sheep_game | The Day After (mingle)

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The Day After (mingle)

WHO: sheep
WHERE: sheep
WHEN: First half of Day 34

[ What even happened yesterday? Do we remember? ...What if we'd rather forget? ]

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[Walking around the pasture, looking under bushes and in clumps of grass. She looks very much like she's searching for something.]

...

What are you doing?

[ as if she isn't carrying a basket of herbs herself ]

I'm looking for my sketchbook. It had all my notes in it...

--you lost it?!

[ OH NO?? ]

I...

[She furrows her brow, thinking, as if trying to verbally retrace her steps.]

It was morning. I had it in my hands when I left the barn on way to the clinic.

The next thing I remember is waking up face down on the ground, at night.

[ IF YOU ARE: DAFFODIL, BLUEBELL, THISTLE, LILY, CLOVER, MAOMAO, OR CLINIC CREW which is to say this is pretty much going to almost everyone in the pasture because crois is a social butterfly and that will be his undoing, you're getting a sudden tart cube. a tart cube with a devilish glint in his cube eyes and a horribly unpleasant smile that looks actually pretty cute when it's cube shaped but rest assured it's fiendish in person probably. ]

So sorry t'bother y'all this morning, but I'm havin' a li'l trouble here. See, Crois an' I are discussin' a way t'bring him back t'life—yanno, so that when we all eventually go back to our respective worlds he ain't gonna go into sheep stasis for bein' dead back in his world.

But the thing is, our dear ol' doctor here says he ain't important enough, that it ain't worth tryin'. Even though he'd so love t'be able t'go back whole an' hale, the man seems t'be dead set on martyrin' himself.

[ in a sarcastic tone of distress that sounds more scathing than anything ]

It breaks my heart, knowin' that's how our kind, selfless doctor thinks of himself. I think it'd be good if he got some reminders of what kind'a worth he actually has, if ya don't mind.

Thanks very much.

[ end cubecall. no he's not picking up for details. if you want details you're going to have to harass crois :) ]

[ Spinel sits upon the sandy shore of the beach with an empty milk bottle settled beside her, a sheet of paper, and a pencil, chewing thoughtfully at its eraser end. ]

Dear? ... Oooor salutations? ... Hmm.

That's concerning. You haven't had these lapses in memory before, have you?

[ but as she says that, she's putting her basket aside to help look around the area. ]