[intro + halloween event = FUN; open to everyone; takes place everywhere]

[caudacious]

Leaving this place wasn't going to work, Hermes could already tell. He was attuned to travel, to roads and to boundaries, to liminal spaces, and every bit of that was telling him this place was a loop.

So he didn't even really bother checking to see if he was right. He didn't have to check to see if any of the other gods were here, either; as official messenger, he could locate them pretty easily, and from here? It felt like they were nowhere.

...Which was just creepy, really. Creepier than his own currently implike form, even though he was a little unsettled by the fact that he couldn't just change himself back to normal.

But all that, like being stuck here or missing his sandals, too, it was all something he could take time to deal with. He could be patient, and he had the time to be; immortality had a lot of perks. So he set to exploring the island and the castle grounds, or started to, at least. If he ran into someone by the lake, or in the courtyard, or the halls, or in one of the castle's odd rooms through the many random doors (it wouldn't take him long to notice that he wasn't exactly able to nail the geography of this pad down)... or anywhere else, it might answer a few more of his questions if he stopped to chat.

Besides, feeling so alone here was just nutty, and not in a great way.

[OOC: For the Halloween event, Hermes is in his imp form, complete with sharper glasses. He still has his toga and his caduceus, but is currently missing his winged sandals and hat. EVERYONE COME BOTHER HIM, HE IS FRIENDLY AND ALSO EVERYWHERE.]

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[itstheend]

One of the rooms has tapestries lining the walls, faded with age and the sun streaming through large windows to the point of illegibility. It's relatively out-of-the-way, insomuch as you can say that of a place that regularly shifts it's geography, and it's here Chara's chosen to practice magic, a small skeleton sitting crosslegged in one of the dark patches.

Currently all their focus is on the small, bright white upwards-pointing isoceles triangle cupped in their hands, bent on maintaining it as it flickers and distorts, clearly expending a great deal of effort in doing so.

They're so engaged in this goal that they won't notice him immediately.

it is just fine! :D

[caudacious]

The tapestries, if legible, might have made this room interesting enough, but as it was, Hermes might have passed right through it if not for the skeleton.

Even as a... not Underworld deity, but let's say, deity with Underworld connections... Hermes wasn't used to Spooky Scary Skeletons™ down there; he dealt with spirits, and he mostly stopped at the boatman, anyway, passing souls off to Chiron. But he was used to monsters, of a sort, and this didn't give him much pause.

In fact, he stopped in his flight and hovered there for a few moments, watching the little floating energy triangle with interest, before speaking up. "Hey, that is one neat trick."

[itstheend]

Chara's concentration shatters, and so does the bullet, although thankfully the pieces lose coherence and fall out of existence before they hit anything. Chara themselves tries not to let how badly they were just jarred show.

"Do you mind!?"

So much for that. How long has he been there!? Has he just been watching them this whole time!?

[dustless]

Now that they've got wings, getting down to the lake's a lot easier--and it's a bit of a confidence-boost, being able to just fly over it instead of trying their luck with a boat that'll probably sink.

In fact, that's exactly what they're doing when they come across each other; skipping from one disappointingly-muddy lake island to another, and then nearly landing facefirst into one when they spot a similar shape to theirs in the distance.

[caudacious]

None of the islands have anyone, or much of anything, on them, and Hermes has just about decided to go explore the castle proper when he spots someone else flying around out there.

He slowed instead of zipping right over, not wanting to startle the figure too much, but even Hermes's 'slow' was pretty fast, and it only took him a few moments to get close enough to see Frisk clearly. They seemed young, a little implike themself, and Hermes had to wonder if it had something to do with why he was stuck in this form.

He just hovered there, close enough to talk but not breaking Frisk's space bubble, hopefully, little batwings flapping. "Guess I'm not the only one who thought I'd take a look around. You just show up here, too?"

[dustless]

They land properly, at least, only wincing a little when their hoof sinks into the mud. They'd usually not care, but it's weird when they can sort of feel it crawling up and getting over their leg fur like that. It'd mat if they weren't careful.

"Um...yeah. But not...I mean, you're new, I bet? And I've been here for a long time. D'you normally look like that?" They gesture to his wings and tail with their hand--and also tail, not quite realizing it.

[bokor]

Everything about the place so far was bizarre, but nothing has made Facilier fear for his life, yet. Still, he was sensing a definite theme with all this skeletal-demonic-marionette-origami-monster stuff, so it wasn't a surprise to see yet someone else who looked 'monstrous', for lack of a better term. Frisk had said as much and Facilier was very good at paying attention to things that mattered to him personally.

Things that might end up costing, he was still learning about, so he approached Hermes in the courtyard without much hesitation by now.

"Hey there, stranger." He was emboldened by how many times that kind of approach had worked rather than gotten him bitten, jaded to the idea of nonhuman entities already before he came, but growing more used to non-lwa all the time. "Ain't seen you around before. Are you new?"

Leading with that was best, rather than confessing that he himself was fresh off the boat.

drags myself bacl onto aaron... HELLO

[exuviiated]

His feet-- hooves, now, don't fit into his shoes, so he's clacking through the stone-laid halls and trying not to track dirt everywhere.

He's got more than hooves, too. Sometime during the night a few days ago, he'd sprouted the shaggy lower body of a goat, horns, and a tail. After a few frantic hours of finding a mirror and then finding scissors, he has notably less shaggy (but still furry and weirdly-jointed) legs. And then pants don't fit, so he's stuck wearing shorts with a scissor-cut hole for his tail. One he doesn't seem to have much control over, either.
He finally comes out during the night, sorely hoping that he's not the only one to be weirdly changed.

Oh, great, a little demon. Imp. Thing.

"Hey there!" A little too chipper, but alright. "You too?"