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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

[finalbows]

_{[ it takes a poke like a champ! since it's not just magic but a dream, it squishes inward with the point of the claw, and then shakes itself off like a dog once it's left alone. ]}

...can't be easy being the only sliver of light in a place like this, that's all. Seems like an important job.

_{[ we would also accept an 'I am happy I am not alone in the literal abyss,' Kuja ]}

[hardpity]

well, I don't know if I'd call it my 'job'...

[finalbows]

...Hm, hm. Maybe role's a better word? We all have our roles. ...Mine led me right down here, to my early demise. ..Just wish I could remember which it was, this time.

_{[ 'which demise,' he means, apparently. ]}