[OTA] You open the door to a corridor stretching to the left

[fauxbot]

WHO: Chipp and YOU
WHAT: Trials + trying to help w the cold
WHEN: During the event
WHERE: Everywhere, perhaps
WARNINGS: Knowing Chipp? Lots of swearing, discussions of death, the usual.


[A - The Bull]

[Unsurprisingly for those who know him... Chipp's already picked up the lasso and is doing his best to get it spinning. Not because he plans to use it on the bull, no -
He's just playing with it as he thinks. Because, as always, he's basically twelve.]

So... you want me to pin the big fella usin' some o' my magic? We can climb on once I got'im on the ground, I'll stick us on all magnet-like!

[B - The Belt]

... Mm.

[It's just a small noise of recognition as he and his partner walk into the room of mirrors, looking at just who is waiting for him inside of them.
This is something he should have accounted for, really. That one of these trials would be praying on the hardships he's currently going through.
Because in every mirror - alongside whoever his partner's going to have to face - is a reflection of Nenonen, his Nenett, the one he's been so torn up over for the past couple of months... staring at him with their big, bright eyes as always.

And he stares right back, the eye on his screen looking on with exhaustion and melancholy. Purposefully hanging back so as not to activate the mirrors just yet, already opening up the Hammerspace bag he's got strapped to his thigh.]

...

I got some o' them Emotion Candies in my bag if you wanna try it. Ain't used up the ones that hide ya feelin's. Might try that, myself.

[More accurately, the candies mask feelings - those feelings will still be felt, just... they're easier to work through.]

[C - The Pubby]

- Aw, it's a dog...!? I don't wanna hafta fight a dog!

[That's said the instant Chipp and his partner can see what the main objective of this trial is, the big ol' dog standing in the middle of the chamber.
It isn't coming in to attack or anything, and he's grateful for that - even taking a few steps up to offer the dog his hand to smell.

And as the dog leans in with one of its heads to sniff at him, Chipp looks back over his shoulder at who came with him.]

... You think we can back out now? Or would that count as failin'? Or maybe we supposed to do somethin' else...

[D - Fears and scars]

[Into the castle they go, Chipp walking side-by-side with someone else, even as he looks around at the crumbling halls they're walking down... though he stops for a moment, just to take it all in.]

... This one feels like a lot more than just a trial. Somethin'... cold's settlin' in my chest - I dunno what this is.

[Fear. Mortality. Chipp's never truly feared death, even while he was alive, and now that he's both dead and immortal... the fear of death just sounds silly to him.
Yet that's what's filling him up thanks to the castle's effects, spreading like frost in his veins.

Has he noticed he's started glowing? Nope, not in the slightest! But it won't be hard for others to notice, considering it's all of him.]

[E - Icy cold] (closed to rinku)

[Even just on the trip there, Chipp has complained no less than five times about just how cold the temperature is... he's wrapped up in not just his cloak, but he's also gone and gotten himself a fur wrap to go over it, too -
And despite that, he's still complaining about the cold.

With those complains getting worse as they step up to the edge of the lake, of course.]

Ugh... you promise you'll have a fire goin' when I get back out? I feel like my bones are frozen solid...

[Sorry, Rinku. He's basically a gigantic child. But he's a gigantic child who doesn't need to breathe, so unfortunately for him, he's PERFECT for climbing underwater and collecting as much coral as he can carry.]

[F - Toasty warm]

[Is this the stupidest possible thing he could be doing to help those who are sick? Perhaps.
And yet he's still doing it anyway -

That is, at some point while potions are being made, a post hits the network inviting those who are sick to the park for warmth and comfort while everyone waits on the cure...
And that's where Chipp will be, sitting on a blanket with his Crocalor and a sign that reads:
"NOT GOOD AT MAKING POTIONS

I'M 100 F / 38 C
GATOR IS FIRE TYPE AND HE'S OK WITH HUGS
ALSO HAVE SNACKS"

... Sure enough, he's got a picnic basket that his Crocalor's protecting, all filled up with handmade pastries and finger foods.
As for what Chipp's doing? He's just fooling around on his Gameboy, waiting to see if he's needed.]