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[noarchitact]

WHO: Errbbody.
WHERE: Pasture.
WHEN: All Day 22.

[ fantasia ( and tempo! ) have set up a booth with a LORGE dry erase board beside it and on it is an IC LOVE CHART, one that anybody & everybody could ( and, lbr, should ) mess with. there are a couple of people already on it, which tempo seems mighty pleased with. ]

^Pii~ Pii~ _Pii~ Pii~

I really don't think the Chainsaw should be on the chart, Tempo...

_Pii! Pii!!

...uhHuh.

[ it's far from finished, but that's where you come in! a bunch of postcards with the names of everybody else in the pasture sit alongside an assortment of colored markers. use these tools to document all the totally accurate dokidokis in sheepland. ]

Comments

[noarchitact]

...you're kind of cute. [ going to see if he can't clasp his hands around it. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ it stays still, watching with interest, as he closes his hands around it, closer, closer...

then it zips up and out between his fingers, before he can get a solid grip. ]</sub>

[noarchitact]

!!!

H- Hey! [ that startles him, but prompts tempo into giving chase. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ this is definitely turning into an eyeball and a briefcase doing ring-around-the-dry-erase-board, in that case.

its mission is observe the board, not 'stay still beside it.' ]</sub>

[noarchitact]

[ kaveh chuckles. ] Tempo... leave it be.

[ but also... get him tempo!!! ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ Tempo's got superior bulk to tag with, but the Scan is wily and can fit through smaller gaps between people coming to and from the board...

that works against it, though, when it gets lost in the weeds of navigating with a ton of sharp turns, pulling a steep bank to avoid Blood Fiend's tail--

--sending it right into Crescendo.

Crescendo is not a psychic monkey, so the Scan does not melt away and inform him of all its contents. Instead it just bounces off of him, coming to what can only charitably be called a stop in the air. It wobbles almost drunkenly. Di-z-z-y... ]</sub>

[noarchitact]

[ since it's come to a dead stop tempo manages to catch up... and slam right into it, probably knocking it like it's a baseball. homerun. tempo screams... as much as a tool box can scream, his eyes widening. ]

Pii ^Pii Pii Piiiipiii!