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WHO: Ghilley and you! featuring the Meropide GC
WHERE: Libra and the Fortress of Meropide, mostly
WHEN: after Jumanji bullshit winds down and away
WHAT: sometimes you are a small, small twink and you're doing your best but you post things in the wrong spot and then you get bullied by Christianity in general as penance?
WARNINGS: god I hope not?

one. on the Libra network; un: DOINK!!!
[ you ever misfire a whole poll because you have catastrophically, apocalyptically fucked up? ]

IMPORTANT POLL
Poll #33441 important for a friend
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10


After all they've done in service of the Lord, do Veggietales not deserve the light of Heaven?

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yes, Bob has been through so much
2 (20.0%)

no, Catholic doctrine says otherwise no matter how cruel that is
0 (0.0%)

no, Larry must atone for what he's done
5 (50.0%)

yes, all things that are God's creation deserve to be in His Light
3 (30.0%)



edit: OH GOD I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP I HAVE FUCKED UP NOW CODE SILVERBELLS
edit 2: OH GOD IT'S IN THE WRONG CHAT FUCK


one-a. the Fortress of Meropide; in the library
[ ohhhh no he was minding his business in the pile of pillows streaming TV on the anime night big screen and the Duke came looking for him with business in mind but then

THE HALLMARK CHANNEL
RUINED EVERYTHING

'Christmas in July' reruns are blaring along happily and the Duke has firmly inserted himself into the pillow pile and Ghilley doesn't know where the remote is. help. this is too much Steve Gutenberg for one man. ]


two. the Fortress of Meropide; in the kitchen
[ Ragna's not the only one who stress cooks. he's the one who like, organizes the kitchen and does most of the cooking, but Ghilley's handy around the kitchen and it's coming out in the creation of so many different foods. there's cornbread muffins, some sort of potage, and several sweet baking smells--including a distinct but out of season bit of sugary goodness since a certain dog-man expressed a deep desire for gingerbread simply out of nowhere.

he's mixing savory and sweet and Ragna's gonna kill him for what his spice rack's gonna look like but for right now Ghilley is cooking until his brain stops and that's gonna be. a minute. or two. or three. ]


Put a toothpick in the pie, timers with numbers on them are for the weak.

three. outside the Fortress of Meropide; at the harbor
[ it's a full time job, keeping the seals from absolutely robbing him blind--not that there's much to rob since Ghilley's got a 'PAY IF YOU WANT' sign duct-taped to the front of the table he stole from in the Fortress itself. there's piles and piles of baked goods in both the sugary and bready consistency, enough cornbread to slap your grandma, and at least two crockpots filled with Stuff. you want some chili? well too bad, one of the crockpots has cider in it because something had to go with the fucking gingerbread cookies he also has on offer, but there's a little bit of everything for everyone.

but not seals. Ghilley keeps getting up to poke them with brooms when they cutely roll their way just a liiiittle too close to his offerings. ]
You already tried this with the Taco Bell! Back up!

wildcard an open prompt for open work
[ Ghilley's got a lot of things to answer for despite his level best to be too busy to do so; if you need him somewhere or somehow else, feel free to capture the pink gremlin of your dreams. ]
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one. I'M NOT A FIEND I'M NOT A FIEND - backstage

Patricia, I'm gonna need you and Rebecca to figure out what your problems are and work together. You're supposed to be loving sisters.

[ Ghilley is... talking to his chest. Or more specifically, to the chest plate that he's currently trying to ratchet into place as his fake boobs seem bound and determined to take his breastuation in two different artistic directions.

for someone who claimed he was too shy to be in public in front of people, Ghilley sure is really comfortable being 80% naked in the backstage prep areas as he gets his face on, full pink glitter beard included because it'll be a cold day in hell before the chin strap comes off--but if you need a helping hand getting yourself put together, he's here for you babygirl. you're just also gonna have to deal with 40% ass cheek until he's done with his undercarriage building. ]


two. (that's exactly what a fiend would say) - lip sync realness

[ have you ever thought 'I'd like to see what a Poke Lass uniform would look like if it was worn by the bubblegum hyperpop offspring of Hatsune Miku and Ironmouse?' Ghilley is a vision in pink and blue in his miniskirt and cotton candy demon wig. he's short and stocky--he will never have the legs or silhouette for Queen, but he can pull off Nightmare Pixie Dreamgremlin with Big Tits just fine. he knows you people are into that. and his winged eyeliner could kill a man if the sparkly molotov cocktail didn't get him first.

when it's time for Ghilley's lip sync he's happily trotting out with his helpers and a prop--for anyone that lives with Ghilley, Ghilley does not own a Spheal, but that sure is a Spheal in a cheerful pink tophat and Mochi the Great White Tsuchinoko, who's giving his best Seel realness with a horn on his forehead and no legs. the prop is a shiny blue boombox that he sets down so that Mochi can hop up on it at the stage corner while the Mystery Spheal pats at it with a cute widdle flipper.

Ghilley starts his lip sync with a perfectly normal song and a fun little dance to go with it. he clearly spent a few sleepless nights learning how to do good, convincing mouthshapes, he's lookin' fly and feelin' coordinated--

and then the boombox 'explodes' with a paff of white powder and the music cuts off. Mochi sneezes. the Spheal appears to be mildly dusted with babypowder. ]


Oh, uh, hold please, lemme talk to my tech crew--

[ and then he's trotting over to 'confer' with the Orb Twins. Spheal pats the boombox faster. Mochi rolls off of it with a squeak. with a dramatic sigh, Ghilley rises and shrugs. ]

I guess you get what you pay for, but lucky for us, the internet didn't raise no fool, and I came prepared [ dramatic pose! ] with a backup!

I think, given our modern society and how often werewolves, therewolves, and rude old people with bad haircuts are a problem, that it's important that every man, woman, ambiguous squiggle, and Dave at the bar--hi baby, love the vest--know how to protect themselves! So I'd like to show you a few tips and tricks with the help of a Mysterious Assailant--oh, Mysterious Assailant~!

[ for all four inches that Ghilley's gained with platform shoes, Wrio the wolf-mask wearing Mysterious Assailant wore his usual platform shitkicker boots so Ghilley's still barely eye to eye with the man's (generously displayed and lightly glitter-dusted) nipples. the Mysterious Assailant looks like a Team Rocket member took an unfortunate left turn at a Hot Topic and ended up in the kind of skinny jeans used to summon some sort of Old Scenekid god, and also he's just. not wearing a shirt. like you do. ]

Now always remember to sing!

[ and thus we hit part two of the lip sync where Ghilley's three AM forays into old movie quote compilations gives him a whole routine to work through, but... well. Sandra Bullock is a very tall woman in very tall shoes with a man her size. Ghilley is stealing four inches of height for all the good it does on a man who's in the upper 6', and his recreation of the self-defense tips reflects it. he waves the assailant down so he can elbow him in the nose, 'stands' on his instep with both feet while holding a bicep to steady himself, and when it comes time for 'g', well... you don't punch art. especially art in a committed relationship.

afterwards, Ghilley takes a bow. ]


Thank you, thank you--team, let's Rollout! [ and then Spheal activates like a sleeper agent, beginning to orb up and spin in place as Ghilley 'seems' to realize something. ]

... oh hell. Cheese it, Mysterious Assailant!

[ and then he just fireman carries the full man up over his shoulders, the Glory of Meropide pointed towards the audience as Ghilley takes off in his heels stage right, pursued by a Spheal rolling at a surprising speed with Mochi bouncing up the rear. ]

three. YOU'RE KILLING ME, KILLING ME - wildcard

[ if you need a neon helper for group events Ghilley's quick on learning choreography even if he doesn't know the difference between larboard and starboard without holding his fingers up in 'L's. otherwise, after his lip sync and general show participation, he's gonna go find a place to cool off and have a gay celebratory cocktail in that his ankles aren't broken today. ]
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WHO: Ghilley Adair, the Seers, and you!
WHERE: Gemini
WHEN: after the Hororrs (Bloody) and the Horrors (Eerie), towards the mid-end of the month.
WHAT: it's prophecy time, boys and ghouls. boils and ghouls and thaumaturgical tools? equal opportunity spookiness for all.
WARNINGS: n/a. the song's going in your brain forever tho.

[ when Ghilley props his phone up and turns his camera on, he looks wild. from the foundation that's ten shades too light on him to the mass of thick-stitched black scars to the inexplicably red hair that clashes with his multicolored striped shirt and overalls combo--modern folks might recognize a certain Terrible Little Doll Man as he dabs red pigment into the scar appliques. ]

Did you know haunted houses love short dudes with annoying voices? I always make a killing this time of year--financially speaking, of course. Anything else you wanna ask me about will need my lawyer present. Caleb is my lawyer, by the way. He definitely has a law degree and won't just hit you with a baseball bat while we drive off in his Prius.

I think he has a Prius now, I don't know cars.

[ he's pulling out a black eyeliner pencil and starting around his eyes, wiggling his mouth this way and that to test his face. ]

But nevermind that--so anyway! Greetings loved ones, let's take a journey, because the legally distinct WhatsApp group I'm affectionately calling the SeerChat, trademark pending do not steal, is popping the hell off and while I'm not usually a doom-and-gloom kind of guy... I do like to give people the option of being aware? Aware feels good?

So, here's the deets as to what the Forces From Beyond the Veil are showing off. I even printed some of the pictures at the library--don't say I never got you nothing. [ point at the phone, set the makeup pencil down, and sit up a little as he fusses with stuff on his desk. then he's focusing again. ]

And real talk, Iiii do not know everyone's name in the SeerChat, my apologies, but I'll do my best so you can ask clarifying questions with the appropriate prognosticator. Thus, presented in what I think is Least Worrying Order to Very Worrying Order, we have:

From our Astrology girlie corner, we have a tarot card! The World, reversed, usually means that there's "a lack of success, stagnation, lack of achievement, disappointment, burden, lack of completion". [ a pause. ] So shout out to my parents for psychically participating in the Tribulations, good to see you guys again, I can't do lunch anytime soon.

The Other Cute Pink-haired Person posted a picture of her moodboard and when I asked her if she had maybe sent us a copy of her #Disneybound inspo board she made a frowny-face at me and said she didn't know why Trance Her was so fixated on mouse stickers and weird circles. [ He holds up a picture to the camera, doing the beauty guru thing of holding his hand up to help the phone focus as a collage of pictures absolutely lousy with a certain three-circle mark artfully hidden in each panel. ] It looks like a Michael J. Mouse situation to me, but I'm not trying to get my lawyer working overtime. He's hell on the billable hours.

In the same vein as the Mouse, the entity who kinda looks like one of the vtubers I fall asleep to said that 'the Wind gave them an image of a clock striking Midnight and it looked a lot like the one at Cinderella's Castle at Disney World' so like. If we have to invade Disney World, it's morally correct to steal as many churros as possible if they've gone evil, right? More evil. I wish I got the fun potentially vacation-oriented visions.

Our musical diva extraordinaire couldn't quite place the song that she's been hearing, but she says it's giving early 2000s pop song about things being simple and clean--with a huge undercurrent of the singer being deeply insecure about their relationship. Presumably because it's about meeting your partners' parents? And potentially Jesus? I too, cower in the face of Greater Adults and also the Lord, so I feel you, song I couldn't pick out of a lineup.

Grandma knit a key. [ sometimes, you say things, you pause, you stare at them, and then you hold up a picture of said thing. ] It's a big-ass key--like she's gonna be mayor of the city of Fibercraft Giants. Or she's going to beat the city of Fibercraft Giants to a squishy, bluntforce death. Take the strawberry candy. Save yourselves.

The guy who looks like he escaped the lab they grow K-pop boys in spoke to me in his elite gamer words and said that his UI had this sort of 'swirling Shadow and Light thing going on, like they were trying to fight for supremacy or figure out how to combine until they were completely intertwined.' That feels symbolic. I hate it when things get symbolic. It never ends well. Something always ends up dead in a pool, or with too many eyes...

Anyhoo--moving on to things that are Slightly More Concerning--the guy who I Know Told Me His Name But I Seriously Can't Remember It Because I've Filed Him as Big Horny Twink In My Brain--has also given me a picture which is like, seriously A-plus quality? Dude should go professional. He described the contents of his vision as 'himself, depicted on a round platform made of stained glass, surrounded by symbols of familiar, dear things. [ another picture, this time of Takame Kesi presented in splendid Kitagawa-quality rendering. ]

The Hat Man apparently saw the Crystal Tower in his tea leaves. [ a grimace. then regret because Ghilley needs to fix a cheek scar. ] Love that for us. Love when that goddamn tower shows up places, like that's not an omen of Stuff Going Awry. Speaking of ominous and straight to the point things, the Last Dude Who Smokes Cigarettes Outside of a Seventies Movie saw and doodled what he described as a Big Damn Tree. There are way too many branches and roots on this Big Damn Tree, but here you have it.

[ and for anyone familiar, that's absolutely Yggdrasil but drawn by someone with a loose relationship with straight lines. ]

As for me, the ghost in my teeth at least gave me something actually concerning this time? Instead of, y'know. Evil Fish. Evil Building. It pinged on these... shadow creatures? Like, they kind of looked like stuff--like, y'know, a person but with weird not-formed limbs, or a weird scrunched up insect baby, or a fucked-up car--but they were shiny, oily black with these piercing yellow eyes. Tiny eyes. Hungry eyes. Private eyes, they're watching you-- [ time for a small musical interlude as Ghilley shuffles through the other stuff on whatever's serving as a desk. ]

And last but certainly not least concerning, somebody's rad 50 year old uncle who has multiple skeleton t-shirts showed up fresh from the Ren Faire describing the sky, "rent asunder like it had been assaulted by some great beast, veins of light webbed across it like cracks in lake ice." So that. Feels great. I'm not uneasy.

And that's that, I guess. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go chase teenagers and drunk college guys with knives. I get a bonus if people try to fistfight me!

[ have a happy Chucky wave, and then off the camera goes. have fun chewing on that, Kaisou. ]
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Player Name: Jackals
Contact: tothejackals on discord
Invited by: ya’ll let me move in like a year ago I have squatter’s rights
Other Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Gilgamesh, Veldora Tempest

Character Name: Ghilley Adair
Canon: FFXIV OC
Canon History: So first of all waves hands generally at FFXIV’s overall storyline; while I play Ghilley as ‘a’ Warrior of Light he’s less the POV character and more one of the other weirdos in the band who wanders in to punch things when needed and then wanders back off to do his own bastardry–he’d be one of the friends a Main Character would summon in times of need and would probably be like the third or fourth guy to die in a slasher film adaptation. He’s definitely the NPC you can find getting up to shenanigans if you spend a little time exploring instead of running from quest A to quest B. He’s familiar with the happenings in Eitheirys but was there helping a friend he can’t quite recall the name and face of, ho hum.

Aside from his general plot history, Ghilley’s personal history is a bit nebulous because he’s a wombo-combo of a habitual liar and suffering from broke-my-skull-itis. While on a boat to come to Eorzea for mysterious purposes during the timeframe of the battle of Carteneau, his boat crashed and he received a fairly nasty set of head injuries (as well as the other injuries that come with drowning a little and being slammed with broken boat chunks and rocks and what have you) in the chaos and flotsam in the aftermath. After being rescued and rudimentarily patched together by some well-meaning fisherfolk who were really, really not equipped to deal with magical head trauma, he spent a lot of time wandering on his own while being held together by the kindness of others and the blessing of the Mothercrystal (because of course destiny comes knocking at the worst possible time) until a Free Company picked him up on account of him being good at stabbing things. He’s been stuck in the plot of FFXIV ever since and he politely dislikes it, thank you for asking.

Canon Personality:
So Ghilley’s a contradiction in the way he handles things; on one hand, he’s a very self-centered, self-interested person who plays dumb and obnoxious because he’s not fully aware of what skeletons in his closet might come to bite him in the ass, but on the other hand, he’s a human being drawn to the care and connections of others who wants to be better than what he might’ve been. Or wants to be, since he’s working from nothing and Mom(thercrystal) said it was his turn to pick what he wants in life.

+ easy-going
+ playful
+ loyal
+ curious
+ steadfast

Summary: The best way to get the things you want in life is with an open smile and a cheery demeanor. People don’t ask a lot of questions if you’re agreeable, and you can bank up a lot of contingency plans with a pinch of goodwill and stabbing 4 dodos for their cutlets. He generally tries to keep people at a pleasant distance, but he’s not immune to the horrors of being known and human connection, so once someone worms their way into his bubble by perseverance, kindness, or sheer stubbornness, he’s a ride-or-die fool with a lot less scruples than most people expect. Sometimes, sometimes, you’re living your whole life for the vine because there’s nothing to go back to and people keep giving you reasons to stay connected to the present and you have this whole collection of things you’ve grown to love and value and you’re willing to tear down the world to keep it all safe, and like, that’s probably a good thing if someone’s got a firm hand on the babyleash?

- self-centered
- guarded
- performative
- liar
- ruthless
- “absent-minded”

Summary: But then on the downlow, sometimes you’re a lying liar who lies to protect yourself and the few people you’ve grown deeply attached to. While he’s better on account of having met people who’ve encouraged him to actually behave as ‘the hero’ like he plays on TV, Ghilley is also the kind of person who isn’t afraid to do whatever he needs to in order to protect people. Other people have guilt and consciences and morals; Ghilley has whatever’s happening in his day to day and the throughline of his friends and adoptive family that keeps him sane and tethered to the world. He also plays up ‘not caring’ about what’s happening around him so that he has less to be accountable for, because it’s not toxic masculinity to hide old injuries from people or anything. Especially if you could secretly have been a Bad Person once upon a time.

? hydrophobic
Like it’s not a positive trait or a negative trait but he’s sort of useless on boats and in or around water. Being able to breathe underwater did very little to help cure this. Phobias are phobias, man.

AU Name: Gilbert Adams
AU Age: 23
AU Birthday: 9/18

AU History: Gilbert Adams can remember his life quite well and sort of wishes he couldn’t. His parents had a whole slew of clashing personality problems that didn’t culminate in them naming a human child ‘Gilbert’ but certainly contributed to their overall portfolio of being people who married to be married and hit the milestone points of being an adult only to call it quits and never fully get over how bad the whole fiasco sucked. Gilbert himself was a very middle of the pack child–good enough grades to graduate, athletic enough to be helpful on sports teams, and just generally a guy that people didn’t hate being in the room with. He was politely told to figure it out at 18 and picked up a string of minimum wage jobs and gig work in order to scrape things together since he didn’t have college grades or ambitions, and he was fairly content to coast along in life with roommates he was friendly enough to buy pizza for. It was a decent existence, all things told.

And then he made the mistake of going out on a boat with a bunch of his work buddies for somebody’s birthday and ended up falling off the boat while a bit too drunk to do anything useful about it.

As Gilbert was having his ‘well this sucks’ heading into the light death montage, a voice called out in good old JRPG style–asking him what he would do if he had the strength to take another step because XIV loves its arc words and having you repeat beloved NPCs at key moments. Making a deal with the ‘Warrior of Light’ in his teeth gave him enough of a boost to break the surface, cling to a buoy, and be found by the Coast Guard that’d been trawling for signs of a body, and since then it’s been… weird.

He lied about who he was and what he remembered when brought in, and took off as soon as the hospital could no longer keep him on account of the no insurance or particular identity. He’s been sort of between places since, keeping a transient and temporary lifestyle as he goes from place to place on the advice of his brainghost, and it’s… not as bad as it could be, honestly? Who knew that things would mildly improve when you took active interest in people instead of coasting through life and keeping your head down?

AU Personality Differences: Ghilley’s a little less sketchy and mysteriously smiling and a little more irony poisoned and smarmy in order to keep himself from getting his hopes up too much. He’s at odds with the ghost mentor in his head in the same way that his Eorzean version was at odds with the man who taught him how to be a samurai, and sometimes you used to doubledip UberEats and DoorDash at the same time and now you’re still doing that because you’re technically a missing person and also the ghost in your brain will make you See People Who Need Help and eventually Take Care Of It Himself if you keep being a bitch about it.

Element: Earth
Purchased Powers: 9/9

Strength Boost (High)(Earth) - 4
Regeneration (High) - 3
Fortune Telling (Medium) - 2

His possessor/past self was really just a rowdy fella whose powers were ‘doesn’t stay down when he’s supposed to’ ‘good at weapons’ and ‘god gives you cutscene replay powers’ which manifests instead as ‘this person or area needs a hero, get to hoofin’.’

Possession: a Warrior of Light (aka himself from across the Veil); his contract price is that he’s compelled to ‘act as a hero’ when a situation calls for it (though it tends to ping mostly on somebody needing a helping hand or when someone’s in physical peril).

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