8th Mistake; video

[moralperil]

[Mahdi is once again in the kitchen, wearing his red apron and looking particularly flour-dusted and frazzled. He seems slightly wobbly - probably hasn't slept.]

Hey everyone! I made a bunch cookies and I'm just about to drop them to the clinic.

[He sweeps the tablet over to look at each plate of cookies as he describes them:]

Lemon shortbread will give you calm, safe feelings.

Chocolate espresso shortbread will make you feel more cheerful and energized - plus there's coffee in it! [tiny cheer:] Yay coffee!

Um, these are semi-magical cookies, I guess you could say. The effects will vary by person but I'd say... hmmm, the effects last a few hours, half a day at most.

If anyone else is feeling bad or weird, this should help. I've made several dozen, so if you're near the clinic please stop by and take some. Also, um, be careful with your soul. It's actually pretty important. If someone tries to talk you into giving it up, don't listen to them. Just sayin'.

[Mahdi turns the tablet back around to record himself, and smiles brightly.]

That's all!

[But the look fades into something more troubled and he seems to be looking at something in the distance. He absently fiddles with a wisp of his hair, pushing it into his mouth briefly as he thinks.] Forgetting something... oh!

Ashraf, I need to talk to you when you have a sec. If you're at the clinic I'll just stop in.

[Someone still doesn't know how privacy filters work.]


[OOC: Mahdi is responding to the shadow demons. His cookies could be a potential way to avoid the feelings of negativity they bring.]

Comments

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[feel_nevermore]

So you... just felt like cooking?

same filters;

[moralperil]

...Kind of?

[Mahdi tugs his hair out of his mouth.]

Something feels kind of wrong. I just didn't want to worry anyone.

[feel_nevermore]

Care to develop?

[moralperil]

I don't want to jump to conclusions - with how people come and go here, it could be anyone, anything really. But it's sending off a really bad vibe, and at least that I know I can fight against.

[feel_nevermore]

Without jumping to conclusions, you can tell me what you felt or noticed exactly.

[moralperil]

I saw... something like a shadow. It whispered awful things to me.

It's the kind of things demons do in my world, when someone's sad.

[feel_nevermore]

Demons in your world feed off people's despair, then?

[moralperil]

They're attracted to it, yeah.

It's manipulation. Trying to get people to give up on their lives, so their offer to take your soul to grant your wish will sound attractive.

[feel_nevermore]

I see.

And those shadows... they're trying to have you give up your soul too?

[moralperil]

Usually I see them fully, I can sense them. This was different.

It could be something else. [bleakly] Everything it said was true.

[feel_nevermore]

What did it say?

[moralperil]

I'm sorry, I can't tell you. It was personal.

[feel_nevermore]

It's okay. I understand.

Any other useful information about them you can give me?

[moralperil]

It sort of whispered. And it got me where it really hurt, you know? It was true, but the absolute last thing I'd want to hear from anyone.

I think at one point I saw something like a claw, moving in the shadows. It was difficult to find if I tried to search for it, though.

[feel_nevermore]

I can imagine.

A claw? Okay. [Shell keep an eye out for it.]

If it comes back, don't hesitate to call me.

[moralperil]

...Thank you, Raven, but you won't need to put yourself out there for me. Keep an eye out of this stuff keeps happening though - I know I will be.

[feel_nevermore]

...As you wish.

I will be too.

[moralperil]

Take care, Raven.