week 4 - witch's lair curfew

[divineth]

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[fetteredwings]

[SHAKING THE DOORS SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE IN HERE. Clawing. Angrily. She's leaving deep grooves in those doors hopefully they disappear by morning?]

[divineth]

[Oh no, Nala...

Urianger gets up from his spot near Thancred to go to her.]

Miss Nala, what troubleth thee?

[fetteredwings]

[Turning when she feels Urianger come close and she visibly pouts and points at her ears.


Yeah...]

[divineth]

[Oh NO.

Okay, okay. After giving her an apologetic look, he hurries to the desk so he can write the same question on a piece of paper to show her.]

[fisheyeperspective]

[Once everyone's been locked in for the night and Nala has finished clawing at the door, Sorawo is just gonna quietly stack some big, heavy tomes right in front of the door before finding someplace to settle down for the night.]

[divineth]

[Aha, a little trap to see if anyone enters overnight... Urianger doesn't stop her from setting it.

Once she's settled:]

May I ask how thou farest, Sorawo?

[He would not blame her if the answer was some degree of "bad" because boy is he feeling that too.]

[fisheyeperspective]

You know what? Better than everyone else here, actually.

[Not that she can be certain, but...]

The only thing I've lost all week is my sense of smell.

[fetteredwings]

[ What if she adds the chairs to the stack. Hehehe]

[fisheyeperspective]

[You know what. Why not!! Sorawo will just have to make sure she's positioned such that a chair isn't going to fall on her in her sleep.]

That's the spirit.

[heartofcorundum]

Smart girl.

[Said from his seat in probably-the-only-chair-left what is nala doing]

A pity we can't set up something a little more subtle, but that'll do.

[fisheyeperspective]

I know it won't actually keep any of us safe, but it just feels better to try.

[heartofcorundum]

[Someone is here and unfortunately in mandatory gay baby jail on one of the chairs, considering the state of him. But he has since been properly Healer Lamped and bandaged up and is now stuck staring up at the ceiling with his one good eye.]

And the cycle continues, eh.

[fetteredwings]

[Just putting her lamp next to him and lighting it. Thancred can spend the night with more healing.]

[heartofcorundum]

[Well he can spot Urianger having to do charades with her at the door, so he foregos the quip, a little bow of his head before he pantomimes something to write with. Thank the Twelve he's ambidextrous.]

[divineth]

[Someone should be in bed, to be completely honest. But after reaching a compromise, Urianger brought Thancred over here to meet with Y'shtola, provided he sit and rest. So the uncomfortable desk chair has been furnished with some blankets and pillows, and a small ottoman found in one of the dusty corners has been moved to let him put his feet up.

Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]

So it doth. No rest for the weary, as ever...

[heartofcorundum]

[A long-suffering sigh, too dramatic to be serious as he shifts his weight to accomodate for the addition.]

And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.

[avocations]

[ Surprisingly enough, Y’sholta is here! Or maybe it’s not a surprise, given the space that this is and what occurred earlier. She’s sitting at the table, book open before her.

Though… she isn’t really reading it, not at this time. ]

[fetteredwings]

[Have a pair of wide purple eyes peering over the edge of the table. Tapping gently to get her attention]

[avocations]

[ Ah, she can certain feel eyes on her, and Nala's presence so close to her enough to alert Y'shtola to it, so it only takes a tap or two for her to look up.

She smiles. ]

In need of something?

[heartofcorundum]

...Stuck in your head, again, Y'shtola?

[A careful prod from where he sits.]

[avocations]

I should have known that wouldn't make it past you, even in your state.

[ Her smile is tired, but it's there. ]

I have good reason to be. Wouldn't you agree, Thancred?

[divineth]

[Urianger and Thancred are here at the witch's lair for a reason, and Y'shtola is it.

He sets a fresh cup of tea in front of her and joins her at the table.]

I would make a comment about Thancred driving us to gray early, but...

[He smiles, tired. Doesn't really work for either of them, does it?]

[avocations]

[ She takes the cup, her gratefulness showing in the way her fingers settle against the warmth that permeates through the mug.

She laughs, tired but still with some humor. ]

Well... we can lodge complaints anyway. Certainly loud enough for him to overhear.

[ It's their right!! But, more importantly... her voice lowers, slightly. ]

How are you faring, Urianger?

[fisheyeperspective]

[Once she's piled up some books by the door, and Nala's helped by piling on some additional chairs, Sorawo will settle in a corner to wait out the rest of the night. It's from this corner that she calls out to Y'shtola:]

Are you working on a problem, or...?

[fetteredwings]

[ Nala is used to keeping snacks on her so everyone else gets snacks too.

Muffin bar for Thancred, fruit and crisps for the others. ]