bathroom;
Okay... Okay. What the hell is going on?

[ Congratulations, a petite blonde woman has arrived in your bathroom! Which one? Yours, duh. If you're stuck in the lower suite, she is sputtering water as she shares your shower; if she's in a higher suite, she is crouched behind a toilet as though it will provide her cover. (It might. Cannot emphasize this enough: she is tiny.)

No matter who she might encounter first, her first reaction is the same: her eyes narrow, she covers her chest with her arms, and she hisses. ]

Who in the fuck are you?

reception;
— And if this is standard fucking protocol for this whorehouse you think you've got under control, I've known members of the honored Smiths who could coordinate better half-lobotomized, and they're arguably the worst nobility of all time, they'd be better off having piss in their veins than noble blood, but even that would be better than whatever you decided to gargle for breakfast this morning you absolute incompetent roach dung, you fetid corpse of a leprosy-ridden ox, I'll bet your mother passed away from sheer disappointment as soon as she passed you from her bowels —

[ Guess who's blaming Steve? In a shrill, mildly untethered yowl, *Mute is giving Steve, or whoever is at the desk trying to do their job, every last piece of her mind she has left. (Not many, to be honest. She left her world in a bad way.) She is barefoot, her braids are unpinned and wiggling with every outburst that explodes from her. Yes. She is truly... A Karen.

If the bystanders are not the type to intervene, *Mute will eventually huff, tighten her robe around her waist, and flounce back to her cot. If she catches literally anyone staring, she will narrow her eyes into blue rage lasers and point them directly into their skull. ]

What?

rose thorn's curse;
[ *Mute is much more tolerable as a sleeping beauty next to the roses she made the mistake of sniffing. What? Roses are nice, she could use a nice thing or two after that disaster of a welcome. But, well, she is truly a victim of the consequences of her own actions, even if she was literally doing nothing to the staff this time.

Anyway: tiny blond woman asleep in the grass next to the roses, hair still in long braids, now dressed in a very modest long skirt and the closest wrap top in style to a jeogeori she could find, feet in a pair of mismatched purple sandals, the first thing she could find at the clothing supply that didn't look completely bizarre. Give her a kiss? She can and will lose her shit about it, but at least you tried. ]

pearberry;
Hey, you.

[ *Mute calls from her seat under this tree, her skirt filled with fruit that she's gathered. It's a long skirt; it's a lot of fruit. She fumbles around her little pile, grabs a fruit — pearapple or peaplumto — and tosses it to the person she just hailed. ]

Eat that. You look too skinny.

[ ... She will say this regardless of her new friend's actual build. Looks like she's had a pearapple herself. ]

the butterfly dome; 18+ only;
[ *Mute's found herself in more dire straits here. As soon as she spots another person in the garden with her, she runs right up to them, panting, and grabs them by the wrist, tugging them back toward where she's pretty sure she last saw the exit. ]

Get out of here. D-Don't put anything in your mouth. Dew's poisoned. I think.

[ Her mouth is so, so dry. So far, there are maybe 4 perks to having a human body to, like, 800 downsides, and she really, really hates those numbers. ]

the blooming disease;
[ *Mute sits in the very corner of the room she has been told to stay in with this stranger until she copulates. She hates that! A lot! She stares, dark bruises under her eyes, expression stubborn and stormy. Torrential, even. She refuses to sit on the bed. There is a corner, so in the corner she stays. She hates it here. Eventually she coughs, coughs again, and spits out a pink petal to the side. After a moment, she scrunches her nose, reaches out with her sleeve, and picks up the petal, wiping up the spit before returning to fetal position.

She turns properly to her partner after that little episode. Maybe that was just shitty and pathetic enough that she has changed her mind about being stoic about all this. ]

Hey, you. What's your name?

[ Hello! Just to reiterate what I stated about *Mute on the EMP meme: while I love her, I think she's great, and she can be very affectionate as a person, she is highly bigoted, especially in terms of sexuality, gender, and womanhood. For the purposes of this meme, I will attempt to tone down these elements of her personality, but moving forward, if you see her and decide that she is not for you, please get in contact with me via DM! I do not have an opt-out/DNI post for her just yet, but she will need one, and I will be happy to add your characters onto it once I've made it.

Otherwise, open to gen and 18+ prompts alike! ]