Report 53: Voice/Action
[ Well, here's Meryl, to add some soprano to the chorus of chaos. There's a sharp shriek followed by a crash and the sound of clothes and racks falling about.
Before getting to enjoy her first sip of morning coffee, Meryl's found herself falling right into the clothing shop. This isn't the first time she's teleported, but this is the last straw. It was bad enough getting to work took an hour the other day, now she was tangled amongst clothing with a broken and spilled mug of coffee in one hand, her journal, now missing a few pages and torn a bit, clutched in the other and a throbbing spot at the back of her head she's sure will swell later.
There's a groan then a growl of frustration. ]
That's it. I'm done. I quit, no more!
[ She throws the remnants of her coffee mug away from her and crosses her arms, fuming while she waits for the ceiling to stop spinning. She is not moving. Not again. Not until this stupid game of mess with the villagers is done. ]
Before getting to enjoy her first sip of morning coffee, Meryl's found herself falling right into the clothing shop. This isn't the first time she's teleported, but this is the last straw. It was bad enough getting to work took an hour the other day, now she was tangled amongst clothing with a broken and spilled mug of coffee in one hand, her journal, now missing a few pages and torn a bit, clutched in the other and a throbbing spot at the back of her head she's sure will swell later.
There's a groan then a growl of frustration. ]
That's it. I'm done. I quit, no more!
[ She throws the remnants of her coffee mug away from her and crosses her arms, fuming while she waits for the ceiling to stop spinning. She is not moving. Not again. Not until this stupid game of mess with the villagers is done. ]