In Person
[Meirin + tray full of porcelain + hot tea can be a formula for disaster under the best of circumstances. But this week? A certain genius might have to apply the burn cream to her before it's all over with. Ahem.
The tea cups rattle on the tray as she takes tiny steps down the hall. Fog from the aptly named fog machine in the corner curls around her ankles, making her even more paranoid that something is lurking on the floor and ready to grab her at any moment.
She really should be looking up instead of down.
Something brushes against her forehead, and she blinks before raising her head. Several black spiders hang from the ceiling. All it takes is one quick glance from such a close distance to tell that they're rubber and obviously fake.
Unless your eyesight is as bad as Meirin's.
She screams and stumbles backwards, jumping again when a raven pops out of the clock, cawing and flapping its wings. Meirin runs forward, but naturally, she trips. It seems that a little bit of luck is with her when an overstuffed chair catches her. Meirin sighs and sits up. Everything has slid around on the tray, but nothing has been spilled.
She smiles, turns her head...
And stares straight into the dark eye sockets of a skull. It seems this seat was already taken...by a skeleton.
Meirin screams again before she jumps up and goes running down the hallway, leaving the tea set -- or what's left of it -- on the floor.]
The tea cups rattle on the tray as she takes tiny steps down the hall. Fog from the aptly named fog machine in the corner curls around her ankles, making her even more paranoid that something is lurking on the floor and ready to grab her at any moment.
She really should be looking up instead of down.
Something brushes against her forehead, and she blinks before raising her head. Several black spiders hang from the ceiling. All it takes is one quick glance from such a close distance to tell that they're rubber and obviously fake.
Unless your eyesight is as bad as Meirin's.
She screams and stumbles backwards, jumping again when a raven pops out of the clock, cawing and flapping its wings. Meirin runs forward, but naturally, she trips. It seems that a little bit of luck is with her when an overstuffed chair catches her. Meirin sighs and sits up. Everything has slid around on the tray, but nothing has been spilled.
She smiles, turns her head...
And stares straight into the dark eye sockets of a skull. It seems this seat was already taken...by a skeleton.
Meirin screams again before she jumps up and goes running down the hallway, leaving the tea set -- or what's left of it -- on the floor.]