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nohalation) wrote2018-07-07 07:03 pm
nohalation) wrote2018-07-07 07:03 pm
The Locked Door (not really)
FINALLY, night passes. The food was delicious. It's morning, and everyone's sleeping on a marshmallow or something or other. The room is no different from before. The mushroom door is still locked, and the beaded curtain door is stil... very passable. Everything else seems relatively calm.
But some of you might have hangovers.
Uh-oh.
Business as usual, in other words. Clima rolls over, more than a little against waking up when it's morning, and he just keeps burrowing himself into the marshmallow man. Let him sleep. Let him live.
This is fine. Slot's used to it.... but that doesn't mean he won't use the fox as an eyemask.
GUESS WHO'S CLANGING CLIMA'S PAN AGAINST HER RADISH. Turnip? Wood. It's Primrose. "Wake up, you layabouts!"
How the fuck did you even get that!?!?! His headwing flaps up and down, in an almost outraged motion, but his head is still buried against Mr. Marshmallow Man, and then the headwing just covers his ear. Please. Only quiet now.
Dusk rolls over, eyes popping open, blood crusties still on her face, but she sits up immediately. She felt like she forgot something for quite some time now...
And soon affter, "Door!"
"Door?" Primrose asks.
"We gotta pick a door! What should we do?" Dusk stretches, marshmallows are so soft.
Oh that's Dusk's voice. Okay. Fine. Clima doesn't move, but his headwing does move back up a bit to listen to the conversation.
Primrose shrugs. "The locked one probably has way better stuff behind it? That's my professional opinion."
"Hmmm...professional opinion, huh..." Well. Dusk has no reason to doubt the professional.
Juno is still out like a night by the by. Last night was really rough on them.
"Well I guess when we're all up and ready, we'll try for the locked door!"
Ah, yes. the locked door. The one that looked like this.
The lock is on there tight. Using either your might, or your skillful lock-picking, you'll have to crack this bad boy open.
But, the children(?) you beat up last night pipe in.
"You only have two tries to open that door. Otherwise, it automatically seals itself."
"Yeah. We don't know if the witch did that, or..."
"...or, if that's how the door simply is."
Please roll a 2D6 + Quest to determine if you can open the door. But, of course, only two people may have a shot at it, or the forementioned will happen...
(Whether you all wanna discuss that, or what, is up to you of course)
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk has her hands on her hips, watching the others attempt to get through the door. That seems like a fun time.
Juno the Natural - 06/17/2017
Juno scratches their head. They don't know anything about forcing locks, except maybe my knocking the door down. But they're still tired from the attack earlier.
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
Clima finally gets up, meandering toward the door slowly. He tries to pull the door handle, before trying to push it. It doesn't open -- but isn't this his chance? To show Dusk that he, too, could be a muscular marshmallow man?
He throws his weight into it now, bracing his feet against the ground as he pushes! And pushes! And! Pushes!
And then eventually he just sort of leans against the door and slides down.
This is a hard door.
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
Slot sighs and starts walking towards the door. If someone has to do something, it might as well be the ninja. He's got this he's made his way through plenty of locked doors before, he can do this. He stares at the door, looking at it briefly, before placing hands on the lock. He gets to work, but the drinks from the previous day are still running through his system, and even though he's no longer drunk, his mind isn't where it needs to be.
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
Clima rolls off to the side, to get out of Slot's way. Getting up is hard right now?
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
He can feel that he almost got it, but it's just outside his reach. Slot lets out a low growl, and he feels something well up inside him. He /knows/ he can get the door open, he just needs to hope that he can do it. He keeps at it just a bit longer, but somehow, he's doing worse than he did before. If anything, he just undid the progress he made.
With a louder growl, he just gets up and slams a fist against the door.
Juno the Natural - 06/17/2017
"...maybe let's go the other way." Juno suggests placidly
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk helps to pick up Clima from the floor!
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
Slot lets out a dejected huff, much like any dog would, and just walks away from the door.
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Successfully!
She looks at them both, nodding approvingly, "Don't worry guys! It's not over! You did your best, and you're drunk on top of that! It'll probably be a good idea to try the other way like Juno suggested."
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
". . . Thank you." Clima looks a little pink, but his expression doesn't change otherwise.
GM - 06/17/2017
The children look at one another... and shrug. Your followers, including the macho marshmallow men, all accept this decision quietly.
The beaded curtain, just waiting to be walked through, sways gently.
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk decides to walk on through, no fear!
GM - 06/17/2017
zzzz.
But some of you might have hangovers.
Uh-oh.
Business as usual, in other words. Clima rolls over, more than a little against waking up when it's morning, and he just keeps burrowing himself into the marshmallow man. Let him sleep. Let him live.
This is fine. Slot's used to it.... but that doesn't mean he won't use the fox as an eyemask.
GUESS WHO'S CLANGING CLIMA'S PAN AGAINST HER RADISH. Turnip? Wood. It's Primrose. "Wake up, you layabouts!"
How the fuck did you even get that!?!?! His headwing flaps up and down, in an almost outraged motion, but his head is still buried against Mr. Marshmallow Man, and then the headwing just covers his ear. Please. Only quiet now.
Dusk rolls over, eyes popping open, blood crusties still on her face, but she sits up immediately. She felt like she forgot something for quite some time now...
And soon affter, "Door!"
"Door?" Primrose asks.
"We gotta pick a door! What should we do?" Dusk stretches, marshmallows are so soft.
Oh that's Dusk's voice. Okay. Fine. Clima doesn't move, but his headwing does move back up a bit to listen to the conversation.
Primrose shrugs. "The locked one probably has way better stuff behind it? That's my professional opinion."
"Hmmm...professional opinion, huh..." Well. Dusk has no reason to doubt the professional.
Juno is still out like a night by the by. Last night was really rough on them.
"Well I guess when we're all up and ready, we'll try for the locked door!"
Ah, yes. the locked door. The one that looked like this.
The lock is on there tight. Using either your might, or your skillful lock-picking, you'll have to crack this bad boy open.
But, the children(?) you beat up last night pipe in.
"You only have two tries to open that door. Otherwise, it automatically seals itself."
"Yeah. We don't know if the witch did that, or..."
"...or, if that's how the door simply is."
Please roll a 2D6 + Quest to determine if you can open the door. But, of course, only two people may have a shot at it, or the forementioned will happen...
(Whether you all wanna discuss that, or what, is up to you of course)
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk has her hands on her hips, watching the others attempt to get through the door. That seems like a fun time.
Juno the Natural - 06/17/2017
Juno scratches their head. They don't know anything about forcing locks, except maybe my knocking the door down. But they're still tired from the attack earlier.
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
Clima finally gets up, meandering toward the door slowly. He tries to pull the door handle, before trying to push it. It doesn't open -- but isn't this his chance? To show Dusk that he, too, could be a muscular marshmallow man?
He throws his weight into it now, bracing his feet against the ground as he pushes! And pushes! And! Pushes!
And then eventually he just sort of leans against the door and slides down.
This is a hard door.
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
Slot sighs and starts walking towards the door. If someone has to do something, it might as well be the ninja. He's got this he's made his way through plenty of locked doors before, he can do this. He stares at the door, looking at it briefly, before placing hands on the lock. He gets to work, but the drinks from the previous day are still running through his system, and even though he's no longer drunk, his mind isn't where it needs to be.
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
Clima rolls off to the side, to get out of Slot's way. Getting up is hard right now?
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
He can feel that he almost got it, but it's just outside his reach. Slot lets out a low growl, and he feels something well up inside him. He /knows/ he can get the door open, he just needs to hope that he can do it. He keeps at it just a bit longer, but somehow, he's doing worse than he did before. If anything, he just undid the progress he made.
With a louder growl, he just gets up and slams a fist against the door.
Juno the Natural - 06/17/2017
"...maybe let's go the other way." Juno suggests placidly
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk helps to pick up Clima from the floor!
Slut the Rumored - 06/17/2017
Slot lets out a dejected huff, much like any dog would, and just walks away from the door.
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Successfully!
She looks at them both, nodding approvingly, "Don't worry guys! It's not over! You did your best, and you're drunk on top of that! It'll probably be a good idea to try the other way like Juno suggested."
Climate Change - 06/17/2017
". . . Thank you." Clima looks a little pink, but his expression doesn't change otherwise.
GM - 06/17/2017
The children look at one another... and shrug. Your followers, including the macho marshmallow men, all accept this decision quietly.
The beaded curtain, just waiting to be walked through, sways gently.
Dusk the Best - 06/17/2017
Dusk decides to walk on through, no fear!
GM - 06/17/2017
zzzz.