A tisket a tasket

[touchofcashmere]

WHO: Stede and You
WHERE: Network
WHEN: 12/8 2 a.m.
WHAT: Chaos
WARNINGS: Nothing...yet



[at around two a.m., some might be awoken by an ungodly scream from their phones. The video with the un: blublood is all black but there is the sound of crashing and screaming and grunting and 'Oh God!' High and delicate and terrified and even more screams and echoing roar and something tearing with a resounding. 'Please, no! Do you want some honey? Some tea? Aieeeee!'

Then, dead silence, about thirty minutes later there is a sliver of light on the device as if peering through a cracked door and through the crack it's easy to see a giant honey-brown bear taking up what remains of the rest of the bed, holding the shredded remains of a feather pillow and snoring gently. The voice near the device is small and squeaky]

H-hello? I'd like to report a bear...

Comments

[phdmotherfucker]

Animal. It's the bear again.

[ It's more fun to play wrong on purpose. ]

[touchofcashmere]

Alright, well- not to worry, not everyone can be clever enough for twenty questions. I don't hold it against you. [but he does, because it's annoying]

[phdmotherfucker]

Wow. Here I am, risking hypothermia and mauling to save a stranger from a bear, only to be attacked and implied stupid to my face. You have trouble making friends, don't you?

[touchofcashmere]

Well I'm sorry for the wallop, and I'm grateful you came. I am. [and he is, even if, at present, there's not much saving going on]

But if you didn't want to play you could have said so instead of being an ass about it.

[phdmotherfucker]

[ She half-shrugs. ]

I play games my own way. Do you think it's asleep yet?

[touchofcashmere]

[he's not commenting on that at all, though he could] Let's check.

[carefully he peeks out the door to see the bear has curled up on the ruin of the bed and seems to be snoring]

Looks good. What next.

[phdmotherfucker]

Right. Okay. I can only do an area about the size of this closet, so stay close. And don't throw shit.

[touchofcashmere]

Gotcha. [he sticks close to her, only a hairsbreadth away, looking nervously at the slumbering creature] And you're sure it can't hear, smell or see us?