The Games They Play

[chaoschildofgod]

[Phone - Unfiltered]

[For some reason, chaos seems rather too amused as he's talking.]

Well, it seems that the town is playing another game, doesn't it?  As everyone has so far noted, it's likely that regardless of what we choose, or even if we choose not to fill this ballot out, the town will punish us.  The Mailman perhaps for those conforming to

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[ergaleomancer]

[Theta...doesn't sound entirely sane. In fact, her laughter sounds decidedly like Albedo's, unhinged and manic.]

Happy New Year, Yeshua! Well spoken! Well spoken!

[chaoschildofgod]

[There's a very short pause on chaos' end of the phone]

To you as well. Were you uninjured over Christmas?

[ergaleomancer]

[Her tone snaps to anger, like her moods are all over the place and unstable.]

I was a -clank-! I couldn't speak, and some wanker pulled my arm off!

[chaoschildofgod]

I see... I'm sorry to hear that. I am guessing your arm is fine now, though?

[catslooklikeme]

[Nall's gotten over the shock of being woken up in the middle of the night and the scare factor of the message that played on the TV so suddenly... now he's just grouchy and tired. He slinks over to chaos and plops down on the floor near his feet.]

Happy new year...

[His gaze moves towards the kitchen. Situations like this require tuna... did Wilhelm restock the tuna supply. Gosh, he hopes so...]

[chaoschildofgod]

[chaos looks down to the little... cat thing at his feet. He'll kneel a bit so Nall doesn't have as far to look up.]

Sorry, did I wake you, or were you just nearby?

[I'll assume this is after chaos hangs up with anyone he's talking to]

[catslooklikeme]

I was awake already. Hard to sleep when brats who need a spanking or a good thwap upside the head pop up on the weird box in the living room...

[chaoschildofgod]

Very true. She obviously doesn't know what leading is about. Shall we go have some warm milk or something? To sooth our nerves.