cfuw 142: limbo.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[you are locked in a small room underground with no air conditioning and several TVs with video feeds to the game.

enjoy.]

Comments

[runstowardsfire]

Yes. We can channel that anger into more productive things.

[One of the few benefits of wolf games is that she hears less of people's unvoiced thoughts and swear words.]

[meteorstorm]

Which, currently, is to try to not go stark raving mad in this place while we wait.

[runstowardsfire]

I'm keeping track of the game and solving the clues when they find them--but there are long intervals in between.

You could think up of some game for your friend?

[meteorstorm]

I don't really know what else I can do to keep her distracted.

[runstowardsfire]

[Um, it's been a while since she's considered herself a young girl . . .]

We used to run run around outside and get all mucky when we were younger. But girls also do things like . . . hair-braiding, hop-scotch and making doll clothes

[meteorstorm]

Running around outside doesn't seem to be much of an option. The other stuff . . . unless materials magically appear for that, we're basically out of luck.

[ I can barely do girls my own age how am I supposed to work with twelve-year-olds ]

[runstowardsfire]

[No magically appearing pandas for us. Also, it will get cramp in here.]

You have hair.

[meteorstorm]

[ and then I will have a tiny permanently attached to me. and possibly a schoolmate :| ]

. . . I do.

[runstowardsfire]

[well, at least you know them.]

She can braid your hair if she's bored. I only have enough bootlaces for the simpler cat's cradles after that.

[meteorstorm]

[ the loli I met when I got here and the goth is . . . well, Tomoko-chan ]

. . . I guess it's worth a shot. No chance for a deck of cards, huh?

[runstowardsfire]

[So that's the girl who might be a witch . . .]

I don't have any--some of the senior witches carry them around in case they get bored. Perhaps the others have a deck?

[If they do, then we can practice our poker-faces.]

[meteorstorm]

Couldn't hurt to find out, I guess.

[ my poker faces are a million times better than my freakout faces ]

[runstowardsfire]

[That's not surprising.--it's the same for most people.]

We can ask whoever drops in next.

[Multitasking and noting the new clue--looks like it's a wolf clue and not a safe sheep clue in the next round.]

[meteorstorm]

[ the problem is I am also good at freaking out ]

And see who's up for a game of Go Fish.

[runstowardsfire]

Or poker. If they're interested.

[Oh dear, here I am without those calming herbal teas and the ones that can put you under safely--let's be realistic, people here can probably knock you out before you do any damage to yourself.]

[meteorstorm]

Maybe we should look for two decks of cards.

[ I'm more likely to over-exert myself and pass out instead, but alas the gifset of this exact thing happening is elusive ]

[runstowardsfire]

[She doubles that the people stuck here have the patience for Cripple Mr. Onion even if they could find enough cards and substituted the Minor Arcana.]

That would be very ideal, but not likely. We could try asking for some?

[I suppose we made the right choice in pulling you and Alvis out before the discovery of more dried blood all over the place and old cheese . . .]

[meteorstorm]

It couldn't hurt to ask.

[ I'm fine with blood and gore and horrible monstery things, it's the being stuck in small places thing that bothers me the most.

but making her deal with it is a no :| ]

[runstowardsfire]

[. . . Whoops. At least it's not about being stuck in the cupboards and closets at Camp.]

I'll ask the Shepherd. He's used to me being annoying.

[meteorstorm]

[ see: reasons I will never be an astronaut (properly) ]

I guess it couldn't hurt to try asking for her goat back, too. If she's already here and they haven't already used it, there's no point in keeping it from her.

[ waving a hand over at Alvis ]

[runstowardsfire]

Is having a pet goat here a good idea?

[She grew up on a farm and has taken care of goats before--other people probably find the smell of goat . . . a tad pungent at close proximity.]

[meteorstorm]

It's a stuffed goat, the way I hear it. A toy.

[runstowardsfire]

I see.

*making a request now*

[meteorstorm]

. . . Thanks.

[runstowardsfire]

It's not much. I do want my necklace back too.

[All in a day's work of being a right flea in their ear.]