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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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[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. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ adrenaline. creeping up your veins. they're starting to notice what's happened, now. the moment of truth. whether you get away with it, or don't.

the poster looks the same, right up until you're in front of it and it suddenly doesn't.

The couple embracing are Nennen and Wangwang.

The youth locked in a duel with the king is Yama. And in the role of the portly king in his big fluffy cape, swinging around a sword in a way that's completely beneath his aloof divinity--

that's Traumerei. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ stops in his tracks as the poster changes. his pupils dilate, the sudden roaring in his ears punctuated by his echoing heartbeat. it drowns out the silence; you could hear a pin drop.

quietly, with absolute calm: ]

Very funny.

[ he's not doing this again tonight; he's not a child here. he should walk away. he doesn't, just yet. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ no true feeling in its voice, and yet, there's a slight little edge of-- something. when the sheep speaks. insistent. ]}

Master Baaland will be displeased if we do not find the lamb soon. He will not want to start over again.

[catposting]

[ can he levitate the sheep ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ oh absolutely


it hangs limply. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ it feels like it's being crushed by a sheep-strength Force Choke, if he can do that here.

coolly: ]

And what will Master Baaland do to us if we don't find it?

[ two minutes ago, "Master Baaland" would have been hilarious. but right now it's taking all his willpower to not crush the sheep. both the sheep. the other is still tucked under his arm. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ the sheep under his arm starts to squirm, just a little bit. you're hurting me, it wants to say, but you told him to be quiet, until you had both crossed the portal. hiding him was pointless if the sheep heard his voice the tension in your grip tells it, somehow, it shouldn't.

The sheep hanging in the air does not struggle, or cower, under threat of its false shepherd. It simply answers, voice strained by the stranglehold, ]</sub>

Master Baaland will identify the cause of the lamb's disappearance and correct it. He will have to create a new lamb to raise.

[catposting]

That's nice.

[ he gives no heed to the struggling sheep. gritting his teeth, he starts drawing cat ears on "Traumerei". ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ somehow, weird little furry ears seem to belong on the king in this picture. the first version of the guy had bat ears, actually, didn't he?

they all hang there in silence, a while, as the not-quite-your-own feelings rise in pitch. what are you doing? standing around right next to the evidence, he could be here any second. ]</sub>

1/2

[catposting]

[ he


still does not like other people's feelings or voices being put in his head. with a sharp breath, he reaches for Enhance. it's instinct at this point.

fury; it calls to him. a dark pulse, bubbling harmlessly inside a glass cage, tucked away in the shadows, but never out of reach. he could shatter the cage again, if he wanted to. drive those unwelcome thoughts out of his mind. destroy them. it would be so easy.

he reaches for the cage. Crush it. You've done it before. ]

[catposting]

[ shattering fills his ears.

that's right; he never needed to hold back. after all, there's no point in resisting the inevitable.

except — the shattering is the wrong type.

not a cage, engulfed by pulsing darkness, but a mix of broken glass and cloth and light. a memory. a picture of Traumerei speared through the chest, tears streaming through his mask. of Wangwang in the same state, broken, by the side of his master, united even in death. of emptiness.

he drops the Enhance. the cage remains intact, out of sight.

without looking at the floating sheep, he heads toward the first poster. Force Choke is still there, though. ]

oh my god our thread structure im sorry viewers

[finalbows]

<sub>[ the floating sheep awkwardly shifts a bit to try and find the most optimal way to be hoist by its neck. Whatcha doing with the poster, kittykat?


-> continued over here ]</sub>