adventures with that horrifying giant man-thing in the cottage of mystery and many cupboards
Characters: Alistair and Chey!
Where & When: Cottage 103 on Aesop Lane on...some day this week! In the evening!
Rating & Why: Safe as kittens I'm sure
Summary: Man why is that horrible giant person still in this buildinggggggggoh wait i'm hungry
One cannot live on coconut alone, and not for very long. At least, if one was a tiny alien with more metabolism than minutes in the day. Cheyndulamaribannb was hungry. There was really nothing for it - he was going to have to go downstairs.
He'd been holing upstairs for a good, long time, hidden out of sight like a cat would: if he didn't want to be found, then, dangit, he wasn't going to be found. Too bad food couldn't find him. Chey swallowed down a bit of dread (it was the only thing filling his stomach at the moment) and slowly descended, floating over steps to the ground floor and peering around. No one in sight, nothing in earshot...he was safe, right?
'Kitchen' was the room with the many 'cubburds' and 'cab-nets' that Co-let had pointed out not a couple days ago. Apparently their purpose was to store food, but his last experiment in that yielded a great deal of nothing. Perhaps that had changed. He really had no other choice.
Well, besides starve.
Hunger was his courage supplement, carefully tip-toe-hopping into the room and peering around the array of cabinetry. Where to even start?
Chey cut the decision-making process short and just went straight for the nearest door, carefully prying it open and walking inside. How convenient that those cabinets seemed to be all just one, big space on the inside! He could browse a bit better then, so long as he didn't trip over anything in the dark...
Where & When: Cottage 103 on Aesop Lane on...some day this week! In the evening!
Rating & Why: Safe as kittens I'm sure
Summary: Man why is that horrible giant person still in this buildinggggggggoh wait i'm hungry
One cannot live on coconut alone, and not for very long. At least, if one was a tiny alien with more metabolism than minutes in the day. Cheyndulamaribannb was hungry. There was really nothing for it - he was going to have to go downstairs.
He'd been holing upstairs for a good, long time, hidden out of sight like a cat would: if he didn't want to be found, then, dangit, he wasn't going to be found. Too bad food couldn't find him. Chey swallowed down a bit of dread (it was the only thing filling his stomach at the moment) and slowly descended, floating over steps to the ground floor and peering around. No one in sight, nothing in earshot...he was safe, right?
'Kitchen' was the room with the many 'cubburds' and 'cab-nets' that Co-let had pointed out not a couple days ago. Apparently their purpose was to store food, but his last experiment in that yielded a great deal of nothing. Perhaps that had changed. He really had no other choice.
Well, besides starve.
Hunger was his courage supplement, carefully tip-toe-hopping into the room and peering around the array of cabinetry. Where to even start?
Chey cut the decision-making process short and just went straight for the nearest door, carefully prying it open and walking inside. How convenient that those cabinets seemed to be all just one, big space on the inside! He could browse a bit better then, so long as he didn't trip over anything in the dark...