AonEne

Ene studied the wall. “Okay,” she muttered. “Who’d have the power to do this? Some deities. All Authors. Narrators...most Narrators.” She scowled to herself. “The mimes, I’m pretty sure. Sensation or someone with that instinct, technically. An Epic. Possibly an Elantrian. Could a Forger...?” Her voice trailed off as she considered. “This could be a lot of things, but is most likely a Narrator, mime, or Epic.” She tested the wall again. “Since we don’t know the motivation, my assumption is going to be a mime. Maybe we broke the fourth wall too much.”

Ene reached one hand forward and poked at the wall, wondering if it would still be there for her.

What’s your favorite type of candy? What’s your opinion on the sun?

What music?

What’s your favorite candy? What’s your opinion on potatoes?

Welcome to the Shard!

Ene is prepared to follow the others through, lingering quietly at the back of the group as usual. She knows she should integrate herself more, get to know people, but the thought is tiring - how are the rest of them managing social interaction in the middle of all this fighting and danger?

If your character gets a name, will you adopt it as your username or stay as Enter? Have you seen the comet? What’s your favorite candy?

to the top of America’s Got Talent.

Hey and welcome, we’re glad to have you!

Ene speedwalks a few steps closer to him, shooting glances at the king who’d just frozen a god. “Yes please.”

Usually for laughing I use , but sometimes . Really anything works.

Cassie said quietly, “I’m with you,” to Shana and James, not speaking loud enough for Rob to hear. She didn’t want the argument to start up again.

hired a consultant.

*munches on an apple while on the beach* It is surprisingly hard to think of things for this.

Happy to help provide familiarity and rightness, then! Anything in specific you want to get off your chest, or shall I track down some conversation topics, shoot them through the heart, and freeze the meat for winter?

Ene raises her eyebrows, but watches.

I mean, there’s stuff you can do, it’s just usually not worth it for most cis women. As tempted as I am...

Depends on what type of mental exhaustion it is, but mostly curl up in bed and cry, curl up and hold myself really tightly for a moment, chant certain words in my brain (or try to stop myself from chanting certain words in my brain) or get generally helplessly pissed at injustices that I can’t currently stop to keep from being sad at them and curling up to cry some more. I know, Healthy Coping Methods tm. Anything we can do to help? Send puppies? Need to vent? Just keep chatting? Getting incrementally better. It’s very hard to beat one’s own brain in a fight. I wish I was being bullied or something instead of dealing with mental disorders, then I’d have something physical to blame and take out my fury on. That’s probably not what you were looking for, I’m too talkative this time of night. How are you doing, Jay? First off, that sounds like the worst idea ever, I am so sorry. Second, (don’t open if you’re weirded out by mentions of girl stuff)

Welcome to the Shard, we’re happy to have you here!

“Your better solution is roasting apple slices?” Ene asked incredulously. “I mean, I’m with you on that killing shouldn’t be the first reaction, but really?”

If you have any other thoughts, would you want to talk about them here? I’m so starved for talking about this series