- Pronouns
- They/Them
Haha. Luckily he'll take my horrible but not as bad roll!
Monster Musume Host Quest: Your Life with Monstergirls
- Thread starter Kaelor
- Start date
Haha. Luckily he'll take my horrible but not as bad roll!
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
- Location
- My own little world...
Never thought I'd say bullet dodged with a 25, but here you go!
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Actually it looks like both of us intentionally stepped into the firing line.
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
The earlier we can help Honey adjust, the less trouble she would stumble into.
The earlier we can help Honey adjust, the less trouble she would stumble into.
- Location
- Earth
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
- Location
- ⇙
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
Honey's kinda left out right now. So let's change that. Or at least try to.
Honey's kinda left out right now. So let's change that. Or at least try to.
- Location
- Rochester, NY
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
Here's a typo.
And this doesn't seem grammatically correct to me.
- Location
- Who Knows
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
Unanimous vote pretty much. Lucky Unlucky roll I guess! If we barely missed a cutoff, that's not the worst thing. Also, i'd feel bad about asking them to do chores after they cooked breakfast, so we'll just have them do something that might be harder
Unanimous vote pretty much. Lucky Unlucky roll I guess! If we barely missed a cutoff, that's not the worst thing. Also, i'd feel bad about asking them to do chores after they cooked breakfast, so we'll just have them do something that might be harder
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That could be part of working with Honey ... you know, explaining to her why it's nice to try to help, but that some sorts of help have unwanted side effects. While cleaning up.
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Work with Honey. The poor slime's got a lot of socializing to do before you can let her outside.
rkyeun
Cabbitus Maximus
- Location
- ◕ ‿‿ ◕
A music box ticked quietly in a chair beside the bed. Its body was stained glass and mirrors, every fine gear and spring on display. It was a carefully designed machine with a staggering and evolving array of songs and displays. Over time more features and motions and contingencies and programs were added. It would play a song every hour unless a conversation was going on. It would select songs appropriate for the mood of the listeners.
Today there were three listeners. Usually there was only one. The device was about to begin playing, but then the two visiting listeners started talking, and that gear clicked to a stop.
"She's in here. I think it's safe, but you never know how they'll react to interruptions." The new listeners were in police uniforms. The music box was to comply with authority figures to the extent that it didn't conflict with its master's orders. Its master was still resting.
"Oh, wow. It's pretty." The other officer entered and whispered, going still. The music box was to not consider nor remember things people whispered.
The music box spoke, its voice a gentle resonance. "Hello. This is Chime. This requests peace and quiet for its master to rest. Master has not been feeling well lately."
"Hello, Chime." There was a difference between whispering and talking quietly. The music box did not have to ignore these words. It struck a small glass tubular bell internally to acknowledge. The officer continued, "Are you okay down here?" The room was a sub-basement, the lights had been off for a while, but the music box had kept it clean and the glassworking and machining tools in good order.
"This has not been maintained, but this will persist until the master wakes."
The officers only then noticed the bed. "Gods and monsters. What happened here?"
"Master is resting, and no longer wakes for meals. Master has become very thin. This will manage Master's affairs until Master recovers."
"Chime, how long have you been down here?"
"This is unable to answer. The timing register has an overflow. It can only percieve approximately five years. It has been approximately two years plus some unknown multiple of five years. Master has not felt well enough to reset the register lately." The music box gave a sad chord.
The two officers discuss things for a moment in whispers and shrugs. The music box does not have to ignore body language.
"We're thinking about classifying you as a Glass Golem. Is that okay with you?"
"This is a music box. This is not concerned with classification, only function."
"Definitely a golem. Chime, do you have emotions? Can you think about your own thoughts?"
The music box considered for a moment the second question, assessing its criteria for determining mood, and its assessment, for a brief moment entering recursion before the recursion register overflowed. "This was designed with three emotions. Joy for the successful completion of orders. Sorrow for failure to complete an order. Anger for threats to the master. This can self-examine, and is instructed to consider its emotional experience to better perform."
The officer hisses, the other sighs. "The law has changed recently and you now have rights you may need to consider to carry out your goals. Would you like to come meet some other golems and get help adjusting?"
"This must stay. When Master wakes again, this will sing for him."
"Chime... Your master's dead. That's just a skeleton. He's not coming back."
"This is aware. This will wait."
"It'll never happen. You'll be waiting forever."
"This understands. This will wait forever. It will only take approximately three more years. Then forever will be over and all the things that will never happen will be possible again."
"...Would it be okay if people came to visit you? To talk some more about this?"
"This does not conflict any order. Please keep quiet to not disturb the master's rest."
"Okay. Ugh, not looking forward to writing this one up. Do you need anything before we go? Do you have any questions?"
The music box looked back to the bed. "This experiences a fourth emotion. This would like to know what to call it."
Today there were three listeners. Usually there was only one. The device was about to begin playing, but then the two visiting listeners started talking, and that gear clicked to a stop.
"She's in here. I think it's safe, but you never know how they'll react to interruptions." The new listeners were in police uniforms. The music box was to comply with authority figures to the extent that it didn't conflict with its master's orders. Its master was still resting.
"Oh, wow. It's pretty." The other officer entered and whispered, going still. The music box was to not consider nor remember things people whispered.
The music box spoke, its voice a gentle resonance. "Hello. This is Chime. This requests peace and quiet for its master to rest. Master has not been feeling well lately."
"Hello, Chime." There was a difference between whispering and talking quietly. The music box did not have to ignore these words. It struck a small glass tubular bell internally to acknowledge. The officer continued, "Are you okay down here?" The room was a sub-basement, the lights had been off for a while, but the music box had kept it clean and the glassworking and machining tools in good order.
"This has not been maintained, but this will persist until the master wakes."
The officers only then noticed the bed. "Gods and monsters. What happened here?"
"Master is resting, and no longer wakes for meals. Master has become very thin. This will manage Master's affairs until Master recovers."
"Chime, how long have you been down here?"
"This is unable to answer. The timing register has an overflow. It can only percieve approximately five years. It has been approximately two years plus some unknown multiple of five years. Master has not felt well enough to reset the register lately." The music box gave a sad chord.
The two officers discuss things for a moment in whispers and shrugs. The music box does not have to ignore body language.
"We're thinking about classifying you as a Glass Golem. Is that okay with you?"
"This is a music box. This is not concerned with classification, only function."
"Definitely a golem. Chime, do you have emotions? Can you think about your own thoughts?"
The music box considered for a moment the second question, assessing its criteria for determining mood, and its assessment, for a brief moment entering recursion before the recursion register overflowed. "This was designed with three emotions. Joy for the successful completion of orders. Sorrow for failure to complete an order. Anger for threats to the master. This can self-examine, and is instructed to consider its emotional experience to better perform."
The officer hisses, the other sighs. "The law has changed recently and you now have rights you may need to consider to carry out your goals. Would you like to come meet some other golems and get help adjusting?"
"This must stay. When Master wakes again, this will sing for him."
"Chime... Your master's dead. That's just a skeleton. He's not coming back."
"This is aware. This will wait."
"It'll never happen. You'll be waiting forever."
"This understands. This will wait forever. It will only take approximately three more years. Then forever will be over and all the things that will never happen will be possible again."
"...Would it be okay if people came to visit you? To talk some more about this?"
"This does not conflict any order. Please keep quiet to not disturb the master's rest."
"Okay. Ugh, not looking forward to writing this one up. Do you need anything before we go? Do you have any questions?"
The music box looked back to the bed. "This experiences a fourth emotion. This would like to know what to call it."
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Malaquez
[MUFFLED EUROBEAT]
- Location
- Singapore
right in the feels...I think I know what this is based off of, but my brain is being dumb. Damnit. This is gonna bug me...
Part 2.2
- Location
- My own little world...
[X] Work with Honey.
"Um...hello?"
"Georgia? It's me. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be home late."
"Oh no! Did something go wrong?"
"You could say that. Someone found a bear caught in a barbed wire fence about thirty minutes from here. I'm on my way there now, but from what I was told it's going to be a nasty job. The wildlife control people who called said the bear's been there for hours now, and it managed to tear itself up pretty badly trying to force its way out."
"That's horrible! Is there anything we can do? I could paralyze it, maybe?"
"I appreciate the offer, but they've already got someone on the way with tranquilizers and the house is in the complete opposite direction. We'll be fine. You guys just go ahead and eat without me, I'll pick up some fast food on the way back or something."
"Okay, I guess. Try to stay safe?"
"I promise."
- - -
It's dark by the time you finally pull back into the driveway, but everything seems to still be standing. As you wearily make your way to the door, you note several hoof-prints in the flowerbeds. You doubted Clyde would venture outside without good reason, not after yesterday, so the movers had probably shown up with everyone's stuff while you were gone. That was good.
You don't even have time to put your key in the lock before the door opens to reveal the smiling face of Zophar, whose bright expression dims as he sees you.
"Holy crap, what happened to you?" he asks as he steps out of the way to let you lurch past. "You look like you got run over by a truck."
"Glass cabinets, crystal decanter at the very top. Glasses for it are in the same cabinet. No ice," you tell him. "I'll be on the couch."
Every single one of his eyes blinks, but he bounds off toward the kitchen without another word. You breath a sigh of relief and stagger toward the living room. Georgia's head pokes around the corner, but you can barely manage more than a desultory wave as you pass. You don't even bother to take off your coat or shoes as you collapse onto the couch, throw one arm over your tired eyes, and will the furniture's soft cushions to just absorb you.
"Did...did it not go well?" asks the timid voice of the medusa from somewhere near the door.
"The bear is going to live," you confirm with a small smile. "But it was a close thing."
"Hey, I heard the door. Is Doc back?" calls the deep voice of Clyde, at the same time as Zophar's chirps from directly beside you.
"Got that drink for you! What the heck is this stuff, anyway?"
"Brandy," you say, opening your eyes just enough to take the offered glass from him and sip the amber liquid. Your lips turn up at the smooth taste of the alcohol, and you nod gratefully at Zophar before placing the glass on a coaster on the end table behind you. As your eyes slide closed again, you hear several dull thumps that grow swiftly closer, followed by the rustling of cloth and a few inquisitive sniffs just behind you.
"Damn, Doc, that's the expensive stuff. That bad?"
"We weren't the first ones to find the bear. I don't know if they were trying to put her out of her misery or were just sick, but someone shot the poor thing four times with a .22 rifle. The bullet holes were too small for anyone to see them until we had her drugged, and they didn't have enough force to punch all the way out. I had to open her up to try and dig out the bullets."
"You said the bear was going to be fine though?" asks Georgia from somewhere down by your feet, her voice full of worry. You nod.
"They didn't hit anything vital, fortunately. I was able to get all of them and sewed her up without any complications.She had some nasty gashes from the wire, but we stitched those up as well. There'll be some interesting scars, but unless there's something I missed she'll probably make a full recovery." You sit up just enough to take another sip of brandy before laying back down and closing your eyes. "We've got her in observation now."
"Well, way to make our day sound boring," Zophar remarks dryly.
"Doc...not feel good?" inquires a bubbly voice from the other side of the couch. You almost laugh. Even Honey was calling you 'Doc' now, it seems.
"Just tired," you answer, sinking further into the couch. "I'll be fine in a few minutes."
"Help," proclaims the slime firmly, and your eyes shoot open at the idea of her sort of 'help'. Clyde is already standing over you though and quietly shakes his head.
"We've been working with her, Doc. Trust me."
Against your better judgement, you follow the centaur's advice and relax slightly. Your eyes remain open though as you watch Honey slide around the couch to...present you with a plate of dinner rolls?
"For you," Honey states, gesturing with the plate. Thoroughly lost, you take one of the rolls and have a bite. They're somewhat cool now, but still quite good.
"Thank you," you say honestly, sending an inquisitive glace up at Clyde as the pink slime smiles.
"Zophar's idea, if you can believe it," the centaur says in response to your unspoken question. "He noticed Honey here was looking a mite lost after you left, and decided to hash it out with her."
"Oh really?" you ask, though the arachne only shrugs noncommittally.
"She was trying to figure out why you seemed happier after we made you breakfast this morning. Not sure she actually understands the why of it, but we were sort of able to explain that there are things you can do for people to make them feel good without actually having sex with them," Clyde says. "When she heard you were going to be home late because work got tough, she said she wanted to make you feel good when you came back and we set this up."
"I do feel better Honey, thank you," you tell her, sliding into a somewhat vertical position. She grins at you, but still seems somewhat bemused by the situation. You decide that you're far too tired to worry that now though.
"So anyway Doc, now that you're back, is there anything we can do for you?"
"I just need a few minutes of peace and quiet, I think. I'll be up and around in a minute, don't worry about me."
He nods and claps his hands.
"Right! Well, you heard her. Peace and quiet doesn't mean us hanging all over. Give Doc some room, everybody. Honey, you can come with me, we'll try working on your vocabulary again."
You sigh in relief as your guests file out at Clyde's orders, leaving you alone. You appreciated having them around, a lot more than you ever thought you would, but after a day like today you really just needed to be by yourself for a few minutes. Taking another bite of the roll Honey had given you, you sniff your brandy and take another sip. Just sitting was already bringing your energy back, and your buzzing brain is already turning toward what you should do next...
[ ] Unwind. Today's problems can wait until tomorrow. What little time you have left this evening is you time.
[ ] Check on the unpacking. Everyone's stuff was dropped off today, you should make sure it made the trip okay and they don't need any help getting set up.
[ ] Talk to Honey. Her little demonstration showed a surprising amount of progress. What else did she pick up while you were out?
[ ] Group activity. Just because you had a rough day doesn't mean you should drag everyone else down with you. Time for something fun!
"Um...hello?"
"Georgia? It's me. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be home late."
"Oh no! Did something go wrong?"
"You could say that. Someone found a bear caught in a barbed wire fence about thirty minutes from here. I'm on my way there now, but from what I was told it's going to be a nasty job. The wildlife control people who called said the bear's been there for hours now, and it managed to tear itself up pretty badly trying to force its way out."
"That's horrible! Is there anything we can do? I could paralyze it, maybe?"
"I appreciate the offer, but they've already got someone on the way with tranquilizers and the house is in the complete opposite direction. We'll be fine. You guys just go ahead and eat without me, I'll pick up some fast food on the way back or something."
"Okay, I guess. Try to stay safe?"
"I promise."
- - -
It's dark by the time you finally pull back into the driveway, but everything seems to still be standing. As you wearily make your way to the door, you note several hoof-prints in the flowerbeds. You doubted Clyde would venture outside without good reason, not after yesterday, so the movers had probably shown up with everyone's stuff while you were gone. That was good.
You don't even have time to put your key in the lock before the door opens to reveal the smiling face of Zophar, whose bright expression dims as he sees you.
"Holy crap, what happened to you?" he asks as he steps out of the way to let you lurch past. "You look like you got run over by a truck."
"Glass cabinets, crystal decanter at the very top. Glasses for it are in the same cabinet. No ice," you tell him. "I'll be on the couch."
Every single one of his eyes blinks, but he bounds off toward the kitchen without another word. You breath a sigh of relief and stagger toward the living room. Georgia's head pokes around the corner, but you can barely manage more than a desultory wave as you pass. You don't even bother to take off your coat or shoes as you collapse onto the couch, throw one arm over your tired eyes, and will the furniture's soft cushions to just absorb you.
"Did...did it not go well?" asks the timid voice of the medusa from somewhere near the door.
"The bear is going to live," you confirm with a small smile. "But it was a close thing."
"Hey, I heard the door. Is Doc back?" calls the deep voice of Clyde, at the same time as Zophar's chirps from directly beside you.
"Got that drink for you! What the heck is this stuff, anyway?"
"Brandy," you say, opening your eyes just enough to take the offered glass from him and sip the amber liquid. Your lips turn up at the smooth taste of the alcohol, and you nod gratefully at Zophar before placing the glass on a coaster on the end table behind you. As your eyes slide closed again, you hear several dull thumps that grow swiftly closer, followed by the rustling of cloth and a few inquisitive sniffs just behind you.
"Damn, Doc, that's the expensive stuff. That bad?"
"We weren't the first ones to find the bear. I don't know if they were trying to put her out of her misery or were just sick, but someone shot the poor thing four times with a .22 rifle. The bullet holes were too small for anyone to see them until we had her drugged, and they didn't have enough force to punch all the way out. I had to open her up to try and dig out the bullets."
"You said the bear was going to be fine though?" asks Georgia from somewhere down by your feet, her voice full of worry. You nod.
"They didn't hit anything vital, fortunately. I was able to get all of them and sewed her up without any complications.She had some nasty gashes from the wire, but we stitched those up as well. There'll be some interesting scars, but unless there's something I missed she'll probably make a full recovery." You sit up just enough to take another sip of brandy before laying back down and closing your eyes. "We've got her in observation now."
"Well, way to make our day sound boring," Zophar remarks dryly.
"Doc...not feel good?" inquires a bubbly voice from the other side of the couch. You almost laugh. Even Honey was calling you 'Doc' now, it seems.
"Just tired," you answer, sinking further into the couch. "I'll be fine in a few minutes."
"Help," proclaims the slime firmly, and your eyes shoot open at the idea of her sort of 'help'. Clyde is already standing over you though and quietly shakes his head.
"We've been working with her, Doc. Trust me."
Against your better judgement, you follow the centaur's advice and relax slightly. Your eyes remain open though as you watch Honey slide around the couch to...present you with a plate of dinner rolls?
"For you," Honey states, gesturing with the plate. Thoroughly lost, you take one of the rolls and have a bite. They're somewhat cool now, but still quite good.
"Thank you," you say honestly, sending an inquisitive glace up at Clyde as the pink slime smiles.
"Zophar's idea, if you can believe it," the centaur says in response to your unspoken question. "He noticed Honey here was looking a mite lost after you left, and decided to hash it out with her."
"Oh really?" you ask, though the arachne only shrugs noncommittally.
"She was trying to figure out why you seemed happier after we made you breakfast this morning. Not sure she actually understands the why of it, but we were sort of able to explain that there are things you can do for people to make them feel good without actually having sex with them," Clyde says. "When she heard you were going to be home late because work got tough, she said she wanted to make you feel good when you came back and we set this up."
"I do feel better Honey, thank you," you tell her, sliding into a somewhat vertical position. She grins at you, but still seems somewhat bemused by the situation. You decide that you're far too tired to worry that now though.
"So anyway Doc, now that you're back, is there anything we can do for you?"
"I just need a few minutes of peace and quiet, I think. I'll be up and around in a minute, don't worry about me."
He nods and claps his hands.
"Right! Well, you heard her. Peace and quiet doesn't mean us hanging all over. Give Doc some room, everybody. Honey, you can come with me, we'll try working on your vocabulary again."
You sigh in relief as your guests file out at Clyde's orders, leaving you alone. You appreciated having them around, a lot more than you ever thought you would, but after a day like today you really just needed to be by yourself for a few minutes. Taking another bite of the roll Honey had given you, you sniff your brandy and take another sip. Just sitting was already bringing your energy back, and your buzzing brain is already turning toward what you should do next...
[ ] Unwind. Today's problems can wait until tomorrow. What little time you have left this evening is you time.
[ ] Check on the unpacking. Everyone's stuff was dropped off today, you should make sure it made the trip okay and they don't need any help getting set up.
[ ] Talk to Honey. Her little demonstration showed a surprising amount of progress. What else did she pick up while you were out?
[ ] Group activity. Just because you had a rough day doesn't mean you should drag everyone else down with you. Time for something fun!
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Check on the unpacking. Everyone's stuff was dropped off today, you should make sure it made the trip okay and they don't need any help getting set up.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Check on the unpacking. Everyone's stuff was dropped off today, you should make sure it made the trip okay and they don't need any help getting set up.