[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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[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.