clubhouse to barn
Sep. 21st, 2024 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
WHO: The weeds...?
WHERE: The new Weeds Barn!
WHEN: 105 evening/night
[The Queen is sitting at the poker table, talking to (or more accurately: 'at') anyone nearby.]
...So, you see, my death at the ritual today was just as planned! It was all strategy! I called that demon out with a bet. A bet that no matter what happened, when everything looked pointless, the sheep would absolutely, one hundred percent, no hesitation, decide to throw us, the so-called 'evil' team, under the bus to save their own skin. And they took it! They wagered the sheep would be selfless to the end. Ha! That's the suckers' bet. Never bet on hope. Despair is going to win, every time!
[She finishes shuffling cards.]
So, that's how I won a bet, that's why we have this new barn, and I've got a sore throat.
[she grins]
How was your day?
[feel free to do your own thing and just ignore the Queen, of course.]
WHERE: The new Weeds Barn!
WHEN: 105 evening/night
[The Queen is sitting at the poker table, talking to (or more accurately: 'at') anyone nearby.]
...So, you see, my death at the ritual today was just as planned! It was all strategy! I called that demon out with a bet. A bet that no matter what happened, when everything looked pointless, the sheep would absolutely, one hundred percent, no hesitation, decide to throw us, the so-called 'evil' team, under the bus to save their own skin. And they took it! They wagered the sheep would be selfless to the end. Ha! That's the suckers' bet. Never bet on hope. Despair is going to win, every time!
[She finishes shuffling cards.]
So, that's how I won a bet, that's why we have this new barn, and I've got a sore throat.
[she grins]
How was your day?
[feel free to do your own thing and just ignore the Queen, of course.]