Checkpoint: Alpha

this new air feels hard to breathe, is this how it's supposed to be? if sweet dreams are made of these then why can't I be sure? Remember to post 3 times if you haven't already to get the RF, yo! Also feel free to keep replies short if that's easier! Perhaps it was simply because of his silence, or perhaps it was because deep down Otem still thought that perhaps Roscorro might eat her, the sap and soil coloured girl caught his nod of approval at both Kiada's suggestion of meeting in the broken city, as well as the idea of meeting every half moon. No one else seemed to have much to say, and so Otem let out a small sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps this self-started trial of gathering everyone together had finally come to an end. Who would have known public speaking could be so exhausting? Just as she was about to say something in closing, Rixen spoke up. Otem, earlier you mentioned the possibility of a serious, unexpected, or dangerous situation arising that would require immediate action. What are we to do in the event of an emergency? Otem's inner monologue in that moment was something like this, Can't one of the adults answer? Wait. Not that. I don't want to be thought of as a child...so maybe just an adult who has been an adult longer than me? Otem's eyes scanned those assembled, but no one seemed to be offering any suggestions. So Otem decided to do something which she might instantly regret. She decided to ask her necklace. "Any ideas?" The girl mumbled to the oak-charm hanging around her neck, closing her lips on the word mom that wanted to settle itself at the end of her question. Silently Otem prayed that the screechy voice would not be the one that answered, but instead the rational voice of her mother. But her wish was not granted. "Maybe you should leave trails of BREADCRUMBS TO FOLLOW." The necklace screeched in a voice that sounded like laughter and nails on a chalkboard. Otem winced, but knew there was nothing she could do to stop the voice now that it had started. "or MAYBE you could cry WEEE WEEEE WEEEEEE all the way home like the little blundering PIGGIES you are." Regretfully, Otem looked around the group wanting to apologize. But before she could, the academic and sterile voice of Isopia suddenly replaced the obnoxious voice which had been previously grating on their ears. "This question underscores the importance of having a formalized system in place. Although beginning a herd might seem merely an exercise in nomenclature, it is not. A herd is an agreement to uphold certain responsibilities - responsibilities precisely like being accountable in a time of need. As you are now, no one here has committed to such an agreement, and, despite being present here, is under no obligation to aid any one else in a time of crisis." The voice fell silent, and Otem waited for it to continue, wanting the voice of her mother to follow up with a, so here is what you need to do suggestion, but it did not. Swallowing, Otem turned her burgundy and gold stare to the group. "So .. I guess even if we aren't a herd yet, it would be good if we at least committed to helping each other out, if we see each other in need?" Otem tried to sound confident and sure of herself, like the voice of her mother had been, but found her gaze wavering slightly as she looked to those assembled. It would be all too easy for them just to say no and walk away at this point. But something about this felt important in some hard to specify way. Or perhaps it was just that Otem didn't want to be alone again. "We aren't a herd yet, I know that. We don't have ranks, or roles, or jobs or anything ... But can we all at least agree to help out if someone is in need? For now anyways, until we have more information?"

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