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🐾 Mister 🐶 Pom 🐾

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"It's Pom. Leave a message if you're feelin' it."

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@thorny, text.

[wanderment]

hey cool hair hows it holding up?

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Who is this?

[wanderment]

do you always ask such philosophical questions?

a note left at Pom's door

[stoplickingthedamnthing]

[A handwritten thank you note appears outside of Pom's door one afternoon.]

Dear Pom,

I hope that I'm leaving this note in front of the correct room! It smells I received a lovely anonymous gift recently, a handmade satchel of impressive quality. I believe this very kind gift was from you because, so I wanted to express my gratitude. It is a fine gift, and I am honored to receive it. Thank you ever so much.

Yours,
Gale

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[Well, that is a note at his door with a lot of words on it. Pom recognizes what he thinks is his name, and that's about it... for the words. What he also recognizes is the scent on it: another carnivore, one who smells like petrichor after a storm and the storm itself, like lightning before it strikes. He knows this scent because it's one he tracked himself - Gale.

Maybe this note is about the package he left for him. A thanks, or something indicating it wasn't appreciated. Hopefully the former - he supposes he'll find out next time they cross paths.]

a letter left at Pom's door

[stoplickingthedamnthing]

[At some point when Pom isn't around, someone leaves a letter. It's a few pages long, in neatly looping handwriting, and sealed with purple wax and impressed with a circle with tendrils coming out of it. Actually, upon closer inspection, the seal is made of melted plastic, because a wizard too poor for proper stationery will figure out how to make do.

The letter itself is primarily a very sincere apology for the incident in the kitchen, when Gale lost control of his Natural Soul, though it also thanks Pom for saving him from himself and promises to make it up to him somehow.]

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[Oh no. That is... a lot of words, spread across several pages. While Pom recognizes the scent on it (once he gets past the smell of whatever the seal is made of), he has no clue what it could be about. What happened in the kitchen, maybe? Or is Gale asking for a favor? Is he disclosing something important that Pom should know?

He has no idea, and can't fake it without one. Maybe he should find someone who can read it.]

video? file? un: sextus

[megatheorem]

[Palamedes has learned one very important thing with the Syntrofos: how to do very minor video editing. He's created something incredibly simple here, a sped-up timelapse video of what appears to be a vine wrapped around a tree, its leaves curling up and opening again a few times as the lighting changes throughout the day.

These vines are all around the science cabin, so like, he didn't necessarily sit and hold the Syntrofos in his hands for several hours. He just left it in the woods for an afternoon! Anyway, after that, the accompanying voice message:]

I thought you might find this interesting. Who knew the Syntrofos was this capable!

[voice]

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[Oh hey, it's Palamedes. Pom's friend Palamedes. Harrowhark's Valued Colleague, Palamedes. It takes him a second to call back, as he's transfixed by the video: he's only seen a few videos in his time here in Karteria, and never one sped up like this. Thankfully, the light changing as the sun moves hour by hour helps clue him in as to what's going on.]

Not me, though that's a helluva trick. What kind of vines are those?

call;

[opposed]

[ It's been a day with no word from Pom. No new marks outside so she can't ambush him to thank him for helping her. So she's going to try calling first (and go hunting for him if he doesn't pick up).

Ring ring... ]

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[He doesn't answer at first, but if Mel is quiet, she might be able to hear his phone ringing. The direction: upward, toward the roof.

He finally picks up.]

You alive?

@wizardofwaterdeep

[stoplickingthedamnthing]

Those golems under Kelesis. Do you think they were people once too? Like the plants down there and the plants at Patho-Gen. All of them people.

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[He's only heard about what's going on under Kelesis in passing, and the more he hears, the less he likes it.]

And if they were, how'd they get down there? Were they driven there by their Souls, or were they put there?

voice; @wizardofwaterdeep

[stoplickingthedamnthing]

Hello, Pom? Have you seen this strange text on the phones? The one about staying a night in Kelesis 'on the house'?

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Not yet. You looking to get out of town?

[viciousabyss]

[Delivered to Pom on Christmas day is a necklace, as well as a doodle-style picture he drew of Pom in shifted form. Eli is standing next to him, petting his nose, and there’s a small heart drawn in the air between them.]

Hey Mister 🐶 Pom,

Thought this would look sick on you. Merry holidays or whatever.

Your pal,
Eli

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[He's going to have to get Northly to read the note, but he gets who it's from when he sees the drawing. He might not like his Shifted form, but if he's honest with himself, he does like that Eli likes it. Funny how that is.

He'll be wearing that necklace from now on, tucked just under his outfit and close to his heart, where it belongs.]

late december.

[opposed]

[ Pom will get two packages that are obviously from Mel, if only because her initials are on them. The first is heavy, and looking inside will be a set of tanning tools and a new set of needles and thread. There are two cards in there for an IOU to two shops for various fabric if he might need it, paid off by Mel, so he needn't worry about cost.

The second package is smaller: within is a leather-bound bracelet, long, so it can easily stretch when shifting without snapping. There's a kind of pattern on the one side of reds and golds, like little beads of paint, after someone's carved something simple in it. But on the inside, down by where one would likely tie it off, is an engraving in gold of a wolf and a bird, looking like they're racing each other. ]

Your friendship is invaluable to me. I hope you never forget that.
~MM

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[In good news, he knows how to read just enough these days to recognize the initials, and even if he can't decipher the message itself, he understands it all the same as he runs his fingers over the engraving. The tools are appreciated; the needles and thread and cards both pleasant and pragmatic. But the bracelet, made with such care that he can wear it all the time, bearing an image of one of his better memories from this place? That's truly something special.

He'll be wearing that next time he sees Mel, and every other time from then on. He wouldn't part with it for the entire world.]

what is time.... eventually, during the winter, after imprinting tests (voice)

[wondrously]

Pom? Just checking in.

[ A pause. ]

Thanks for not letting Northly trash the lab.

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Yeah. She can be... real intense.

[As an intense individual himself, he says that apologetically.]

She's just protective is all.

Action

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((ooc: regarding))

[The nearest carnivora Verso knows — and knows his way around hunting and tracking to boot — is Pom. He hasn't seen the man since the alterations for his wings became a necessity, but he's inclined to think that concealing whatever it is this post was about is a worthy enough reason to drop by his garage.

Which is where he finds him, at a workbench next to—]

You have a nest?

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[Busy putting together a sewing machine, its pieces littering his workbench, Pom doesn't noticing Verso's arrival until he's addressed. He nearly swallows the screw he's holding between his lips, dropping it into a nearby cup to keep himself from doing so; his ears turn first, displacing the fluffy strands where they're hidden in his pompadour.]

Ain't a nest.

[It's a nest. It's literally a pile of leathers and furs with some colorful fabrics and a single, ruined shirt lining the outside, making a crude, rectangular bed; it has a divot in the center where his huge, Shifted form would fit perfectly. There are a few pillows and even a string of dried, long-wilted flowers gracing the structure, and a string of small, white lights hanging from the ceiling to mimic starlight. It is absolutely a nest.]

text; @wizardofwaterdeep

[stoplickingthedamnthing]

Are you coming home for dinner? We should talk.

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[He doesn't like that Gale feels the need to ask; it doesn't help that Pom is a little late, crunching on bone chips to stifle his worrying hunger.]

Yeah.

[Yeah, he's coming home or Yeah, they should talk, he doesn't say. Either way, he makes his way there.]

Sorry.