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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

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. ]