1 | Home Sweet Home Intruder | OTA [Waking up on the moon was disorienting enough, but now he's expected to just... find a tiny room to call home?? These little apartments are nothing like he's used to. And it's so strange to see so very many tall buildings. Sure, they had tall buildings back home, but they were generally few and far between. And he's supposed to be satsfied with just a single unit? That's so... cramped!]
[In any case, he needs a place. But being that he's a vampire and all, and it's so very hot outside, he waits until sunset to go looking for a place. Unfortunately, not many others are going to be following suit -- which means at some late hour of the night, you might just hear someone casually walking into your apartment.]
Er, hello? ...looks unoccupied... it's hard to tell well when they're all furnished...
2 | Opposite Attract | OTA [Shell is still figuring out this "chroma" thing. When he hears about the hugathon, he immediately decides it's-- not his thing!! He's not interested at all!! He's totally not standing around hoping someone asks hm for a hug!! ...not that he looks terribly huggable. Hiding under the shadow of a building, dressed in a full suit despite the heat, and his expression looking a bit sour. But fate has something else in mind, and with a sudden gasp and a good deal of flailing, he's dragged out of the shadows by some unseen force and thrown together with someone else.]
H-Hey! What's going on here!? Let-- go?
[They're... not holding on? What is this??]
3 | Murder, it's what for dinner | OTA [But by far, the most difficult thing Shell knows he'll have to face is... well, his diet. He was immediately informed about the existence of blood pills -- and now has a pretty good stock to keep himself alive. But there's nothing really satisfying about them. Not to mention the question of whether the blood is ethically collected. And, even if it were, whether he can really be okay with that.]
[Thankfully, the markets have all kinds of things for sale. Not-so-thankfully, he'll have to re-learn which animal blood doesn't taste like ass. But this also means buying a good amount of it to test, which he's carrying in a bag after buying--]
[But then, he bumps into someone. And as he falls forward onto his face-- blood gushes out from underneath him as every single bottle shatters in the bag.]
[Evidently, you've just killed a man. What now?]
[Hit me up at randomsnarfle if you have any questions about Shell!]
Shell Overlord | Blood Bank | Cordis
[Waking up on the moon was disorienting enough, but now he's expected to just... find a tiny room to call home?? These little apartments are nothing like he's used to. And it's so strange to see so very many tall buildings. Sure, they had tall buildings back home, but they were generally few and far between. And he's supposed to be satsfied with just a single unit? That's so... cramped!]
[In any case, he needs a place. But being that he's a vampire and all, and it's so very hot outside, he waits until sunset to go looking for a place. Unfortunately, not many others are going to be following suit -- which means at some late hour of the night, you might just hear someone casually walking into your apartment.]
Er, hello? ...looks unoccupied... it's hard to tell well when they're all furnished...
2 | Opposite Attract | OTA
[Shell is still figuring out this "chroma" thing. When he hears about the hugathon, he immediately decides it's-- not his thing!! He's not interested at all!! He's totally not standing around hoping someone asks hm for a hug!! ...not that he looks terribly huggable. Hiding under the shadow of a building, dressed in a full suit despite the heat, and his expression looking a bit sour. But fate has something else in mind, and with a sudden gasp and a good deal of flailing, he's dragged out of the shadows by some unseen force and thrown together with someone else.]
H-Hey! What's going on here!? Let-- go?
[They're... not holding on? What is this??]
3 | Murder, it's what for dinner | OTA
[But by far, the most difficult thing Shell knows he'll have to face is... well, his diet. He was immediately informed about the existence of blood pills -- and now has a pretty good stock to keep himself alive. But there's nothing really satisfying about them. Not to mention the question of whether the blood is ethically collected. And, even if it were, whether he can really be okay with that.]
[Thankfully, the markets have all kinds of things for sale. Not-so-thankfully, he'll have to re-learn which animal blood doesn't taste like ass. But this also means buying a good amount of it to test, which he's carrying in a bag after buying--]
[But then, he bumps into someone. And as he falls forward onto his face-- blood gushes out from underneath him as every single bottle shatters in the bag.]
[Evidently, you've just killed a man. What now?]
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