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And so Tseng ran. He ran as hard as he could. There was a bit of a sense of deja vu as he ended up having to eat his way through two sticks of butter.. just as the last time he was here. Groaning as he crawled out of that second stick, he sort of dragged himself forward. He didn't even see the flying glass from a plate shattering nearby, which swiftly cut into him as he was trying to recover from the artery hardening thing he had just undergone.

He could almost feel like collapsing at this point.

"NO! I MUST... PERSIST!" he shouted while taking a bite out of some cake nearby to try and refresh himself. It worked. He still felt kind of horrible. But it worked.

The horseman was near the end now. Running along, he saw a shadow looming over before... SHICK!

A fork had stabbed down into him.

Crying out in pain, he managed to pull himself away, before limping to the other side. He had just barely made it.

HP: 10

{{ ENTER }}

Well this hadn't at all been what he'd expected to come across. As the gnomes looked at him with their beady little eyes, Thannas could almost feel the hunger lying therein, and he wondered, in an event such as this, if they would actually eat him. However, his heart sped up in response, telling the pup that there most certainly, just maybe might be a true danger here, and wrapping himself tighter, he turned to scamper away, trying desperately to keep ahead of the rowdy members of the Mad Hatter's teaparty.

"THAN IS NOT FOOOOOOOOOD!" TTnTT

A departing wail, as he explained what should really have been self-explanatory.

As he heard them close behind, a side-effect of him being such a noisy morsel, the pup flattened himself to the back of the nearest teacup, hunkering down in hopes that the gnomes would not spot him.

Than's mad trip across the table was less than stellar. The pup was delayed more than once, upon finding a Than-sized morsel, some sort of goody, which he merrily told himself he needed to keep his strength up. It was as though he was involved in some demented game of hide-and-seek, one which held terrible pitfalls, such as the goop that had momentarily entrapped him, and nearly gotten him grabbed by a gnome! The butter, mind, by far, had been the worst, and he could still remember the texture 'neath his tongue as he quickly scarfed down another bit of cookie simply to get the taste out of his mouth.

With a soft sigh of relief, he found himself faced with another plate of cookies. Panting, he brushed tousled hair out of his eyes, blinking at the savory tray of goodies. "Than is thinking he will try this way out, sir..." He murmured, giving shifty, and utterly untrusting gazes towards the Mad Hatter.

Than went with Try Me. The cookie was clearly in on the whole plan. It was with a certain terrible sense of satisfaction that he found himself growing, and then everything went a tumbling sort of black.

A common trend with this Wonderland gig.

[[EXIT]]


HP: 20

Kettil and stealth apparently don't belong together, which is funny considering his FEAR is becoming or seeming invisible to those around him.

He was noticed. He had to run. Kettil hid.

He waited for a better chance while cursing quietly under his breath.

The moment Freya saw Kettil make a run for it, she turned and ran herself. She bolted right past the cake that was probably meant for eating. (No thank you.) She instantly regretted her decision when a fork came down upon her, slicing up her leg from knee to ankle. If she'd only stopped to eat the cake, she wouldn't have been there at that moment.. nor would she have been caught by the glass that shattered around her, as plates dropped down. She put her hands up to cover her face, but the glass stuck to her arms, her legs, any any other spot it could.

When she found a piece of cookie, for the first time today, Freya decided not to be disgusted by the sweet, and ate it. As soon as she did, the owner of the cookie picked her up, and she screamed as she was flung around between his two fingers. He dropped her in a vat of the most disgustingly sweet stuff. She choked on it as she inhaled, and came out sputtering, her entire body flaring up with pain. Climbing out of the vat, covered in sticky goo and still bleeding from her leg, Freya barely managed to make it to the other end of the table. There, she collapsed, and waited for Kettil.



30 HP

"No I'm not all rights," She grumbled, still sticking to the floor a bit as she tried to get up. She looked worse than she really was, but she didn't feel like trying to get up on her own. This, of course, meant Kettil was about to get sticky.

She held her arms up at him. "Carry me?"

Freya curled up in Kettil's arms, whispering a quick mind the leg before snuggling deep into his embrace and coating him thoroughly with the pudding goop. Then, her leg did not hurt anymore. She did not feel dirty and sticky. She was quite comfortable, in fact. She blamed it utterly and completely on being in Kettil's arms again.

And not on the fact that, once they passed the threshhold of the table, she was, actually, no longer injured or sticky.

((exit))