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Star Weavers
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Star WeaversCassiopeia ruffled her dress, annoyed. this...stupid uniform! She sighed, putting her head down on the central table in the cabin. Glancing around, she saw all the other star weavers at work, and as she took some star thread in her hands and tried to finnick with it, she was unsuccessful and just went back to watching everyone. She thought this job was boring, and while others thought it was a gift from the gods, to her it felt like a burden.
Leo, on the other hand, was hard at work. He carefully but efficiantly made a successful 'star web', mimicking a spider web. Carefully setting it down and letting it work its magic. He watched as the web of thread clustered together, then glowed brighter. He watched it phase through the cabin roof, taking its place in the sky. He then got started on a new one and noticed that they were running out of thread. Hmm. A new one should've come already.
Aquila was just weaving some stars while drinking some Comet Smoothie (Even tho there is no need for consumption to have energy for Star Weavers like her). She was looking foward to talk to the others after she was finished with her current design, which was formed like a dream catcher of sorts.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
Sliding out of his seat, Ophiuchus stretched as his bones popped and cracked from being stuck in the same position for too long. Grabbing a reasonably large thermos (read: about as big as his face), Ophiuchus pushed open the almost always closed door and padded towards the main area, bracing themself for the chaos that always came with the cabin's inhabitants.
Passing by Leo and Cassiopeia, Pegasus noticed their apparent lack of new thread as well. "Hmph, looks like we all have the same problem here," they remarked. "Well I mean Cass here clearly has more problems..." Their eyes flicked to at the tangled mess on the table.
"But hey, what's up with there being no thread anyway?"
Ariadne was weaving a star when she noticed Ophiuchus coming out from his room. There they go again... Always cooped up in that private little room of theirs. As one of the only ones who'd been there longer, she'd noticed when he had moved in that little corner room of the cabin. As he passed by, she gave a slight upward nod of acknowledgement and resumed her weaving.
Pisces sighed, their voice sounding tinkly yet tired and dreamy. They just wished for some peace and quiet for once. Their work wasn't really completed because of the disturbance in the force. Still, they continued to weave the thread. It was in a pattern of a snake of some sort.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
Pisces just whined and continued weaving. Since they never really did anything, their thread wouldn't run out as quick. maybe everyone should just stop-
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime