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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

[electricflock]

[scrabbles at the hole until he can get his other hand in there to grab at the grave arm, HEAVE HO]

[ohlord]

[unfortunately, the hole is too small for much heave-hoing and clearly the person inside the grave's been trying very hard not to get too panicked up until this points, because the sound coming from inside the hole is definitely someone trying to yell or scream and choking on the dirt...]

[electricflock]

[stops pulling to grab the person's hand and squeeze it instead]

Stop, stop, wait! Hold still, okay? Will try something, will get you out.