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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.]

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ what a fantastic question.


there's no sign of any clown, in the flesh, but.


there are plenty more posters, on the wall.
wanna take a look? ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ OF COURSE HE'S LOOKING ]

1/?

[finalbows]

<sub>[ going down the row.

Lord ■♤■■ Prese■ts, in collaboration with the Village of Dali:
In Three Acts,
The Black Waltz

Three winged figures, one with a stooped body and a bell hanging from its hand, one with a pair of long curling horns... the third presides like a storm cloud behind the others, a staff in hand, wings from practically top to bottom of the poster's length. ]</sub>

Re: 1/?

[catposting]

[ after this. his expression is carefully blank when he approaches, steps firm, breathing deliberate. one sheep is still firmly in his grip, the other being dragged along telekinetically.

what does he see, anything weird? ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ yup. poster's different.

Kendrick, bowed, with the bell.

Fucile, still with the horned mage's wings, with their patches of exposed raw bones,

And there's Haratcha, presiding with his own false shepherd's staff, the marks on his face half hidden in the shadow of the hat's wide brim. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ okay this one's funnier at least. It's not Traumerei or Wangwang or Wangwang's sons, HE CAN LIVE WITH THAT. he lessens Force Choke's hold a little; neither sheep should be immediately hurting now.

AGGRESSIVELY DRAWS CAT EARS ON ALL OF THEM ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ the sheep are glad to be in slightly less constant discomfort, though they are not entirely capable of showing gratitude.


Haratcha looks very funny with double cat ears. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ he does, Blood Fiend smirks a little at the sight. anyway, moving onto another poster. ]

2/?

[finalbows]

<sub>[ Lord ■■♤■ & The Lord of Time Present:

It Came From The Underworld!
The Tragedy of Madain Sari
Struck down in one night
in an unholy conflagration!

The red eye hanging ominously over the small town is distinctly familiar. ]</sub>

Re: 2/?

[catposting]

[ where's the eye from ]

[finalbows]

_{[ :) blood fiend saw it in the fountain right before angel devil boarded the airship its part of just the other day ]}

[catposting]

[ oh. cute. files that away, onto the next ]

3/?

[finalbows]

<sub>[ This poster is of,
A beautiful castle built around a great pillar of a shining sword, protectively surrounded by a pair of white wings. But above it, in the clouds... is the red eye of the airship.

Fallen Angel: The Death of Alexander!

A TASTE of TRIUMPH
Before the BITTERNESS
of sudden DEFEAT!

Though we hope for promising years,
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears.
And while the moon still shines blue,
By dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue. ]</sub>

Re: 3/?

[catposting]

[ coming in hot from poster one.

oh hey, it's the eye again. and... the taste of triumph, before the bitterness of sudden defeat? ]

Sounds like a movie slogan.

[finalbows]

<sub>[ sure does!


except it's not a castle, anymore. It's a ship. Not a boat, either, some tawdry thing you'd see sitting in the water-- but a SHIP, like you'd see in the tower. The red eye in the sky remains, but-- well, maybe. It's round and it's red, but the details seem subtly different.


Perhaps it's hard to recognize. Blood Fiend had been present standing on the bridge, after all, when he, almost, got everything he wanted.

The text muddles.

Fallen ■■■■■: The Death of ■■■■■■■■!

The rest stays the same. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ sir that almost looks like Traumerei's mask lmao

anyway ]

Hmmm.

[ glances at the muddled text, shrugs. he's not going to draw ears on this. he's going to draw devil horns and a tail on the ship instead. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ the spiel near the bottom of the poster about tears or whatever changes into familiar words, as he draws, in the corner of his eye.

Wangwang's last words. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ i'm just gonna say it's this because it's hurts more hahAA --

can he

disintegrate the poster or set it on fire or something ]

[finalbows]

note to myself. the 'death of |||||||' becomes 'death of wangwang' as it burns up at the last.

4/4

[finalbows]

<sub>[ oh. Hey. Twister's in this one.


Twister is in the next twelve ones, actually, because the same poster is hung up over, and over, and over.

There's a lot of people on this poster. Twister, and Angel Devil, and tens of others. please ignore the logo.

It says, simply,
in collaboration, the Gods of Harmony and Destruction give you

THIS, FOREVER ]</sub>

Re: 4/4

[catposting]

[ hmm. he could try to summon a pen here. or a quill, or some other kind of ink-generating device.

instead he tucks the sheep under his arm, scratches his other arm, and starts tracing cat ears on all the Twisters using his own(?) blood. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ while you're wreaking your mischief, time is passing in the dream, in its way. It seems like the sheep sent off to find Lord Avon has finally given up on a response, and is trailing after you as you deface posters. ]}

Lord Avon would not return the lamb.

[catposting]

[ not looking up from defacing Twister ]

Why's that?

[finalbows]

I do not know. He would not speak. But I saw you leave with the lamb.

<sub>[ no, wait. It really said,
But I saw the lamb with him,
didn't it?


What if it saw. What if it saw. Self-serving fear in your chest. ]</sub>

[catposting]

. . .

[ what else is his body feeling? emotionally, that is. he ignores the voice, moving onto the first picture now that he's done with graffiti-ing Twister. ]