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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

[shortforever]

And here I thought they all wanted to eat us.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Fufu, they are usually only reacting to trespassers on their territory. Isn't that quite understandable?

[shortforever]

I guess I can't blame 'em when we do the same thing.

Now are you gonna keep talkin' to Rapunzel on top of her tower, or are you gonna go take care of your stuff?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Do you consider yourself a Rapunzel?

[shortforever]

Maybe after her hair got cut.

[his hair is not long enough to braid.]