Miriam (
crystalrepose) wrote in
escordvi2026-01-15 11:25 pm
[Open] January thread container
Who: Miriam, others
Status: Open
Where: Outer islands, that spooky possibly haunted mansion, or wherever a plotted thread needs to be
What: A few MANTA quest threads and/or any other plotted threads contained therein
Warnings: N/A for now
I. MANTA—Can’t Let it Go
[The snow wasn’t letting up, even after the aid ships had docked at this island. It wasn’t getting worse, at least not yet. But there was no telling when it would, and ice locking the ship in would be a bit bothersome. There was little time to dally.
A few draft animals that had been led off the ships already; wagons and skids were still being put together, but they’d take some time. One such creature was a big steel blue horse, with a jagged blue crystal spike for a horn. He stood agreeably still while packs were loaded onto him, but did occasionally try to nip at a pocket when Miriam’s back was turned. Like now, when she glanced over at someone nearby.]
Headed inland too?
[Normally, Miriam wore her clothes a bit more comfortably loose to her crystal—this time they were bundled up close, the misshapen points almost sticking through the back of her coat unless she moved stiffly.]
II. MANTA—Good Boy
[Someone’s left the front door open. Just a little, but still.
The culprit hasn’t made it very far past the foyer; Miriam paced unevenly from one side of the room to the next, often squeezing her eyes shut or shaking her head as if there were cobwebs to be dismissed from it. What followed her, her shadow, was...strange; wolfish in shape, not always attendant at her heels—and moving independently from the lights that should be casting a shadow in the first place.]
This shouldn’t be hard, come on. [She muttered to herself. The wolf that had replaced her shadow grumbled at the same time, pawing at its forehead as Miriam rubbed the bridge of her nose.]
[Wildcard]
[For a different prompt or thread! My plotting post is here, or feel free to hit me up with something.]
Status: Open
Where: Outer islands, that spooky possibly haunted mansion, or wherever a plotted thread needs to be
What: A few MANTA quest threads and/or any other plotted threads contained therein
Warnings: N/A for now
I. MANTA—Can’t Let it Go
[The snow wasn’t letting up, even after the aid ships had docked at this island. It wasn’t getting worse, at least not yet. But there was no telling when it would, and ice locking the ship in would be a bit bothersome. There was little time to dally.
A few draft animals that had been led off the ships already; wagons and skids were still being put together, but they’d take some time. One such creature was a big steel blue horse, with a jagged blue crystal spike for a horn. He stood agreeably still while packs were loaded onto him, but did occasionally try to nip at a pocket when Miriam’s back was turned. Like now, when she glanced over at someone nearby.]
Headed inland too?
[Normally, Miriam wore her clothes a bit more comfortably loose to her crystal—this time they were bundled up close, the misshapen points almost sticking through the back of her coat unless she moved stiffly.]
II. MANTA—Good Boy
[Someone’s left the front door open. Just a little, but still.
The culprit hasn’t made it very far past the foyer; Miriam paced unevenly from one side of the room to the next, often squeezing her eyes shut or shaking her head as if there were cobwebs to be dismissed from it. What followed her, her shadow, was...strange; wolfish in shape, not always attendant at her heels—and moving independently from the lights that should be casting a shadow in the first place.]
This shouldn’t be hard, come on. [She muttered to herself. The wolf that had replaced her shadow grumbled at the same time, pawing at its forehead as Miriam rubbed the bridge of her nose.]
[Wildcard]
[For a different prompt or thread! My plotting post is here, or feel free to hit me up with something.]

manta ii
but she's just going to poke her head in and if it looks dangerous, she can always come back. right? right.
so when she steps inside the entrance, just to look around, she gasps in mild surprise to see someone familiar standing there, looking like she's trying to make a difficult decision. ]
Miriam? Hi, I didn't know anybody else would be here. [ but she's really concerned about the look on miriam's face. ] Are you okay?
Good Boy
Miriam..? Is everything okay?