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Susan was a lot of things just at the moment. She was being bloody inconvenienced, for one thing, and not happy about it. After having woken up as DEATH, and checking on Binky*, she had made her way back to the compound.
She didn’t even know what Halloween was, since it wasn’t celebrated on the Disc**, and she seemed to be thrown right in the middle of the whole mess. Someone had very helpfully written Halloween in rather large letters on the calendar, and a quick check of the bookshelf (after sidestepping a Cyberperson) told her enough to fill in the rest.
Fine. So the island was playing silly buggers again. Susan dearly wished she could send the island to the back of the room to Think About What It Had Done, but there were one or two practicalities standing in the way. There was also a very annoying raven poking at the buttons on an armchair.
THEY ARE NOT EYEBALLS, QUOTH. IF YOU DO BY SOME MIRACLE ACTUALLY GET ONE OF THOSE BUTTONS OFF YOU ARE ONLY GOING TO CHOKE.
SQUEAK! The Death of Rats stuck it’s head out from under the chair, nodding in agreement.
AND THEN THE RAT WILL REAP YOU. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? CLEARLY THE RAT DOES.
SNH SNH SNH
Quoth considered both Susan and the laughing Death of Rats, initially unable to decide who he should address. He was tempted to ignore both of them and keep after that tasty looking eyeball on the chair. Realising he had already poked a sizeable hole in the fabric, Quoth hopped nervously from foot to foot, hoping Susan wouldn’t notice. “You seem to have caught a nasty case of Death, Susan.”
SO IT SEEMS.
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK! The Death of Rats added, gesturing emphatically with his little bony arms.
“And the Rat isn’t very happy about it. He says this shouldn’t be happening, not until,” The Death of Rats had firmly planted a bony foot into Quoth with a menacing look. “oooof! That was plain unnecessary!”
THEN CAN ONE OF YOU EXPLAIN WHY-
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Susan was a lot of things at the moment, but the highest on the list was that she was DEATH, and that meant being pulled to anywhere there is, or will be, a death occurring - without warning.
*Who was, as suspected, floating 3 feet in the air and had to be reacquainted with the ground.
**The Disc is a place where Vampires, Trolls, Dwarves, Werewolves, Talking Dogs, Witches, Wizards, Orangutan Librarians, Anthropomorphic Personifications and CMOT Dibbler resided. What would they do on Halloween? Dress up as each other?
[OOC: Catch Susan!DEATH anywhere you want to on the island. She is everywhere!]
She didn’t even know what Halloween was, since it wasn’t celebrated on the Disc**, and she seemed to be thrown right in the middle of the whole mess. Someone had very helpfully written Halloween in rather large letters on the calendar, and a quick check of the bookshelf (after sidestepping a Cyberperson) told her enough to fill in the rest.
Fine. So the island was playing silly buggers again. Susan dearly wished she could send the island to the back of the room to Think About What It Had Done, but there were one or two practicalities standing in the way. There was also a very annoying raven poking at the buttons on an armchair.
THEY ARE NOT EYEBALLS, QUOTH. IF YOU DO BY SOME MIRACLE ACTUALLY GET ONE OF THOSE BUTTONS OFF YOU ARE ONLY GOING TO CHOKE.
SQUEAK! The Death of Rats stuck it’s head out from under the chair, nodding in agreement.
AND THEN THE RAT WILL REAP YOU. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? CLEARLY THE RAT DOES.
SNH SNH SNH
Quoth considered both Susan and the laughing Death of Rats, initially unable to decide who he should address. He was tempted to ignore both of them and keep after that tasty looking eyeball on the chair. Realising he had already poked a sizeable hole in the fabric, Quoth hopped nervously from foot to foot, hoping Susan wouldn’t notice. “You seem to have caught a nasty case of Death, Susan.”
SO IT SEEMS.
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK! The Death of Rats added, gesturing emphatically with his little bony arms.
“And the Rat isn’t very happy about it. He says this shouldn’t be happening, not until,” The Death of Rats had firmly planted a bony foot into Quoth with a menacing look. “oooof! That was plain unnecessary!”
THEN CAN ONE OF YOU EXPLAIN WHY-
…………………………………………………………………
Susan was a lot of things at the moment, but the highest on the list was that she was DEATH, and that meant being pulled to anywhere there is, or will be, a death occurring - without warning.
*Who was, as suspected, floating 3 feet in the air and had to be reacquainted with the ground.
**The Disc is a place where Vampires, Trolls, Dwarves, Werewolves, Talking Dogs, Witches, Wizards, Orangutan Librarians, Anthropomorphic Personifications and CMOT Dibbler resided. What would they do on Halloween? Dress up as each other?
[OOC: Catch Susan!DEATH anywhere you want to on the island. She is everywhere!]