a. welcome! everything is fine. [revival//locked to whoever stuck around at the pharmacy, after her group carried her there]
[Two days ago, Eleanor Shellstrop made a very important choice. Said choice saved ten innocent elves and her five group mates along with earning her a brief bit of face time with the manager of Wonderland himself- right before her trolley problem came to it's unfortunate conclusion.
Eleanor doesn't know how long she's just heard the constant roots and that voice she doesn't know. It could be a few hours or three months or 300 years in the dot of the i in Jeremy Bearimy and she wouldn't have known the difference. What she does know, as consciousness trickles back to her and the sudden flood of pain hits, is that she needs to know if she did it. Are the others okay? Did they really vanish from her sight right before the monster plowed into her or did Mia just let go of her hand at the worst possible moment?
Where her friends laid out her body, Eleanor jerks very suddenly back into the land of the living with a sharp, hissing curse of pain and not quite daring to open her eyes yet.]
Son of a-
[Okay. She can deal with this. Just eat as many painkillers as she medically can, maybe invest in some fantasy essential oils. Absolutely foolproof plan.
She waits another few seconds, waiting to see of the pain will pass and when it doesn't she cautiously opens her now solid black eyes. Definitely not the nightmare cave, so that's a good sign. She glances around the room, the details of her surroundings slowly clicking into place until her gaze falls on someone else in the room. She stares for a moment, grimacing at another stab of pain before flashing an exhausted but somehow still smug grin.]
So. What'd I miss?
b. shadowdale [open]
[As much as going back to Wonderland seems like a thing that should be done, Eleanor is good out here. Sure, she'll go back if she needs to but between her pain and fatigue, her want to keep an eye on Michael and her other friends, and making sure the elves are as good as can be expected she has her hands full in Shadowdale and that's fine by her for the moment.
Despite not being able to move as well or as quickly as she'd like (much to her frustration), Eleanor can be found almost anywhere in Shadowdale. She'll help with most tasks with adequate speed and only a moderate amount of complaining. Every once in a while you may catch her aggressively stomping on a very small black ooze monster. That's probably fine and normal.
A good amount of the rest of her time is spent back at the pharmacy or the makeshift infirmary, probably resting up from her everpresent fatigue or checking in on her fellow Reclaimers.]
c. wildcard!!
[hit me up on discord (SlothBless#5857) or on plurk (slothbless) if you have something else in mind!!]
eleanor shellstrop | ota
[Two days ago, Eleanor Shellstrop made a very important choice. Said choice saved ten innocent elves and her five group mates along with earning her a brief bit of face time with the manager of Wonderland himself- right before her trolley problem came to it's unfortunate conclusion.
Eleanor doesn't know how long she's just heard the constant roots and that voice she doesn't know. It could be a few hours or three months or 300 years in the dot of the i in Jeremy Bearimy and she wouldn't have known the difference. What she does know, as consciousness trickles back to her and the sudden flood of pain hits, is that she needs to know if she did it. Are the others okay? Did they really vanish from her sight right before the monster plowed into her or did Mia just let go of her hand at the worst possible moment?
Where her friends laid out her body, Eleanor jerks very suddenly back into the land of the living with a sharp, hissing curse of pain and not quite daring to open her eyes yet.]
Son of a-
[Okay. She can deal with this. Just eat as many painkillers as she medically can, maybe invest in some fantasy essential oils. Absolutely foolproof plan.
She waits another few seconds, waiting to see of the pain will pass and when it doesn't she cautiously opens her now solid black eyes. Definitely not the nightmare cave, so that's a good sign. She glances around the room, the details of her surroundings slowly clicking into place until her gaze falls on someone else in the room. She stares for a moment, grimacing at another stab of pain before flashing an exhausted but somehow still smug grin.]
So. What'd I miss?
b. shadowdale [open]
[As much as going back to Wonderland seems like a thing that should be done, Eleanor is good out here. Sure, she'll go back if she needs to but between her pain and fatigue, her want to keep an eye on Michael and her other friends, and making sure the elves are as good as can be expected she has her hands full in Shadowdale and that's fine by her for the moment.
Despite not being able to move as well or as quickly as she'd like (much to her frustration), Eleanor can be found almost anywhere in Shadowdale. She'll help with most tasks with adequate speed and only a moderate amount of complaining. Every once in a while you may catch her aggressively stomping on a very small black ooze monster. That's probably fine and normal.
A good amount of the rest of her time is spent back at the pharmacy or the makeshift infirmary, probably resting up from her everpresent fatigue or checking in on her fellow Reclaimers.]
c. wildcard!!
[hit me up on discord (SlothBless#5857) or on plurk (slothbless) if you have something else in mind!!]