those tangled weeds

[debug_mode]

WHO: weeds
WHERE: Weeds Clubhouse
WHEN: day 55, morning-midday.

[Your Name has a little speech for anyone in the weeds clubhouse common room.]

Okay, everyone! It's been a rough few days for us. Going out into the mist. Rescuing the abducted sheep. Being... controlled, if you were unfortunate enough to have that happen to you. And then the return, and then the ritual to 'punish' us.

Does anyone have anything they particularly want to share? About what they saw, or what they experienced? Maybe... [a long pause and a sigh] ...maybe it's best we were all on the same page.

--Oh, if you're new, my name is Your Name, by the way.

[General post for weeds! Feel free to ignore Your Name's speech and have your own thread, at whatever time or place around the clubhouse.]

Comments

[effeminoxious]

Nice to meet you too, my name is my name.

Most folks just call me Apple.

[debug_mode]

Nice to meet you, Apple! When did you arrive here?

[effeminoxious]

Maybe an hour before we got dragged into that fridge.

[debug_mode]

Ooh... bad timing. Sorry about that.

[effeminoxious]

Tell me about it. I'm surprised I've been awake all morning and nothing else has exploded.

I think I saw you in the fridge, but how'd you fare in all the other bullshit? You said something about being controlled?

[debug_mode]

Yes... I was drafted by one of the flocks to guide them into the mist. It's dangerous to go into the mist, and the sheep can't see at all in it, but we can.

But, in rescuing Clover and Rose's hostages, the Wolf guarding them sort of looked at me and snapped his fingers or something. I felt my collar tighten, and suddenly I couldn't move my body.

[effeminoxious]

Oh fuck. He did it by snapping his fingers? It wasn't - he didn't have to say anything?

[debug_mode]

He did say something like "remember where your powers come from," but I don't think that was part of the... incantation.

I could still think for myself. And even talk. But otherwise, like a marionette.

[effeminoxious]

That's creepy as hell. You okay now?

[debug_mode]

...Well, it got distracted for a brief moment, and that's when the manipulation stopped. It's dead now so we'll all probably be okay.,

By the way, let's not share this with just anyone, okay? The sheep might start to see us as... liabilities.

[effeminoxious]

Right - Huh? But weren't you with Rose and Clover when it happened?

[debug_mode]

Indeed! The Rose and Clover who are here... now.

It pays to think ahead. Someday there may be sheep who don't know who was saved, or care. They might just hear "weeds can be controlled by the wolves!" and take a very calculating view of how to deal with that.

[effeminoxious]

If anybody tries ta 'deal' with us ah'll make sure they regret it -ahem.

[slipped into his rough accent, pulling it back into polite speech]

Is there that much turnover? I've got a bunch of people from school who've been here a long time, they haven't mentioned anything like that.

[debug_mode]

Ahaha. "Turn over" might be the wrong word. --But people do go missing, yes.

[effeminoxious]

Missing? Don't they just go home?

[debug_mode]

Did you hear that somewhere?