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[endsjustified]

WHO: Lily & visitors
WHERE: Lily barn
WHEN: through Day 8 after they drag themselves back home

[anyway so this is a general team post for this team to do stuff and absolutely mcfail to get some rest in

but also because they're all still in a giant open field full of barns

other teams may notice exactly when they do make it back from Bluebell, because as soon as they cross the fence border into their meadow...

...there is the most UNGODLY crash as six beds just drop from the sky and onto their lawn, startling them all. probably a couple of them fall over again.]

Comments

[catposting]

I can't tell if you're calling me fat.

[endsjustified]

I trust that you are intelligent enough to figure it out.

[catposting]

With all these expectations you're placing on me, I can't help but feel like you're setting yourself up for disappointment.

[endsjustified]

Perhaps I am simply a cat person.

[he is not particularly a cat person]

[catposting]

I will scratch you if you pet my ears.

[endsjustified]

That's rather forward of you to bring up as a scenario, isn't it?

[catposting]

You have to remember who our previous shepherd was.

[endsjustified]

I never had the pleasure of hearing her thoughts on cats, I'm afraid.

[when they get to the couch he takes his weight off Yas so he can settle stiffly onto it, letting a long careful breath out]

[catposting]

Ear petting was a common threat of hers. She was loud and terrifying.

[ leans against the wall ]

[endsjustified]

Well, don't paint me with her brush. I've far better things to terrorize than the top of your head.

[he says, just kind of leaning back into the couch and shutting his beleaguered eyes. his head's still tilted towards the sound of Yas's voice, but every line of his body is tired. he isn't bothering to hide that much right now; it's a pointless exercise, when all of Lily is so clearly wrecked.]

[catposting]

[ snickers ]

Thinking about your next victim so soon?

[endsjustified]

What else am I supposed to do, on an enforced rest?

[catposting]

Teach your flock how to bob apples.

[endsjustified]

They would all cheat.

[you don't have to bob for apples if you can make ghosts do it]

[catposting]

You're the shepherd. Can't you set rules against that?

[endsjustified]

I'm their caretaker, not their rulemaker. Shouldn't I encourage flexible thinking?

[catposting]

Whose idea was the falling beds?

[endsjustified]

[raises his eyebrows; what]

Those actually did just appear. We had this seat and the washtub arrive the same way.

[catposting]

[ studies the blind man or w/e illusion he's pulling. ]

Huh. You're not lying.

[endsjustified]

[THE ILLUSION'S JUST OVER HIS EYES but nothing in his body language says 'lie,' yeah]

Next you're going to tell me your furniture arrives neat as you please, and arranges itself without help.

[catposting]

Our furniture arrives neat as we please, and arranges itself without help.

[endsjustified]

[tosses a pillow from the couch in his general direction

it doesn't even come close]

[catposting]

[ shame, he would have let it hit him. ]

So you are capable of playing.

[endsjustified]

Nonsense.

[catposting]

[ chucks the pillow back at him. it'll hit him in the face if he doesn't dodge. ]