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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

[aididitmyway]

"They already had their encore. They know the concert is done. [NAME] and [NAME] are waiting for you, anyway—they can't go until you do."

[endsjustified]

[...you know what, he honestly doesn't know enough of the situation to think there's any harm in going with the manager's demand, ultimately. he supposes he will go along with it for a little bit.]

Very well. Show me the way, please.

[aididitmyway]

"Right."

[He leads the way through the halls, eventually coming out to a carpark and—a regular looking car, if a bit small. He at least opens the door for you.]

"Hurry up."

[endsjustified]

[what the FUCK is a car. inspects it dubiously but finally gets inside, resolutely looking down at himself as little as possible. there was homework in here, right. that seems safe.]

[aididitmyway]

[Yes actually, there's a book right next to him. If he opens it, the math in it seems utterly incomprehensible.

And the walls of the car might feel like they're getting closer, like they might crush you? The manager doesn't seem all that perturbed by it, though.]

[endsjustified]

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hey he hates this]

Excuse me.