglesworth waited patiently for their turn to present an offering to Themis. When they arrived at the stage, they bowed their head and removed their crown as if they were mourning a loss.
"Dearest goddess, I am not sure if you are listening, but I have sincere hope that you will forgive me of my mistake. It would seem when I received the message, I responded far too quickly and thus was unable to bring an appropriate gift to you. Please accept my apology."
They paused, then looked down at the crown they were holding. They looked up a moment, then glanced over at Reinala and the Themisfish. They glanced back at their crown.
"Ah. Dear goddess, forgive me if this seems pretentious or presumptuous, but you are quite humble in your manner of dress and your ways. I believe a crown would be rather fitting on you - much more so than I."
They placed their crown on the stage.
Bristol Benevolent also waited their turn. Patient. Quiet. Perhaps too quiet. For a place so well-lit, it almost seemed as if there was a dark shadow fallen over his eye stalks.
He approached the stage in an almost robotic fashion - one tentacle after the other. In his small arms, he carried a peculiar metallic object:
He gave a very low and polite bow to Reinala. Then, he carefully presented the item on the stage. Did it kind of seem like the metallic balls of the object might have represented bloblings? Could the rhythmic clacking of the balls be representative of predictability and order? Could the fact that the clacking was set in motion by the user be representative of-
The temple was a lovely sight to behold, bearing a quiet break away from the constant marble with scaly windows of lavender. It's interior was even more so, with such pristine, squeaky-clean flooring and soft luxurious seating that could make one melt.
As the pair waited for the crowd to ease up on stage, they noticed that their choice of offering was rather common. Many cuteacups were already placed on stage... but something was always better than nothing. With that thought in mind, they calmly laid down their bouquets, one of pink and one of white, whilst getting a closer look at some of the other more peculiar gifts.
"Thank you for keeping order, without you, and only chaos and life, I'm sure Terrea would be a very different place." Saphir spoke his piece calmly, as Moluse wandered about and watched the others.
One particular object caught her eye. A strange structure with multiple orbs acting like pendulums. It was held by a mint-tentacled blobling that had glowy appendages, stalks for eyes and a little blue shell on his head. Remembering his lack of introduction earlier, interesting gift and quiet demeanor, Moluse let her curiosity get the better of her as she approached the blobling.
"Hello there, what is that strange thing you offered to the goddess of Order?" She inquired gently with a flap of her ears, her shadowy antlers looking darker against the light lavender windows. gigglecake
Evrah quietly walked along beside Kip taking in the bright pristine surroundings and trying to suppress his amusement at Kip's enthusiasm lest he gets louder. His smirk still cropped up when the pup had the sense to quiet down as they entered the temple. Watching the first few blobs go up to the alter, awkwardly speak to the fish, and leave their gifts. He couldn’t help but wonder at the opportunity this was. Sure, they could speak to Themis any time through her DMs but here they could do something to at least partly earn her attention. Perhaps impress her… not that he believed there was any thing a blob could present that would be better than what the goddess or her offspring could craft themselves. Especially if this OP flooring was any indication.
Of course, even then what would he say to her? He no longer desired the same level of order that he had before and there was still no guarantee that the Goddess would acknowledge him. If she did he certainly would want to be sure it would be a positive interaction. So, asking for information seemed… presumptuous. Frowning a bit he considered the glass orb he carried and considered ever so briefly that if he couldn’t garner favor with this god it might be fairly easy to amuse another. All he’d have to do is ever so accidentally drop the orb on the alter and let it shatter.
Tempting as the thought was, he dismissed it and gave Kip a nudge and quietly asked, “Is there anything you’d say to her?”
Kip had continued to chatter the entire way to the temple, about anything and everything in regards to the city. Anyone in earshot would know that he thought everything being white was just a bit too boring, and that some colors would make the place pop (But like, it's Reinala's place, so whatever she wants to do with it). Or that the whole idea of teleportation was freaking sweet, and wondered why that sort of 'thing' wasn't possible anywhere else. What if blobs could teleport to anywhere, from anywhere? What if he didn't like someone and could teleport them into a tar pit, or off planet completely?
But even Kip stopped his rambling once they entered the temple, perhaps realizing it was the respectful thing to do. Once Reinala was finished speaking, his mind started to wander to what fun things he and Evrah could do on those plush seats, before the snakeblob nudged him out of it. Looking over, he nodded and hummed in acknowledgement, not sure what to say.
The pup thought about the only time he and Themis spoke: it was some numbers ago when she had helped create a private group for the Fools to talk in Friendzy. There was some drama between the fools at the time (and Eris jumped in to help instigate), and Kip had turned his anger on Themis. He remembered the searing white light in his mind as the goddess replied, and the scolding he got for turning his anger on someone who had done nothing wrong...and he decided that he'd deal with that headache again if he thought Themis really deserved getting called out.
"...Meh." Kip replied at length with a shrug. "Nothin' in particular. Maybe somethin' nonsensical if I thought I'd get a laugh outa someone. Like, I dunno, 'Purple Smuck Sand Mountain' or somethin'." With a smirk, the pup looked between the altar and Evrah, trying to see if the snakeblob was going anywhere in particular with this. "Why, do ya got somethin'?"
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2020 16:34:06 GMT -5 by zachrin
Dionysus could not help but be in awe of the temple. He wondered where the scales had come from. They were so perfect. When they got inside he saw Reinala move closer to a stage.
She mentioned that bloblings had brought gifts to give. He had been in the middle of the dessert when he had got the call and did not have any of his fine masks with him..... But he did have his jems. They were no where near perfect but he supposed Themis would be able to find some use for them.
He waited his turn and then walked up the steps and stood in front of the tank full of the Themis fish. He felt a little silly talking to these fish.
"Hi mam, I ah, want to thank you for.. um" Dionysus was having a hard time. He had never met Themis. "Um Thank you for this beautiful castle. " He finally managed to get out.
"I brought some gems. I hope you like them."
Dionysus quickly got down so the next blob could go next.
Draco was still thinking about those blobs that did not make it inside. And he kept thinking that at anytime someone would point him out and tell him he shouldn't be here and then he would get vaporized. He was suppose to be evil right? Every time he looked at him self in a still pond in the swamp. That's all he saw.
But when he had taken the test and the test said that Reinala thought that he was a good person. Something deep down inside him of him just twisted. Someone saw him as good.
When Reinala said something about a gift Draco panicked. He hadn't brought a gift. He didn't have anything. Well he did have something.
He looked down at his hand and the little pink gem that twinkled. He only had this little stone. He didn't want to give to Themis who he had never met. But there was one he wanted to thank.
He got up his courage and joined the line. He kept his eyes on Reinala and when he got up to the base he quickly left the line and gently placed the single pink gem on the ground in front of Reinala.
"Thank you" He said quietly, then fled back into the group of blobs either still waiting their turn or had just got done.