You're It!
Mar 13, 2022 12:35:06 GMT -5
Post by Yjrn Mistwander on Mar 13, 2022 12:35:06 GMT -5
Well s'less of a projec' and moren' a stress relief. The Throne stood beside a particularly grumpy looking Pickaxe beside him.
Yjrn, standing across from him, looked more bemused than anything else. Beside her a older Chaorite looked irritated and was lashing his tail rapidly from side to side. This is a fully functional restaurant, a gym, a cathedral, some catacombs, and at least half a hospital. He scowled at the Armadigger, What it is not is a daycare.
Well there's been a lot of stress. The Weyrd had seen a population boom and was expanding, there was a lot of work for an Anvil.
There was a sense that if a feline could pinch the bridge of it's nose this one would most certainly be doing it. How am I going to get them out?
"We could make a game of it?" Yjrn chimed in, "Maybe tag?" She suggested.
The Chaorite then looked up at her like a light bulb had gone off over it's head. That just might work.
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Yjrn had put up a few flyers around the weyrd, hand written little thing indicating that there were kittens wanting to play a game. Outside of the strange building that extended back into the mountain the Chaorite waited patiently for people to show up.
Next to him were two queues drawn on the ground, one had a sign labeled "It" and a few bright, fluorescent yellow jerseys. The other had a sign labeled "Not It" and lead directly into the building.
Take your pick. The kittens are already inside waiting. Which was perhaps not entirely accurate but they would figure it out soon enough when they noticed all the people following them around.
Yjrn, standing across from him, looked more bemused than anything else. Beside her a older Chaorite looked irritated and was lashing his tail rapidly from side to side. This is a fully functional restaurant, a gym, a cathedral, some catacombs, and at least half a hospital. He scowled at the Armadigger, What it is not is a daycare.
Well there's been a lot of stress. The Weyrd had seen a population boom and was expanding, there was a lot of work for an Anvil.
There was a sense that if a feline could pinch the bridge of it's nose this one would most certainly be doing it. How am I going to get them out?
"We could make a game of it?" Yjrn chimed in, "Maybe tag?" She suggested.
The Chaorite then looked up at her like a light bulb had gone off over it's head. That just might work.
---
Yjrn had put up a few flyers around the weyrd, hand written little thing indicating that there were kittens wanting to play a game. Outside of the strange building that extended back into the mountain the Chaorite waited patiently for people to show up.
Next to him were two queues drawn on the ground, one had a sign labeled "It" and a few bright, fluorescent yellow jerseys. The other had a sign labeled "Not It" and lead directly into the building.
Take your pick. The kittens are already inside waiting. Which was perhaps not entirely accurate but they would figure it out soon enough when they noticed all the people following them around.