Un: velvet | video

[gotbadblood]

[Look everyone, it's everyone's local favorite cannibal. Despite her being relatively quiet on the network, she very much hasn't left. And she'll be addressing the network in her regular cold tone and intense glare. It seems since last she addressed the network (by threatening to eat people), she has gained a pair of large black feathery wings. Great! ]

I need ideas for new recipes to make. If you don't have the recipe, the name of the dish would work fine.

Preferably meat-based ones that can easily be adapted for a variety of different meats.

That's all.

[She ends the feed, offering no elaboration]

Secrets I kept from my teacher

[a_cute_batata]

WHO: Luz Noceda and Eda
WHERE: Eda's home
WHEN: Backdate to April 8th.
WHAT: Luz is distraught about her recent fight and the damage to Owlbert. Confession time!
WARNINGS: Depression and Luz just feeling miserable.

( Man, if I thought I felt bad LAST month... )

text; un: nocturnalguidance

[prophexy]

WHO: Urianger and anyone
WHERE: Libra app!
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Advertising his store and trying to get a handle on a new social media
WARNINGS: none!

[There's a lot going on inside this app that downloaded itself to Urianger's phone a couple days ago, and he doesn't entirely understand the things he's reading about in the other posts. Everyone else seems to already know what's going on before he does, as usual. But these are apparently other people who live in Kaisou, and for a small business owner, there is one sure way to break the ice and make a start: advertising.]

Greetings, fellow residents! I have recently found myself connected to this new application, and while I fear there is much I have yet to grasp of its full purpose, 'tis true nonetheless that there is no time like the present to reach out and make an entrance into the social sphere.

My name is Urianger Augurelt, and I am the owner and sole proprietor of a shop named Synastry. Some of thee may indeed already be familiar with the locale within the business district.

[Here he adds an address, a picture of the storefront, and a few more pictures from inside the shop: gleaming crystals, candles, charms and tarot cards, bookshelves well-stocked with the same sort of basic knowledge found in any such shop in any city.

The last picture appears to be of the cash register and the displays beside it, but it also contains, off to the side as if by coincidence, a locked door painted with mysterious 'decorative' sigils: those sufficiently familiar with magic will recognize these as being functional wards. This isn't just a crystals-and-woo shop.]

I carry a selection of metaphysical goods and gifts, and offer tarot readings by appointment as well. It is my dearest hope that some of thee may find these items of interest, and become new clientele.