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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 5:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 6:23 pm
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As much as Serafina enjoyed watching creeple, there was almost too much going on here to really watch, and she frowned while she attempted to keep track.
It was too loud, too crowded, too much stimuli. Maybe she should try to block it out for a bit. Yeah, that sounded nice. It had been a long time since she had dreamed, actually. She couldn't recall what the last dream she had was. Perhaps she could try to conjure something...
Being near the back, it wasn't too hard for her to lean back, pull her infinity scarf over her face, and attempt to go to sleep. At the very least, Serafina was going to block out the noisy, crowded world for a few hours.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 7:58 pm
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Hmm, it looked like the gooey ghoul was trying to motion an answer! She would figure it out before the other boils, dammit.
Ebele squinted, observing what the gooey ghoul was doing. Why was she snapping her mouth like that? Was she biting something? Maybe she was eating! Wait, she already said it wasn't meat, so it couldn't be eating, right? Ebele knew that much. So what else would it be...
She stared harder, as if this would give a better hint at what this ghoul was going for. Why was she holding her fingers over her mouth like that? Was she trying not to talk? Why was she trying not to talk? Maybe she was trying to show something that would cause them not to talk. But it wasn't a mask, right? So what was it?
Ebele squinted. What were other things that covered up the mouth that started with an m?
Ooh, ooh! Nearly shoving in front of the other boils to make sure she got into Sucre's face first, she shouted, "A MUZZLE RIGHT?!"
She, of course, still had not actually looked at anything in the room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 5:41 pm
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"My... um..." He was genuinely interested in the ghoul's dolls as her hobby seemed excellently suited to helping her remember who she had met, something he had never been all that concerned with. He was fairly certain he had forgotten an acquaintance or two in his time, but he wouldn't ever forget Siobhan and Bob, and not just because carrying on a conversation with the ghost was an exercise in keeping a neutral expression while being shrieked at.
He waved absently yet cheerfully at Ignatius, Piper's reaction capturing his focus over most of the rest of the goings-on in the bus. She was annoyed that he had been hooded and hiding and hadn't said hello, he knew that much, but the change in her reaction concerned him. She had cared and now she supposedly didn't. She was trying to prove a point when she could have come to him just as easily. When she had... riddle boil in her lap. He could feel the faintest twinge of irritation touch his concern, but mostly he just wanted to apologize. Bren sighed, forcing his attention back to Siobhan.
"My main hobby is a job of sorts too, I guess? I enchant things. Disguise cream, dancing toys, sleeping pills, anything I can get to work."
Bittiface brb making siobhan and bob t-shirts medigel problematic boil is problematic
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 8:46 pm
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Ooh, the big tailed boil suddenly looked very feisty! Did he spot something he didn't like? Probably the thing he was looking at. The boil?
Oh, the boil was wearing a muzzle! Duh. She knew that, of course. She hadn't just guessed or anything, clearly she was just the best at Spying Games ...
Ebele's victorious grin grew when Wrex's answer wasn't quite right, and she rang out a, "Nope!" shaking her head. Of course, she still didn't give any more hints, even though she probably should have once people started getting it not entirely right. Why would she make it easier on anyone than it already was?
When it was suggested that Wrex's hot-headedness was the answer, Ebele giggled and shook her head, but her mood quickly soured when she noticed that the other boil had gotten the right answer. She wanted to say he was wrong and quickly find something else hot, but that would be cheating. Cheating was not a good way to win, but it was still a win. Of course, she couldn't find anything else on this bus that was hot, not even with a long glance over. Just mostly a crowded bus.
With a heavy sigh, Ebele hung her head and murmured, "Yes... Your turn."
How had she lost?!
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 9:07 pm
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With an amused raise of the eyebrows, Ignatius watched as Piper went from looking a little bit annoyed to suddenly very cheerful and blowing a kiss at Brenley.
And the ghoul of course, but mostly Brenley, he was pretty sure.
Before he could ask any teasing questions, because that was what good friends did, Ignatius simply nodded in response to Piper's question. "Yup. He's a ghost like me, technically," as much as Ignatius found it weird to call himself a ghost sometimes, that was what he and his fellow neighbour he was chatting with were.
He was also pretty sure the point of the riddle was that the numbers didn't make any difference, but Ignatius was also pretty sure that would spoil Carlos' fun, so he kept his mouth shut.
(Plus he was kinda sleepy, he might of been wrong anyway.)
Smerdle Ig says ohoho what's happening here...
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