oo3 ✦ city-wide census (feat. megumi fushiguro)

[vixenish]

Hello, Manhattan. Today, I have another question for you all.

What type of Vessel are you, and what is it, exactly, that you can do? What type of power do you have?

Consider this Manhattan's first unofficial census of Vessels and their abilities. What we hope to do is identify what abilities the same Vessel types share in common, so that newly arriving Vessels know whom they can speak to about their new powers. Better understanding what each of us can do may help us better understand ourselves, too. We can all learn from one another, hm~?

[ and, perhaps, learn something about their most delightful benefactor. ]

This is voluntary, of course, but the more people who answer, the more helpful this will be. Don't be shy.

Megumi?

[ HE'S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME: ]

I think that about covers it. I'm making record of all of this, so if anyone has concerns, you can also talk to either of us privately.

(ooc; replies will come from either Lortel or Megumi, or both! You can indicate if you'd like either/both in your subject line, or leave it up to us to wildcard!)

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[merged]

[ There's no missing the song through their tether, that weight Lortel has placed upon herself. Anger floods the connection, but it's tempered by suspicion—none of it aimed at Lortel. Sleep will say anything to get her way. Never a lie, but always some twisted truth. ]

Someone else can ask, Lortel. It's not on you. [ And, there: worry. Sleep might be the focus of her anger and suspicion, but Lortel is the target of her concern. ] We should all be pulling our weight with her.

[vixenish]

[ Lortel pauses in her surprise, arrested by Sharon's rancor, her palpable concern.

she doesn't regret their tether, but there are times like this when she knows it will give away far more than she wants. ]

I know. [ soft and colorless, if only because she leaves all the color in the murmur: misgiving and regret and resentment, none of it for Sharon. all of it for Sleep. beneath it, gratitude, and that is Sharon's alone.

when, exactly, had she started to think she doesn't want to risk anyone else? ]

Still. I would like to know what changed, if only for my own sake. [ it would be a good lie if their tether didn't give her away immediately. and she knows it will, and says it anyway. ]

[merged]

Come on, Lortel. It's not... [ Sharon understands Lortel's perspective, understands her desire to protect the precious people she's found, but... ] Speaking to Sleep isn't a risk, not unless they're already susceptible to her bullshit. [ She glances briefly at Jinx, who has crawled under the blankets. She won't mention the girl, but her thoughts drift to her—of her desire to protect her precious people by killing One. ]

We'll figure it out, Lortel. Maybe we can ask one of the Numerals or Espera first instead of Sleep. [ That vast bitch can be their last resort. ]

🎀?

[vixenish]

[ she decides not to point out that by Sharon's own reasoning, she herself wouldn't run much risk. the last thing she wants is an argument when all that's really going on here is that Sharon is worried for her. it makes her heart hurt,

especially knowing she's probably going to do it anyway, now. given the value of what she could learn...

but it doesn't have to be now, or even soon. better to let it go. ]

Alright, [ she agrees. not easily, but willingly, because, even if it's a quiet thing she can't name or describe to herself or even really understand, Lortel loves her, and causing her anxiety over something that just doesn't need to be solved here and now ... isn't, couldn't possibly, be worth it. ]