first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[princessia]

No.

[ Oh boy, she's sounding sassy now. She's wriggling around a little more, but quickly gives up. Defeated, she allows her arms to dangle. ]

You didn't let me finish my healing spell. I was almost done!

[ Almost ready to pass out, yeah. ]

[percolates]

[If she falls (she won't), it's not Ciri's fault.]

You were about to drop. If you were trying to prove something, that wasn't a very wise way to go about it. A smart sorceress wouldn't do that to herself.

[princessia]

[ If she did fall, she'd probably get even brattier. But mage, witch, and now sorceress? That's a new one for her. She huffs, annoyed. ]

I was trying to help!

[percolates]

I know! [Stop yelling!!] But you help no one if you make a scene, passing out on some poor person's boots.

[princessia]

[ No...! She won't stop yelling!! ]

But I-...!

[ Okay, nevermind. She's stopping when she's realizing her yelling could make a scene. You're right, Ciri. She's going to suddenly turn quiet and pout. ]

[percolates]

[Oh. Hmm. Well. That was... easy.]

Are you pouting back there?

[Just let it be, Ciri, you were almost home free...]

[princessia]

[ Elize is obedient, most of the time. Even if there are decisions being made that make her very unhappy. ]

No.

[ Yes. ]

[percolates]

That sounds a lot like it... [She knows. And once they're near a bench she thinks is far enough away, she slides the small girl off her shoulder and gently deposits her.]

Oh, look at you. Not very ladylike.

[princessia]

[ She sits, placing her hands on her lap. Huffing, she turns her head away from Ciri. Whatever, Ciri...! ]