[Nexus] GLoG 65

[horngeek]

"Yes, it probably will."

Zamira consumes her own noodles! OM NOM NOM.

[Morty]

[Front steps]

And Brinika will be introduced into the arts of paper airplane making as she also deadtimes.

[UncleWolf]

Infirmary=>Hemlock Cabin

Cutter leaves the Infirmary, bag in tow before looking around for an empty cabin. He finds one with a bit of a smirk, deciding that it's a rather appropriate name before going in. After a look around, he takes his scalpel and slices the palm of his left hand deeply. He's not bothered by the pain and wanders around Room A, smearing blood on the walls, floor, and ceiling. The wound on his hand closes after a moment and he locks the room's door to give it time.

A few minutes later, after unpacking, he puts out a sign at the front door.

Dr. Cutter is IN

[Beans]

Chris is confused for a second at the sudden tiredness, before looking back at the house. He smiles a bit, thinking that it must've been some extra effort that made Crae so sleepy. As a sort of minor thank you, Chris manages to come up with some sort of illusion of a blanket, complete with warmth and fuzziness. He lays it on Crae, about up to his shoulders, smiling as he does so.

Chris then walks out of the house, before leaning against the wall and sliding down to the ground. It's clear that he feels pity for poor little Crae, and wonders if there was some way to help him.

Chances are, he wonders this right up into deadtime.

Carrie totally starts being here.
Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuue.

[horngeek]

Zamira finishes off her ramen! "So, want to continue on working on what we were doing?"

[The Bushranger]

[Cabin 8]

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe we should start being more formal and businesslike if we're going to be Councilwomen."
...Shrike manages to get through saying all this with a straight face.

---

[b][Outside]

Jamie, escaping from the NPC'dom of paper-airplane making with Brinika, pokes the deadtime ooze around her friend, sighs, and then hops up and walks over to the center of the campground.

Carrie might spot her, and see her raising a stick to the air...?

"I am the Druid Princess Mikani, defender of nature's beauty and leader of pure hearts!" she calls out, even as a stiff breeze blows through the campground and swirls around her as she transforms!

[horngeek]

Zamira chuckles. "Well, we can still have fun, can't we? Besides, working on overcoming a phobia is always a good use of time."

[The Bushranger]

[Cabin 8]

"I suppose you have a point. Maybe we should...try a more agressive approach now?" Shrike suggests, slightly hesitantly.

((About 20 minutes left))

[horngeek]

"...what do you have in mind?"

{{How long after that until you're back?}}

[The Bushranger]

"Well."
Shrike pauses, the idea clearly not yet fully formed.
"I was thinking that maybe we could get Karen to arrange something where we'd both be in a box together or something..."

((After the Auburn vs Oregon college football championship game. ))

[horngeek]

"That... could work. With a panic button, but I'd be the one to press it if it came to that."

[Rae Artemi]

Carrie totally starts being here.
Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuue.

Oh, hey, look who's awake.

WhAt aRe YOu TALKIng ABOuT? THE housE IS moST deFINitelY Not BlUE.

Indeed, the house is now a deep green. There also seem to be flowers growing out of it. Huh, would you look at that.

[Beans]

Oh, hey, look who's awake.

WhAt aRe YOu TALKIng ABOuT? THE housE IS moST deFINitelY Not BlUE.

Indeed, the house is now a deep green. There also seem to be flowers growing out of it. Huh, would you look at that.

... Wait what how does that I can't finish my sentence.

[The Bushranger]

[Cabin 8]

Shrike nods. "Well, I was thinking it might not actually be locked, but I guess knowing that might take away from the 'realism' of the experience..."

[horngeek]

"That could always work as well. The main problem... being in a box seems to much like a coffin to me.

No good triggering off my phobia in the process."

[Rae Artemi]

... Wait what how does that I can't finish my sentence.

magIC. mIrAcLeS. wHaTevEr yoU wANt tO CaLl it. EiThER waY, i neEd To praCtIcE.

Crae says, placing a hand against his pants and witdrawing a long black sheet.

YOu mIGHT WAnt TO sTanD baCk, i'm woRkiNg ON LArGe ScALE WhIle i Have thE cHANCe.

He presses the sheet against the house and the black begins to spread.

[The Bushranger]

[Cabin 8]

"...oh. Yeah, that would be rather of the bad..."
Shrike now looks rather bad for having thought up the idea in the first place.

[Beans]

magIC. mIrAcLeS. wHaTevEr yoU wANt tO CaLl it. EiThER waY, i neEd To praCtIcE.

Crae says, placing a hand against his pants and witdrawing a long black sheet.

YOu mIGHT WAnt TO sTanD baCk, i'm woRkiNg ON LArGe ScALE WhIle i Have thE cHANCe.

He presses the sheet against the house and the black begins to spread.

... Huh. Cool.

[Rae Artemi]

And. assuming Carrie stepped back, once the cabin is entirely black Crae will snap his fingers and the entire thing will be engulfed in flame. It's not burning, just on fire, and Crae is digging around in his pockets like nothing weird is going on.

SHoE, ShoE, YoyO, ShOe, GUM...

[Beans]

And. assuming Carrie stepped back, once the cabin is entirely black Crae will snap his fingers and the entire thing will be engulfed in flame. It's not burning, just on fire, and Crae is digging around in his pockets like nothing weird is going on.

SHoE, ShoE, YoyO, ShOe, GUM...

Carrie mutters an exclamation involving Unicron.

[horngeek]

[Cabin 8]

"...oh. Yeah, that would be rather of the bad..."
Shrike now looks rather bad for having thought up the idea in the first place.

"That's basically why I'm taking it slow... our phobias are, in ways, incredibly similar. Don't feel bad about it, you can't help it and nether can I, and both the people responsible for our phobias are dead."

[The Bushranger]

[Cabin 8]

Shrike finishes her ramen, sets the bowl aside, and nods.

But then, alas, deadtimes!

[Rae Artemi]

...shOE, AnOtHER shOE, ThE SAMe shOe, feAThER, feathER, RinG, BuCket, cam- OH, waIT, BUCKET!

And Crae withdraws from his coat pocket a bucket of water seemingly much too big to fit in there. He throws it on the flaming house and the fire immediately stops. Wait, is it raining? No, no clouds in the sky at all. Huh. It seems to be coming from the cabin. Odd, that. Crae is content to just stand in the wet for a moment.

[horngeek]

"So... yeah, it's probably better if we take it slow-ish.

Blindfolded this time?"

[Beans]

...shOE, AnOtHER shOE, ThE SAMe shOe, feAThER, feathER, RinG, BuCket, cam- OH, waIT, BUCKET!

And Crae withdraws from his coat pocket a bucket of water seemingly much too big to fit in there. He throws it on the flaming house and the fire immediately stops. Wait, is it raining? No, no clouds in the sky at all. Huh. It seems to be coming from the cabin. Odd, that. Crae is content to just stand in the wet for a moment.

Carrie uses her wings as an umbrella.
... What in Galvatron's name is... bwuh?!

[Rae Artemi]

WElL, I ThiNK ThAT's eNOuGH fOr ONe DaY.

Crae says, waving his hand as the house goes back to its normal blue and stops spewing water. And then he slumps down onto his knees.

Or maYbE A feW DayS. CONtrOL iS Bad WiThOut a fOcuS, dumMy.

[Beans]

WElL, I ThiNK ThAT's eNOuGH fOr ONe DaY.

Crae says, waving his hand as the house goes back to its normal blue and stops spewing water. And then he slumps down onto his knees.

Or maYbE A feW DayS. CONtrOL iS Bad WiThOut a fOcuS, dumMy.

She kneels by him.
Hey, you okay?
She seems concerned.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Crae and Carrie might hear the roar of an engine, followed by a bunch of odd mechanical noises, then large footsteps.

Runner stops near the pair.

What is going on? I saw fire, so I came to investigate. Is everything alright now?

[Rae Artemi]

YEah, I'M jUSt DumB. I fORgOT tHat wITH my HAIr CHoPPed oFf i neED TO find a new FOCUS BefoRE I CaN dO StufF LIKE THat.

He says, slowly rising, and then turning to Runner.

hEY, CoOl, A roBOT! EVErYTHinG'S fINE, I was pRACTICing MaGIC.

[Beans]

YEah, I'M jUSt DumB. I fORgOT tHat wITH my HAIr CHoPPed oFf i neED TO find a new FOCUS BefoRE I CaN dO StufF LIKE THat.

He says, slowly rising, and then turning to Runner.

hEY, CoOl, A roBOT! EVErYTHinG'S fINE, I was pRACTICing MaGIC.

OkayOH HOLY CRAP IT'S A ROBOT OH COOL.