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Bex was just looking for a normal lunch, with normal food. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be particularly likely now. She stands outside her current office, looking at the various repulsive food trucks that line the streets and parking spaces. Buns and dolls alike flood the area, and she’s sure the scene is similar in many other parking spaces across Burrowgatory. The ‘food cravings’ trend had gotten far too large for Bex’s liking. What was wrong with fulfilling those cra...

Meridian set the empty watering can in the shed and brushed the soil off of his clothes. He had come up to water the ambrosia he was tending too, and things seemed to be going well. The sprouts had begun to exponentially shoot up, though there was no budding or flowering yet. Another ten or so days to wait to water them, it seems. He begins to head out of the Embassy, passing by the desk where Primrose typically resides. “Meridian! I have a task for you,” the cherubun calls out jus...

“This water is specially purified by the clouds of the Embassy itself,” Primrose explains, waving a hand to a small watering can placed on the shelf in front of him. “It is pure dew, and the only thing delicate enough to properly feed our ambrosia with. The water from down in Burrowgatory is too hard, and will simply wash away any chance at life the buds may have. Ambrosia is not something that can be grown by just anyone.” ...

Vytal walked into eir and Meridian’s shared apartment near the start of March to almost every single pillow in the house on the floor. All the couches had been pushed back to the sides of the room and stripped bare of their cushions as well. The pillows were not just thrown haphazardly, of course, but arranged in an intricate circle in the direct middle of their living room. Draped in seemingly specific places were all of the blankets, making lines between whatever 24 point star Meridian se...

It’s baby season, apparently. Vytal was not aware of that as ey reported to the Church this morning, planning on playing the organ for the service. Ey wore eir best suit, as ey always do, and showed up bright and early. It stands out sharply now, standing in the entrance and staring out at the many people who are scrambling around in nun habits. They’re flowing in and out of the Bunnery, a general sense of frantic-ness to all the movements. Vytal moves further forward into the Chur...

Vytal has managed to find work consistently within the Church after eir first gig with them. Church sermons are accompanied oh-so-nicely with eir own organ playing, and (mysteriously) it seems that all of the other candidates have found themselves either on the outs with the Church or busy with other matters (for now, at least). A few favorable interactions with Oleander also seemed to help smooth things quite nicely, though Vytal was beginning to find the bun a bit simple. Indulgences in vic...

Meridian had been diligently attending to the ambrosia that he and Dove had planted a few weeks back. It was a slow process, of course, and it took a good bit of time in the Heavenly Embassy. Dove didn’t join him for more visits, and he didn’t tend to ask them. Mostly because he didn’t want to impose the time sink for the lovely ambrosia onto them as well, when it was already taking of his own time. He would go up, listen to the extensive advice from the cherubun at the entrance, Primro...

When Meridian heard about ambrosia, he was immediately deeply interested. A variety of elixirs, grown and harvested in an Embassy from practically another plane… well, that was almost exactly up Meridian’s alley. His basic research provided very little in terms of actual knowledge of the arcane and physical properties of the elixir, but that did nothing but heighten his curiosity. Luckily enough for him, he had a friend that was much more knowledgeable of things from up above. He b...

Meridian walks past the closed door towards the kitchen with purpose, as he does every morning. It’s one of his days off, so the plan was to cook up a filling breakfast and study some runic tomes for fun. However, as he’s rounding the corner through the living room, he hears some sort of groan of distress behind the locked door. He tilts his head and approaches. “Vytal? Has some foul beast found your resting pla...

Matentines was a splendid holiday. A holiday of physical bonds and ensuring temporary or permanent alliances. Meridian enjoyed it, though he had not yet found any permanent partners for his journey just yet. He knew it was not long til fate brought the perfect one to him though, it was just about working to be in perfect state to welcome them into his life. And while he was waiting, it was no great evil to put good naturedness into the world. ...

Chanel gracefully approaches the façade of the restaurant where she is set to meet her supposed blind date. This situation reached her through a couple of stray fliers, advertising the Church of Sulfur's matching service, and she'd just gotten her heart broken, so what's the harm in trying something new to divert her from her misery? The suggestion to rendezvous at such a fancy venue might not have been the most prac...

Meridian awoke one day to find a strange beast had taken residence in his closet. With swirling ribbons and an affinity for nesting among his runed clothing, Balthazar the Ribbow had become a quick part of his day to day life. He quickly contacted a master of imps, Hutch, and learned the basics of care. If a wise beast like Balthazar had decided to make it’s home with him, Meridian was not one to turn down that sort of gift. However, Hutch only supplied the ba...