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[lotus_bloomed]

It will not open. [It's not his usual hand- shakier, jagged, with spots of black where droplets of ink have landed from the speed of his writing.]

The sand took him and it will not open.

(OOC: All replies will be delayed until tomorrow afternoon as I'm dead now, but wanted to get this up. Dated to right after the hourglasses go into affect.)

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[getsome_sleep]

What do you mean by 'took'?

-- 火

[lotus_bloomed]

It wrapped around [If possible, those words are even shakier than the rest of his writing] and turned clear and will not let go.

[getsome_sleep]

I wish to help you, but you will need to be clearer than this.

[lotus_bloomed]

I do not know how to be. That is what happened.

[of_mindelan]

What happened?

[lotus_bloomed]

The sand.

[of_mindelan]

I know it's the sand. [She saw the above.] It made a cage?

[lotus_bloomed]

Yes.

[burntorangesky]

Lotus? What-- [Sand. Hourglass. Bell]

Where are you?

[lotus_bloomed]

Home with Dad and-

It will not open.

[burntorangesky]

I will be there soon.

[lotus_bloomed]

Okay.

[feathered_earth]

What's it?

[lotus_bloomed]

The sand.

[feathered_earth]

From the hourglass? Does he--is Youth there?

[lotus_bloomed]

Yes. [The handwriting is still wobbly, even over that short word.]

[live_ringer]

Sand? [Oh, that's not promising.] What the hell's going on?

[lotus_bloomed]

I do not know...

[live_ringer]

[A quick skim of the other responses and gives... a bit of a clearer picture. Wrapped around, won't open... more 'trapped' than took, maybe?]

Will more people get in the way, or could you stand another body in the house?

[If Youth, Lotus, Fred, and presumably Bell, are already there, it could get crowded. Worried as he is, he doesn't want to gum up the works and make things worse.]

[lotus_bloomed]

I do not know.