[ SECRET POST #2751 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2751 ⌋

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Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 043 secrets from Secret Submission Post #393.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ], [ 1 - tar fields, I assume. No more linking after this. If you want to play a character, do it in the Games thread or a roleplay community, please ].
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Re: Tar fields AU roleplay thread

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, the squid. I haven't seen them in some time. Nor have I seen a kraken. That would shake things up, certainly.

The crabs, however -- goodness me, the crabs! They fall here still, on the outskirts of the Capital. It is the time of the great migration, when the fliers drag themselves out of the mud pits and fill the skies with their wailing. In their wake, they leave the crabs, dismissed and dropped from their talons. It's good for the crustaceans, I suppose, in that they won't be eaten, but it is not so good for us, who wind up with them in our hair and clothes.

I now wait for this time to pass and hold my breath for that terrible moment when the tar shall give way to sea salt and the roads shall be flushed with jellies. For weeks we shall have to wear thick rubber boots lest we be stung, and I hate it so. My toes shrivel; the skin of my feet and calves turn white, even as the rest of my body grows tan. Is there nothing that can be done? I long to wear the sandals worn by those abroad, to experience the summer months as they were meant to be.

But there is naught that can be done. I take solace only in the knowledge that once the jellies have baked and cracked and died, there will be left behind the sweetest of morsels. The confectionery shops shall take the savory bits and transform them into candies and cakes, and we shall all have our fill during the eider month, even as we navigate the fowl and feathers.

Location: Spud Hut; Feeling: Burning

[(Anonymous)]

It is so hot here you can wear sandals almost year round! The only time I wouldn't recommend it is during the crawling, as the scrabblers might take a toe or two off if you are without your protective footwear.

I admit, I am envious of the falling marine life you experience in and around the Capital. Aside from the occasional rain storm or gelluge (my favorite type of storm as the gelatinous material makes a great glue to bolster the supports of my hut), the only thing that falls from our sky out here in the farm wastes is ashes during the burning.