Post by garamond on Aug 31, 2023 0:28:13 GMT
Ask Miss Gary Issue 7
Entry 1
What is your name?
buntata
What is your occupation?
I am a healer. I am capable of conjuring the elements and nature to assist me in my role as such. I am also an accomplished Herbalist, and Bard within the Druid community.
Pick a scent:
Orange is a scent and oil that I make myself and keep with me at all times, I've found that its scent is able to help calm and recenter me.
What is your question or problem?
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Dear Miss Gary,
I hope this letter finds you well. My name is buntata, and I'm writing to you today in the hopes that you may offer your invaluable assistance in unraveling an enigma that has been haunting my nights.
In the realm of dreams, a recurring vision has taken hold of my subconscious, leaving me both intrigued and deepy unsettled. In this dream, I've found myself amid a small clearing, in a large forrest. The leaves on the trees are massive, and green. Their canopy shadowing the entirety of the forest as far as I can see...except the clearing, which has only a large rock in the middle of it. Amongst the forest there is but only a single creature I can sense. A beautiful white snake, scales shining and cascading in the sun, its eyes as blue as the sky.
I find myself in this serene landscape, where a snake elegantly maneuvers throughout the grass. Yet, it does not feel as though I'm a participant; instead, I watch from above as if detached from my own form. The snake's journey leads from the shelter of the shaded trees, into the warmth of the sun. Traversing the grass until it rests upon the rock in the center of the clearing. It is here that my dream's intrigue deepens. The snake, though basking in the suns comforting embrace, remains station as the rock beneath it gradually turns to scorching-hot.
Oddly, the snake seems impervious to the impending danger, basking in the hot sun, but unable to perceive the pain of its own burning. It's here where the dream ends, as I can visibly see the snake beginning to burn...This dream has caused me great anxiety as its symbolism eludes my understanding, thus its purpose remains veiled.
I seek to find peace within my waking life, to relieve my subconscious of the burden it is currently holding.
Thank you for considering my request.
With respect,
buntata
Entry 2
What is your name? Shoahs
What is your occupation? Visionary
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass LEMONGRASS
What is your question or problem?
Simple open ended question.
"What is the nature of reality?"
Sincerely,
Shoahs!
Entry 3
What is your name? Junsul
What is your occupation? Apothecary
Scent Rose
What is your problem or a question?
I've recently became a father, to my beautiful and a handsome boy, named Junsa. I named him after his grandfather who was a great warrior. I wish my boy grows up healthy, and be courageous and confident in life. With that said, I want to raise my son to be a great warrior just like his grandfather, too! However, I would not mind at all if my son wishes to pursue different path in his life. I will fully support him. The problem is that my father really wants my son to be a warrior in the future, thus he has taken away my baby from me, in order to raise him to be a great warrior from the early age, by micromanaging every aspect of my baby for the next 18 years of his life! My father still let's me come inside his house to see my son, whenever I want, but he won't let me take my son home. How can I convince my dad without offending him that his way is old and should not be tolerated?
thank you.
Junsul
Entry 4
[JohnKim]
In the small coastal town, fishing was more than just a pastime; it was a tradition, a way of life. Among the fishermen was a certain individual known only as the "Silent Angler." Unassuming by day, he could be seen casting his line off the pier, always patient, always observant. Yet, his fishing exploits were not as simple as they seemed.
For the Silent Angler was also an intelligence agent, using the guise of fishing to conceal his true purpose. His fishing lure was not just any lure; it was a custom-designed device, able to intercept and decode secret messages transmitted by hidden enemies. Each cast of the line was a calculated move, a dance between two worlds.
One day, a mysterious figure approached the Silent Angler, handing him a sealed envelope. Inside, a message: "New assignment. Key information to be intercepted at Lake Whisper. Use lure with utmost discretion."
The Silent Angler knew that Lake Whisper was teeming with unique species of fish, each attracted to a specific type of lure. The right lure would not only catch the fish but also intercept the coded message. The wrong choice could expose his secret operation.
Question for Miss Gary:
"Dear Miss Gary,
The scent I choose is Orange.
I find myself facing a conundrum in my life as a fisherman. Recently, I've been assigned to fish at a nearby Lake, known for its elusive and diverse fish species. I need to choose a lure that's just right for a very specific catch, something that requires precision and understanding.
The twist? This isn't just about catching fish. There's something more at stake, something that requires secrecy and finesse. The choice of the lure is more critical than it appears, for it's not just about what I'm trying to catch, but what I'm trying to uncover.
Could you please guide me on which lure I should use for this unique instance, considering both the fish of Lake Whisper and the unseen, delicate task at hand?
Entry 5
What is your name?
-A-
What is your occupation?
-Scribe
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Rose
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
Why are those with high hats allowed to scream words of war, then silence them as if nothing had ever been spoken? Such claims should not be allowed to be spoken of, posted about, or shouted about, in the public, without further explaination. Those who do so are putting kingdoms far and wide, even their own citizens, in a tense position, Everyone is now at the edge of their seats, waiting for -anything- to happen.
-A-
Entry 1
What is your name?
buntata
What is your occupation?
I am a healer. I am capable of conjuring the elements and nature to assist me in my role as such. I am also an accomplished Herbalist, and Bard within the Druid community.
Pick a scent:
Orange is a scent and oil that I make myself and keep with me at all times, I've found that its scent is able to help calm and recenter me.
What is your question or problem?
-you notice this portion is blank, and flip to the next page-
--------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Miss Gary,
I hope this letter finds you well. My name is buntata, and I'm writing to you today in the hopes that you may offer your invaluable assistance in unraveling an enigma that has been haunting my nights.
In the realm of dreams, a recurring vision has taken hold of my subconscious, leaving me both intrigued and deepy unsettled. In this dream, I've found myself amid a small clearing, in a large forrest. The leaves on the trees are massive, and green. Their canopy shadowing the entirety of the forest as far as I can see...except the clearing, which has only a large rock in the middle of it. Amongst the forest there is but only a single creature I can sense. A beautiful white snake, scales shining and cascading in the sun, its eyes as blue as the sky.
I find myself in this serene landscape, where a snake elegantly maneuvers throughout the grass. Yet, it does not feel as though I'm a participant; instead, I watch from above as if detached from my own form. The snake's journey leads from the shelter of the shaded trees, into the warmth of the sun. Traversing the grass until it rests upon the rock in the center of the clearing. It is here that my dream's intrigue deepens. The snake, though basking in the suns comforting embrace, remains station as the rock beneath it gradually turns to scorching-hot.
Oddly, the snake seems impervious to the impending danger, basking in the hot sun, but unable to perceive the pain of its own burning. It's here where the dream ends, as I can visibly see the snake beginning to burn...This dream has caused me great anxiety as its symbolism eludes my understanding, thus its purpose remains veiled.
I seek to find peace within my waking life, to relieve my subconscious of the burden it is currently holding.
Thank you for considering my request.
With respect,
buntata
Entry 2
What is your name? Shoahs
What is your occupation? Visionary
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass LEMONGRASS
What is your question or problem?
Simple open ended question.
"What is the nature of reality?"
Sincerely,
Shoahs!
Entry 3
What is your name? Junsul
What is your occupation? Apothecary
Scent Rose
What is your problem or a question?
I've recently became a father, to my beautiful and a handsome boy, named Junsa. I named him after his grandfather who was a great warrior. I wish my boy grows up healthy, and be courageous and confident in life. With that said, I want to raise my son to be a great warrior just like his grandfather, too! However, I would not mind at all if my son wishes to pursue different path in his life. I will fully support him. The problem is that my father really wants my son to be a warrior in the future, thus he has taken away my baby from me, in order to raise him to be a great warrior from the early age, by micromanaging every aspect of my baby for the next 18 years of his life! My father still let's me come inside his house to see my son, whenever I want, but he won't let me take my son home. How can I convince my dad without offending him that his way is old and should not be tolerated?
thank you.
Junsul
Entry 4
[JohnKim]
In the small coastal town, fishing was more than just a pastime; it was a tradition, a way of life. Among the fishermen was a certain individual known only as the "Silent Angler." Unassuming by day, he could be seen casting his line off the pier, always patient, always observant. Yet, his fishing exploits were not as simple as they seemed.
For the Silent Angler was also an intelligence agent, using the guise of fishing to conceal his true purpose. His fishing lure was not just any lure; it was a custom-designed device, able to intercept and decode secret messages transmitted by hidden enemies. Each cast of the line was a calculated move, a dance between two worlds.
One day, a mysterious figure approached the Silent Angler, handing him a sealed envelope. Inside, a message: "New assignment. Key information to be intercepted at Lake Whisper. Use lure with utmost discretion."
The Silent Angler knew that Lake Whisper was teeming with unique species of fish, each attracted to a specific type of lure. The right lure would not only catch the fish but also intercept the coded message. The wrong choice could expose his secret operation.
Question for Miss Gary:
"Dear Miss Gary,
The scent I choose is Orange.
I find myself facing a conundrum in my life as a fisherman. Recently, I've been assigned to fish at a nearby Lake, known for its elusive and diverse fish species. I need to choose a lure that's just right for a very specific catch, something that requires precision and understanding.
The twist? This isn't just about catching fish. There's something more at stake, something that requires secrecy and finesse. The choice of the lure is more critical than it appears, for it's not just about what I'm trying to catch, but what I'm trying to uncover.
Could you please guide me on which lure I should use for this unique instance, considering both the fish of Lake Whisper and the unseen, delicate task at hand?
Entry 5
What is your name?
-A-
What is your occupation?
-Scribe
Pick a scent: Rose, orange, or lemongrass
Rose
What is your question or problem?
(Please provide any background information that may apply.)
Why are those with high hats allowed to scream words of war, then silence them as if nothing had ever been spoken? Such claims should not be allowed to be spoken of, posted about, or shouted about, in the public, without further explaination. Those who do so are putting kingdoms far and wide, even their own citizens, in a tense position, Everyone is now at the edge of their seats, waiting for -anything- to happen.
-A-