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intofireforever[The video function turns on, and Laura can be seen to have painted some sort of yellow pigment, probably just paint of some kind, across her upper face and chest (which is bare, by the way, aside from a few beaded necklaces--it's a good thing she had her 18th birthday this summer, or this would have taken on a whole new level of creepy). A black pigment is smeared across the area of her nose and mouth, and she's wearing a pair of Laura's bigger, gaudier turquoise earrings (oh, the 80s, how we all love them). An orange scarf is bound around her hair, to keep it back, and she's wearing one of Laura's more provocative skirts (having slit it up both sides, for easier movement.]
This body is...strange. As though it has been sapped of the proper colors, and yet somehow...beautiful, in its own strange and ugly way. I could have fared far worse.
[Sorry, Goddess, but you're in the body of a rather pale blonde chick. Needless to say, this isn't Laura anymore. Say hello to Tlazolteotl (Sacred Filth Eater; also known as She Who Eats Filth/Sin, The Death Caused By Lust, and She of Two Faces), the goddess of a dual nature. She's not only the deity of vice, filth, sexual misdeeds, and sexually-transmitted diseases, but also purification, steam baths and midwives. She both inspires sexual misdeeds, and cleanses the souls of those who engage in them. Essentially, she's Laura, on supernatural steroids and to the power of 100.]
And it is not as strange as this thing I speak through. I do not understand the workings of it. [But she knows how to use it, now, by seeing her brethren do it. She spreads her arms in a sort of welcoming gesture.]
Hearken unto me, dwellers of this place, and seek the company of another. Revel in your lechery, now, and enjoy it without fear, for when you seek me, you shall be forgiven and purified.
This body is...strange. As though it has been sapped of the proper colors, and yet somehow...beautiful, in its own strange and ugly way. I could have fared far worse.
[Sorry, Goddess, but you're in the body of a rather pale blonde chick. Needless to say, this isn't Laura anymore. Say hello to Tlazolteotl (Sacred Filth Eater; also known as She Who Eats Filth/Sin, The Death Caused By Lust, and She of Two Faces), the goddess of a dual nature. She's not only the deity of vice, filth, sexual misdeeds, and sexually-transmitted diseases, but also purification, steam baths and midwives. She both inspires sexual misdeeds, and cleanses the souls of those who engage in them. Essentially, she's Laura, on supernatural steroids and to the power of 100.]
And it is not as strange as this thing I speak through. I do not understand the workings of it. [But she knows how to use it, now, by seeing her brethren do it. She spreads her arms in a sort of welcoming gesture.]
Hearken unto me, dwellers of this place, and seek the company of another. Revel in your lechery, now, and enjoy it without fear, for when you seek me, you shall be forgiven and purified.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:01 am (UTC)Perhaps I will accompany you. I wish to see more of this place.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:07 am (UTC)Maybe you can show me how not to fall down the fucking stairs, eh?
[It was almost a joke. Can you make a joke with a goddess? Maybe.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:12 am (UTC)You are troubled by stairs?
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:13 am (UTC)[He shrugged,] Big feet, I guess.
[He was starting to think they should build a slide. Maybe that'd be a bit too like a theme park.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:20 am (UTC)Shall we go? I imagine there is much to experience.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:31 am (UTC)Yeah, d'you wanna go see the deck? It's pretty cool up there.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:35 am (UTC)I would like that very much. You say it is cold there?
[Slang's not really a divine trend, sadly.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:38 am (UTC)Nah, nah, I meant, it's nice up there.
[He reached the bottom of the stairs and glared at them. Let her go first. Maybe there's a technique.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:46 am (UTC)[Tlazolteotl mounts the stairs, rising on the balls of her feet as if she were wearing high heels, so that only the front of her feet touch the stairs. Hopefully this will teach Paddy how to climb them, and that good will outweigh the bad of Paddy climbing up after her when Aztec women don't know what the fuck panties are.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:49 am (UTC)Say, I don't suppose you know why you're here, do you?
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:57 am (UTC)I was called here. By whom, and for what reason, I do not know.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 01:59 am (UTC)I see. Anyone else you've met that you know, or not?
[He's still fumbling up the stairs. Damn, his hand hurts.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:03 am (UTC)[Fucking communicators, how do they work?]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:04 am (UTC)[Well, unless you were from 2010 like Paddy, and very technology literate. Then they were just kinda standard.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:07 am (UTC)Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:08 am (UTC)Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:12 am (UTC)[As they come near the top of the stairs, she stops and steps aside to let Paddy take the lead.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:15 am (UTC)Huh. This is weird.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 02:19 am (UTC)This is scarcely different from what I have always known.
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 09:35 am (UTC)Ah, figures. So... um, what usually goes on in this kinda place?
spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-08 09:59 am (UTC)There, the ball game called Ullamaliztli is played. It is a sacred game of skill, fast and complicated, one which mirrors the eternal conflict between day and night. The winners are greatly honored, and sent to join me and my brethren in Tonatiuhichan.
[OOC: I'm going with the theory that it's the winners who were sacrificed, because it just makes more sense with the whole "sacrifice is an honor" principle.]
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-09 01:35 pm (UTC)Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-09 11:00 pm (UTC)Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-09 11:09 pm (UTC)See, I prefer football. Which doesn't tend to involve skulls. Don't you have any games like that?
Re: spamtime.
Date: 2011-01-09 11:19 pm (UTC)Re: spamtime.
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