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sticksandbones2026-03-01 04:48 pm
sparkplugs) wrote in sticksandbones2026-03-01 04:48 pm
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Who: Cy [sparkplugs] and YOU
What: Powers are back, but they are not back enough.
When: The nebulous period between powers returning and going WAY OVERBOARD.
Where: Around the Grove. Literally. Anywhere. Wherever your character is likely to be.
Warnings: N/A
[Maybe you find her within the inn, beneath one of the seats or racing up and down the halls. She's in the greenhouse one minute, then striding purposefully through the forest as though she has a destination she can never quite reach. The tabby seems to be everywhere, flitting from one place to another with an angry energy she can't seem to shake.
When she pauses it's as though she's trying to hack up a hairball, though it's only a few sparse spores of light that emerge or nothing at all. This only serves to make her angrier. She turns to whoever happens to be nearest, dirty fur bristling and ears pinned.]
The piper's paid. It should be easy to sing.
[She spits, her own twitching tail the next victim of her wrath as she makes a clumsy dive to grab it.]
sparkplugs] and YOUWhat: Powers are back, but they are not back enough.
When: The nebulous period between powers returning and going WAY OVERBOARD.
Where: Around the Grove. Literally. Anywhere. Wherever your character is likely to be.
Warnings: N/A
[Maybe you find her within the inn, beneath one of the seats or racing up and down the halls. She's in the greenhouse one minute, then striding purposefully through the forest as though she has a destination she can never quite reach. The tabby seems to be everywhere, flitting from one place to another with an angry energy she can't seem to shake.
When she pauses it's as though she's trying to hack up a hairball, though it's only a few sparse spores of light that emerge or nothing at all. This only serves to make her angrier. She turns to whoever happens to be nearest, dirty fur bristling and ears pinned.]
The piper's paid. It should be easy to sing.
[She spits, her own twitching tail the next victim of her wrath as she makes a clumsy dive to grab it.]