cracksmostly: (Meep)
Merrill hadn't been plagued by too many nightmares of her own, luckily. But by this point in the weekend, with everyone else's emotions constantly nagging at her consciousness, she was feeling a little bit worn down.

Not so much so that she wasn't willing to run down into town when she heard the call for help, though.

She was hurrying off of the school grounds -- not getting as lost as she usually did, but then she didn't usually have this much of a clear purpose -- when a message appeared on the wall just outside the gates and caught her attention.

It was my risk to take! I never asked her to do this for me!


"What -- I don't understand." She shook her head and hurried down the road, only to find another message scrawled across the pavement in front of her.

Why? What have you decided to see?
Sometimes it's hard to tell. Cracks, mostly.


Creators only knew why, but that sent a chill down her spine. Swallowing hard, she continued on her way, pausing every so often to cast a spell at an attacking creature.

[OOC: Literally just an excuse to reference the quote her username is from, but open if you don't mind mega-SP.]
cracksmostly: (Meep)
One moment this particular section of the preserve was empty; the next, a young elven girl with a staff slung across her back and a lost expression on her face was stepping out from between two trees.

"Creators, I wasn't quite expecting that!"

It had all happened so quickly, but in another sense it had been a long time coming. )

Merrill had no idea how she was supposed to find her way to this "Fandom High" (what a funny name) place from here, but there was hardly anyone around to ask. Besides, even if there had been, she wouldn't have been inclined to ask them for directions. She could just start walking, couldn't she? She'd find her way out eventually.

[OOC: For one! Merrill will be showing up at the picnic in a bit.]

Voicemail

Aug. 25th, 2015 01:40 pm
cracksmostly: (Flailing)
-- get this Blighted thing to work? Oh! I don't hear a tone. Is it on? I think it's on.

Hello! I'm Merrill. They tell me I'm supposed to talk into this thing, and people can leave messages for me here? I'm not sure how that works, but it'd be so nice if you did!

There! I've said it. Now I have to figure out how to stop this . . . Creators, how am I going to remember how to get to my messages if --
cracksmostly: (Long Shot)
When exactly, I ask you, did I end up with a full stable of characters again? Anyway, I’ve got a new one so this infopost is guaranteed at least 20% not gratuitous.

Merrill: The Most Adorable Not-Yet-Blood Mage )

On to quick, at least partially copypasta, bullet point recaps (and maybe a gif or two) for the rest of my girls:

Tali: The Quarian Cinnamon Roll With a Shotgun )

Cosette: More of a Lark than a Dove )

Éponine: An Osprey Born to be a Dove )

Tahiri Veila: Now Available in Teacher Form )

There's also Kennedy ([livejournal.com profile] brat_inslayage), who is the only one of mine (!!!) not on island and thus not appearing in this infopost.

And finally, me. The person who seems to have acquired an entire set of girls who spent a lot of their childhoods socially isolated in some way or another and are all prone to babbling. What.  How does this happen.

The Player: A Glutton for Canon Punishment, Apparently )
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