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phantompanther13 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:55 pm
Carlos did not respond to any questions. He couldn't, wouldn't. Instead Carlos sat on the ground and stared after Mimsy. And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? he whispered softly to himself, grin still on his face, but his arms wrapped around his knees clearly very upset. Nio Love uselessly not responding to questions.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 8:16 pm
Ignatius was right. It was too late to blend in. Someone grabbed each of their arms. They were too obvious, and it was too late to try and blend in. They were being carried away, each and every one of them, no matter what they'd been doing - just like Mimsy had been. Even Carlos, who did not seem keen on moving on his own, was dragged off to be dealt with. Eventually, each and every one of them was thrown in a very patriotic looking jail cell. There, in the corner, was Mimsy. Unconscious. And that was probably for the best.
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:32 pm
"Just so you all know, if I ever am making a movie, I am never hiring you all as actors."
By Jack, could they have blended in any less? He was the only one that didn't get anyone staring at him until they grouped him in with the others. He probably should have never talked to Petro in the first place. Maybe he would have been better off wandering off and throwing himself into the party entirely instead of even staying in the vicinity. Then he would not have been in this jail cell where the movement was restricted and his ability to move was muted and it was so ... well, at least it was colorful, but it made no difference to how small the room felt and how confining it felt to be within the jail cell walls and--
Ignatius was pacing. He was walking back and forth and he seemed to be unable to stop. For moments, he would start to tap his fingers against the walls rhythmically, tapping out his own tunes.
And then suddenly stopped. His feet shifted gears, making a beeline straight for the bars. He had to get out of here. He had to. He had to. He had to--
"Guards! Guards! Don't we have a right to party?!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 5:15 pm
"You have a right to party!" A guard came by, blowing a noise maker as he strolled past the cell. "Partying in prison is totally allowed! Here, I brought you all some champagne to - huh, you guys actually look like you've had enough champagne already, am I right? Guys? Wash, open up cell block 8, the whole lot are dropping like flies! Wash! Hurry-" One by one, each of you share Mimsy's fate. The world begins to swim and swirl into a mass of colors, until finally, you hear a loud, throbbing sound, and the world goes black.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 5:34 pm
Carlos let himself be dragged by the guards unresistant. Long ago he had learned that sometimes it was best to just allow others to move him as they liked. Besides, he couldn't turn invisible or intangible or even use his illusions at all. There was no point in resisting. they would get bored of him soon enough.
And then there was Mimsy again. Carlos Went straight to her and curled up next to her.
He might have looked like he dropped long before the strange sensation overcame him. Nap time? He was good with a nap.
Good night.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 6:05 pm
Ah, perfect! The guard was coming up and -- ooh, he was bringing something bubbly with him, Ignatius could certainly go for something bubbly. Maybe he could drink some bubbly and then convince the guard he needed some more space to dance because this cell was just too small--
Why did he suddenly feel so foggy?
Ignatius tried to reach through the bars to get himself from champagne, but reaching forward seemed to be hard. Talking seemed to be hard. Everything seemed to be fading away. It was getting so quiet. They were so close and there were more of them coming this way, but it was quiet. Why was everything getting so quiet? He wanted the champagne and he wanted out of this cell! He needed to be free and this wasn't how he would get free--
But he was just so tired, and he felt like he needed to nap--
No, no naps, champagne--
Everything was becoming blurry, and Ignatius attempted to reach out and grasp some of the things flying around in front of his vision. The world was swirling and he couldn't keep his grasp on any of it. That sound-- that sound--
Everything went black.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 12:51 pm
Maple couldn't be certain if she had simply passed out from how overwhelming was on top of just the effects the world was having on the group. Being hauled off to what seemed like to be a jail - JAIL, her! She had tried to be a good ghoul, well... - and her close proximity to AJ as he held her close seemed like good additional factors.
But she was down and out, the world of Independence swirling in an array of colors before it all fell into a world of darkness and black, unbeknownst to her a bit. She did hear that strange sound though as it eclipsed the fireworks and cheerful shouts and drowned them out before things fell into silence.
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