AsBloodTurnsEverCold

Mother is still waiting for people to join her in a game but f anyone wants to interact with her elsewhere thats possible too

Not a bad idea, with Ash having vanished again. Hope they're alright

Yeah Ash will give you the room but might as well make some friends while ya wait!

Should, just some work to be done to get everything set up once Ash can.

A gentle hum of a melody left the tall woman lips as she laid cards on the table. This lobby was immaculate she had to admit. Beautiful and simple, comforting even with the already comforting air of this solid afterlife. Why was she here? Did she had nowhere else to be? Perhaps her room. Perhaps the pool? Options abounded and yet she chose to return to the lobby and place her card down. Every single card carved of bone made a gentle click as she set them down and traced fingers along every crack and writing. Elements, ancient words that often meant so much and yet as little as she made them. She stared at the off-white surfaces of the card. It was amazing they held together with all they had been through. Were these really her cards? Or were they something else? She didn't know anymore and truthfully it hurt the silkworm to think about. Death was such a complicated subject, more complicated than the changing of nations...at least to her. How many people had she deceived with these cards? How many had she saved? Memories clung to the old bones just as she did. How sad.... She pursed her lips and picked them up again and with slender fingers began to shuffle them about one after the other and place them down again. Nothing....but of course. She was alone there. She did not need cards to read her own fortune, or more. She knew too much of herself. The truth was that...Mother's mind was racing and she desperately needed a distraction. She desperately needed to think of something different. She needed to play around. She was good at playing around, she was good at weaving, she was good at many a thing but she was never so good at not pondering. How that damn habit had led her here without those she knew....and with only thoughts. Her melody stopped for a moment before she began a new song and sung to herself while she began to play with her card to distract herself. Small games but what she really wanted was another person. She wanted to read them....or to fool them. She might have been dead but her habits sure wouldn't die! She just didn't want to focus on things at that moment but what she wanted to focus on so she just remained there by her lonesome. A silkworm with her cards. Now if she could....who would want to play a game? She was sure she could think of a nice reward if they did....or get one if they were unlucky.

I did put the idea of an OOC channel (along with some other ideas) forward through DM but I'll post here as well. OOC would be nice

And here she was...home. She looked at the door that bore her number and with a reassignment to her fate she inserted that beautiful key....and turned it. She opened the door slowly half expecting this all to have been a ruse and that she would opened herself up to a maze from which she would never escape. She was prepared. She had to be and yet as she stepped in what she found instead was....a room. A beautiful room that reminded her greatly of home. She stepped inside, heels clicking along the wood as she looked about this room of fine silks set up in a style she was used to. She closed the door behind her and stood there for a mother. Quiet...for a moment before the woman closed her eyes and traveled to the table in the middle and looked things over. She gently moved a tea cup and poured herself some water before she sat down "Well Meixiang. Here you are." she said. This hotel. This Diyu. Naraka. Hell or heaven? It was so difficult to tell but her spirit was...settling. She knew she was here because it was where she had gotten herself. She chuckled...if only her own mother could see this. She took a few moments to sip and relax before exploring the rest of the room. Bed, sitting room with Guzheng, old books she she quite enjoyed and often carried with her. Bathroom of course with make-up and perfumes all rare and unseen. The bath was another room with a seemingly endless pool built into the floor with petal. Products around it and a place to sit and speak and watch. A little area to prepare food too! It was all perfect. She ran her hands along the materials as she studied their craftsmanship. It was something she knew well. Good. Better than good truthfully. This place was something special from its head to its patrons. This was the after-life and it was where she'd be forever? Or perhaps it was a purgatory of its own. She did not know. She could accept her end but she did not know what lied beyond this. She searched again and beside the bed found a box of her favorite herbs for her pipe as well. She chuckled and picked up a few and sat down to pack the pipe as she pondered over things. The people she'd met and what they might be. A kitsune, a key part of this hotel it seemed and offering the people a treat in the form of herself. She was cute, but she was mysterious. How much did she know? The Man, Ayers, seemed a kind and respectful sort. Human? Well that appeared rare among the others but she knew nothing otherwise. British she believed? He didn't seem too ready to accept things as they were but she could tell he was a strong sort and learned most likely. The Wolf girl. Small. Cute. Mute. She clearly had lived a rough life with the scars upon her body but she didn't seem harmful at all. She just seemed frightened. Mother's words were not fault in the least but she was curious about her as well. How old was she? Where did she come from? A little mystery in an interestingly small frame. She could tell from her grip even while she was being careful that she was stronger than she looked. The Satyr seemed...innocent. Normal. Unaware, but it was clear she was young given her reaction to things though Mother might have been one of the oldest there and that was too plainly obvious. That was no problem. She was sure there was more to her too given how strong she looked too. She was sure she was a delightful sort, but self controlling? Well likely not. It was a curious collection so far but she didn't mind that. Her own cult had many within it so this myriad of men and women was...welcome. Calming in a way. She did hope to speak to them more and this was true. She wanted to do more even but that was her greed speaking as it always did. She finished packing her pipe and found a light in that same box. She lit it up and puffed a few time. It did not take long for the air around her to be filled with a sweet vanilla and ginger. She closed her eyes and relaxed. This was death huh..... Well while she was here she figured she may and well enjoy her time. They all had plenty. She'd take a deep breath and get up heading over to the box to pull out a deck of strange cards seemingly made of bone. She gently tied them to party of her dress before leaving her new home behind. It was time to explore!

Mother kept her eyes on the young girl as she tried to speak. She recognized the reflexive fear on her face first but Mother made no sudden movements instead keeping an inviting smile on her face. It did seem that the young girl had trouble speaking which begged the question where was she from that such a thing was not familiar to her. The gestures were familiar to her however. Mother retained her look of understanding "I see." she didn't want to pressure the girl more but it was something to keep in mind "No matter. Words aren't the wall that stops people from connecting. I think we'll be great friends Little Wolf. I'll even read your fortune later." holding out her hand for Miu if she wanted to take it in a friendly gesture although Mother would be unlikely to stop herself from placing a little kiss on it just for fun if she did. She was sure these beings, whoever they might all be, would make fascinating conversation but it seemed that so far? Only Mother understood the true nature of their new home at a first glance. It paid, poorly, to be connected with things like this as a matter of nature. She watched Ari attempt to calm her down too. An adorable endeavor. A fox and a wolf? A function of this hotel and a patron? Truthfully Mother wished to communicate with them both but for Ari there was another feeling. Miu she wondered if she even understood that pull the Fox was giving off. She appeared innocent, but Mother knew that in innocence there was often more. She could imagine more but those were...thoughts for a later time. She was a little surprised to see the cookie. Very truthfully. This place had so many surprises! She hoped her words or gestures would help calm Miu down as Ari confirmed her requests. A little blue-wisp moving forward with her treasured Pipe which she gently took in her hands, gently trailing the fire along as it faded harmlessly "Ah! Xièxiè Little Beauty you do know how to serve." returning a seductive wink to Ari as she placed the end of it gently between her lips. She didn't quite use this pipe for tobacco as one might expect. The importance of the item to her could not be overstated so she was overjoyed even if, of course, this was all illusion. It was better to pass with good things rather than bad yes? She felt at ease too and the already relaxed divinity appeared even more so. She did stand by a watch, mostly to make sure Miu was alright but the reactions of this new girl were quite funny. The taller woman kept her chuckle in her throats as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to take in more of Ari's scent. It was having that effect on her too but perhaps due to her age and nature she was having an easier time controlling herself. Ari wasn't the first like that that she'd ever met and Mother herself had, at times, packed her pipe with an exciting scent to fill a room when she needed to. It was, of course, another thing to excuse it so naturally. Ari was clearly made for this. Still.....youth was a wonderful thing wasn't it? She pulled the pipe from her lips and observed. She was a strong looking thing. Rougher in her apparel than most of the others. Miu's reaction seemed natural for a more bestial sort, and this one definitely was. A prey sort? Well...not a literal prey it seemed. Blacksmithing? It certainly seemed so from that outfit. Mother couldn't help but study and ponder all these beings. She was always so curious. It reminded her of how she used to travel. Ah....she'd miss that. A frown falling over her for a moment before she shook her head and smacked the pipe into her palm. "Sounds to me, dear girl, like you've got a proper invitation." she nodded to the new girl to put hr at ease. Her feelings were natural so why struggle against them. She looked to Miu and nodded and then to Ari "I will take my leave then." she said an began to walk away with her own confident and unbothered sway "I do look forward to getting to know all of you." as she waved.

A soft, gentle chuckle that spoke to a tiredness or an understanding "Ah yes, don't we all?" she smiled to Ayers gently as she turned to the little wolf behind them. Small. Cute. Scars? Messy hair. She smiled to her but she seemed more on edge and unsure than Ayers or herself. A soft exhale would leave the tall woman's lips and she would turn back to Ari who set about her duty with a clear goal and in doing so gave them a show. Ah, a seductress then? Mother quite liked that. Mother observed and she did notice the track of keys but she barely reacted. Perhaps it was her nature as a divine thing herself but she understood. This place this....Hotel California was it? It wasn't any place on Earth that she knew, but the realms beyond well? Those were enigmas even of themselves. It was said, though she had not been there yet, that Diyu was an endless maze with even more endless corridors. A punishment if ever there was one. If this was such a place then of course any who wandered through those doors would be expected. People died, and they did die a lot. The silkworm had seen millions fall in simple wars. She had woven tapestries in their honor once. She had created the garments for endless bones. Ah..... He was granted his key and it looked like her hunch was correct as it bore a style different from other keys. She smiled "Well of course Little Beauty." she said as if she were unbothered by knowing that she had been expected. When one died it was always the right time. It was cruel, but there was never a wrong time meet ones end. She waited for her own key and the fox would produce a key of beauty. A thing of finery that may lay in a chest of its own. Golden eyes lit up and she reached out...but moved just past the key and gently placed two fingers on the fox's wrist as she made mention of her desire to serve in tones the silkworm could understand. She gently walked them up and to the key "I expect my room will be quite comfortable on its own..." she reached forward, perhaps a bit presumptuous as she dragged her fingers over Ari's skin and to her chin. She leaned in close over the desk just a bit getting as close as Ari would allow, or play along with. "I do believe you'll make it even more comfortable for this lonely silkworm..." she whispered before she moved gracefully backwards and took the beautiful key, holding it along in her slender fingers as the younger women approached finally but no words? Mother studied her more....nervous? She waited until DING oh this was a busy place wasn't it? She looked over to the confused individual. Tough looking thing. More foreign to the Chinese creature than she cared to admit but here? She was bound to meet all sorts! She looked to the young woman and leaned down a little "I do not know if you speak Wild One." she said extending out a hand gently "But I do hope that we can be great friends." a genuine smile. Oddly so. She looked to Ayers as he spoke more. Pay. She chuckled again "I believe the bill has been paid...for all of us." she said under her breath but whether he understood that? She did not know. Death was more of a shock for mortals. He was mortal wasn't he? She did not know but that was her belief. She knew what she was doing last. She took a deep breath and returned upright and moved out of the way for the other two who seemed to be exchanging glances. She smiled gently at the scene. Her body language was relaxed. She waved her fingers at Ayers as he left "Zàijiàn Mister Ayers." she said. She turned to Ari "Ah before I make my leave I must ask....if there are things we desire such as small sentimental items will they be found in our rooms or do I need to ask you? I am afraid I have misplaced my treasured pipe and while you smell divine I would like those homely scents."

Now why are you here little worm? Flightless moth? She pondered as her eyes were drawn to the warm lights upon the ceiling. She gently pressed her hands on the seat under her. How many minutes? Hours? Eternities? Did time every have a meaning for her to reflect on? There were others but still she could not help but think first on the nature of things. Her lips, lightly touched with pink pursed every so slightly and then released before air passed through. This was not Diyu, but it was a form of Diyu was it not? A goddess, even a silkworm goddess, was not some fool. She knew that her life had been cut short. She let out a small chuckle...where had she been? Blinking the remnants of light from her eyes she looked down upon herself. Her personally woven silk clothing was untouched, the gaps in the ultrafine fabric giving way to revealing undergarments almost painted upon her skin. Small bits of rare, ancient jewelry resting upon her as well. Ah she was here as she was last? That felt assuring in some way. She had thought to perhaps be punished in the Mirror of Retribution for all she had done and yet....this place was pleasant? She slowly stood again and stretched upward revealing her tall form, a pale pillar of flesh and whatever else a goddess might be made of at least in mortal eyes. Blood was involved. She knew that much. She looked to the counter where a gentleman had began to speak to a fine lady with tails like clouds. Those golden eyes trailed the desk, and with eyes of gem she surmised that it was made of carved our of rare redwood. She, like whoever carved this desk, had eyes for finery! The whole place looked of quality as she was used to. This whole place did not scream hell but looks could be deceiving...she knew that much. She had thought to let the gentleman continue his conversation first but she felt compelled forward and so she would move forward, heels clicking along the floor as she approached and loomed over the two figures. She would lean forward over the desk gently, an arm pressing the fine fabric to her chest as she did so. Her well-tended snow white brain hanging over her shoulder. She looked over the two in a quick moment. The first was the gentleman. Aged. Aged well. A handsome figure. Shorter than herself, but she could tell he had taken care of himself. American? British? Ah it had always been somewhat difficult for her to tell in those days. His style was more refined...befitting the observation she had made before about being a gentleman at least in dress. Refinement. She wondered briefly what he did. And then to the young woman, or was she young? Meixiang was not quite young but not quite as old as her mother which was either a tragedy or a triumph. A kitsune. She knew many a kitsune in her time and she had...mixed meetings with such things. Her golden eyes trailed downward. An outfit not too dissimilar from her own, but the material was smoother and even closer to flesh. Her pallet of white and blue was fetching to say the least, but not more so than the cuteness that defined her. Curved the further down you went. It was difficult to place this one's time but those eyes? Gorgeous and captivating, but they clearly knew. It was easy to understand that she was not as young as Mother may have guessed on a glance. She had an alluring smell, cherry blossoms and want. She pondered for a moment longer if it was the young fox who wanted, or was it meant to make you want? Mother did always want. A gentle smile hung on Mother's face as she spoke "I do hope you don't mind if I make a request at the same time as yours good sir." a motherly voice, a subtly seductive tone painting every word as she tilted her head to them. She looked to Ari who she supposed tended the place. Expertly painted nails gently clicked on the wood "Little beauty, I will venture to ask for the finest room you think befits me. I would assume, for a place like this, you have some idea?" her accent was heavy but she did speak English fluently. She kept her words somewhat vague. She was making the request but she had a guess that much like her presence...such a thing was not entirely left up to chance? She was a mere worm, but a goddess too. Is this where the divine went where they died? She smiled "Meixiang. Mother. Mother Meixiang if you will." even in death she would refuse to use the name given to her in birth. She just kept her eyes upon the two.

Name: Mother Meixiang Age: 4474 Height: 7'5" [Human] 10'6" [Canshen] Weight: 260 Lbs [Human] Weightless [Canshen] Race: Canshen Abilities: Mystical Silk weaving - Meixiang is capable of creating her own divine silk, controlling its properties and using it for various practical and magical purposes such as weaving constructs, binding, repairing clothing, cocooning, making clothing and other items, suggestive control once connected, and communication with those wearing her silk. Silkworm Authority - Not that it matters but Meixiang does have some measure of control over actual silkworms due to her position. Fortune Telling - Meixiang has some level of divination abilities that are only displayed when she is fortune telling. While she can be accurate, it is a willing process only and any visions of the "future" may be in accurate once known....or she's lying. Transformation - Meixiang can take her True form. It should be noted her wings do not appear to work. Gender: Hermaphrodite Phallus Size(s): 10" W 6" G [Human] 12" W 7" G + 8 30' tendrils [Canshen] Phallus type: Human / Incandescent red, Smooth with strange markings, Pointed tips Semen type: Thick - Can impart eggs by choice Sexuality: Omnisexual Sexual Type: Dominant Bio: A wayward silkworm. A charlatan. Mother Meixiang had been unsatisfied with life under Cánmǔ and the cult that belonged to her and abandoned the name of her family to roam the Earth. She drifted from kingdom to kingdom, dying town to thriving state selling her own personal woven tapestries and fortunetelling. Life had been rather simple but not entirely easy until she learned how much of an easy life she could have selling lies to desperate kings and warlords. A foolish decision perhaps and one she had foretold many times to end in disaster. She chose, however, to ignore her own advice when offered gold beyond her once simple imagination. It took so little, but she began to walk the path of a liar to satisfy her own green. Rich beyond her measure she crawled though life happy...and when her lies would catch up with her? She'd vanish for a time until all those who knew of her name had died. Often, it didn't take long....such was the state of her home at the time. She did, occasionally, play the truthful sort but mostly to save her skin...because there was less money in truth and sentiment. How far had she fallen? She never pondered. She merely satisfied her urges and lived the life denied to her under the the Goddess of silk. Money. Women. Men. Food. She had it all. Weaving lies rather than simple and honest silk....such was the way of Meixiang. She even earned her own cult, other wayward people who would come to call her Mother and truthfully...she learned to care for them more than she had any right to. Perhaps it was that love and devotion that led to her downfall or so she says. Her love and devotion meant so little or everything when her debt came calling again with no way out. She paid for it dearly in such a way that she rarely speaks of it in...truthful ways. And then she ended up at the Hotel. A resting place? An eternal tomb? It didn't seem a bad place. She couldn't complain truthfully. Did she deserve it? Did she not? She knew the rest of her life was behind her, but there was something new for her to weave into her personal history. Whatever was a lonely silkworm to do?

Guilty, and I still cry when listening to the original ending song from Okami. Next person is has a favorite terrible movie they'll watch every constantly

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Star plot changed [The Fantastic World of Phantasms] moved down to Extended Plots. Replaced by [Pray in the Dark] Added plots to Pink Theater: - To Hoard a Dragon - Unruly Students - Breeding Adventure

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Guilty! Was a neat experience though not something I'd do habitually. Next poster is a bit of a Gearhead

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Guilty as hell but a new Keyboard will absolutely improve my music, I'm not lying to myself. Its cool though! I've been wanting it for awhile and adore the feel of the keys and knobs more than my previous one. Its less awkward. Next poster has a habit of buying things they don't actually use.

Guilty! Favorite Guitarist is Zachary Garren from Strawberry Girls Next Poster has a favorite Keyboardist

Not Guilty, I don't get anxious about it though I do prefer to stay on top of stuff if I can help it. Next poster plans the days they reply and plans the days they take a break.

Guilty. Got a whole crate of classics to appreciate too. Next poster still has a VHS player.

Not Guilty, I can fight but I'm a peaceful man. Next poster is instigated a fight.

Guilty, I have figures from Gundam (Solid figures and I am a veteran Gunpla builder), and PSO2 figures. I love collecting figures honestly. I do it for the anime, games, and comics. The next poster has anime stickers stuck all over at least one item.

Guilty. Not even a guilty pleasure either, I just find them charming and good for passing the time. Next poster wishes more game had romance options.