"Do you guys think we could arrange all this stuff into some kind of statue? A tribute to the stuff that breaks when... uh..."
Springy pauses.
"What did happen here, again? An earthquake? Demonic possession? End of the world?"
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Springy Bedpost wastes 0 time in springing to action. She fires off her Speak with Animals spell like ability, and gives the rat a smile and a wink. "Don't worry, Mr. Rat! We're going to kill this weird tentacle guy that's got you looking so scared. Just wait right there, and you'll be able to go back to eating cheese or fleas or whatever in a couple seconds!"
"Emo sodwich aren't osnad edict am I me each laddy to you, too!"
"Hey, big sis." Springy has her crossbow at the ready. "I can't really see past the guys in front. If there's something to shoot at, let me know."
"I heard trouble!" Springy is there as fast as she can move, which is... about as fast as Jagray, to be fair. She plays a 'JA-JA-JAAAN' on her lute to punctuate the idea of trouble, gives a quick look around. "So we're going to kill some dopplegangers, and then everyone here will love us and we'll also have lots of food? Sounds easy."
I think it would be best not to trust Springy with any expendable magic items at the moment, even with her UMD, so I will disqualify her from carrying them at the moment.
Before bed... "You can definitely call me little sister!" she replies with a huge smile. "Which makes you big sister... Nuhu, I've got a family already!" She, on some level, wonders what a family is and how she knows she has one. That only lasts about a moment, as she's distracted again by the idea of sleeping. And then, upon waking up, she goes about strumming an inane little tune on her lute while humming to herself. No better way to burn time 'til it's time to go, right?
"I am all for sleeping! Maybe this time I'll dream of fried bread..."
It's also at this point that Springy stands up on a chair (having earlier flashed the nurse a thumbs-up) and raises her hand skyward. All told, she might be about as tall as a normal human. "Hey! Hey you guys! Do any of you have the ability to heal people?! Our Dwarf got stabbed, and we need to go hunt down some food so that we don't all starve to death, and so we should heal him, because he's our designated getting-stabbed guy, so if he dies we can't find food, and then we'd be dooooomed." There's something about the way she drags out that word... "But we won't be! Because if someone can heal him we can go off and hunt for supplies! So step forward, someone or anyone!"
"Ooh, alright. Let me see if I can go help with that!" Springy goes ahead and moves herself into the general area of the corner, looking at Loic. "Hi. Hello? Good day. Or evening! Is there a thing I can help with?"
"I sing songs. You guys all know that know, you probably heard from down the hall?"' Springy things for a moment about anything else she can do to assist. "Oh! And I can talk to moles! But not rats, they're always kind of jerks?" She isn't sure how she knows that, but she's very sure of it.
"Our people are talking to the other people and we're all in agreement that we're probably not doppelgangers." Springy summarizes, flawlessly grasping the situation.
So. I've been having some issues with posting. Mentally I'm fine, mostly, it's just like. You ever do that thing where you stare in the distance when you should be doing something and then you just... don't..? Yeah that's been me for a month now. I'm going to try forcibly scheduling some time to make myself do these posty things, maybe that will help.
"I have a better question. Maybe. An on-par question!" Springy points at the lady, grin as wide as her face. "Who were you! Name! Rank! Also how your leg got broken! And how you fight monsters without getting eaten! And also, what are you doing here?!"
Yeha, if you need me to move then just bot me until I'm back in... order. I'm gonna try to do 1/day! I can do that! DEFINITELY! PROBABLY! DON'T QUOTE ME ON IT!
Springy also follows, because she is a good gnome who definitely didn't get distracted by trying to make the paint cracks on the wall turn into a cool picture of a bird. ...That's a lie, she was totally doing that for a second.
I've been hit with some serious existential ennui of late, which puts me int he position of staring, trying to type something, and then going off to watch more youtube videos for six hours and suddenly it's bedtime whoops. Gonna... try working on that.
"Good at climbing... Oh, I might be good at climbing! Okay!" Confident in her abilities, Springy attempts to climb up the vent. If it matters, her climb is a -1.
Seconds ago... "No idea. But I like Springy. Bedpost. So I'm that. It's the best name, because it's mine." Now. "Huuuh..." Springy looks over the bodies as well. "That's a lot of dead guys. We were gonna end up there? That would've been boring." Yes, boring. That's the objection to raise here.
Springy ends her singing, but without a weapon or anything there's not much else to contribute... Oh! She'll go help the guy that's tied down. That's a good plan. Yes. Or at the very least, she'll see if he's dead or not.
Still singing, Springy leaves her cage and gives a menacing POINT!!! to the doppelganger, just in time for her to hit a particularly long held note in her (very much impromptu) song. She doesn't have any weapons, this is about the best she can do.
She is exactly as intimidating as you'd expect a small, pink-haired gnome to be.
"Ooh..." Springy watches the stabbing happen, wide-eyed. "He's about to die, huh? We should save him."
I'm alive properly now.
As for Springy, she's coming to terms with her own existence. Like, okay, this is spooky as heck, but people are handling the important things... and that leaves her to deal with the novelty of breathing in foul air and looking at the beds around her... Yeah, this is definitely okay. It's actually the best place she can remember ever being in! "Hey everyone, what's--" Oh, they're doin' a sneak. Springy will let them do a sneak, having decided that her name is definitely Springy.
Springy has attention span issues, so I went with twitchy. It's literally that simple.
Springy is on vacation in texas. It smells funny here, but at least there's no murderfog. But I'm still totally in. AND A BLANK SLATE OF FUN. :)
saaaaame. We didn't get anywhere, after all.
I'd be down with a replacement gm, yeah.
Same to you!
"I didn't! Or did I? I do know things..." Springy taps her chin, looking from one end of the room to the other. She puffs up proudly, then jabs a thumb at her chest. "Well! I had the dream, so maybe I dreamed of your dream. Or you dreamed of mine! I don't remember being veiled, though. But you didn't wake up with a veil, right? So maybe I did dream of being you. I didn't feel like I was being you, though... How do you know you're you? And how do I know I'm me... Hey!" She turns to someone completely at random. "I'm me, right? Not her? Or you?"
'Trying not to die' is a perfectly legitimate excuse for pausing things. Recover swiftly, but effectively!
Invite expired for me too. But yeah, pneumonia, the holidays... everything is a li'l slow at the moment. No big.
I'm here!
"Maybe. Did you get torn to pieces too?"
"An excellent question!" She thinks about it for a moment. "Fog!"
In the meanwhile, Springy (having also gotten bored), catches up as well. "Is there anything here? There wasn't anything back from here, so there's got to be something here, right?"
Yeah, it's a bit of a thing to adjust to. We'll get it.
Huzzah! I'm questionably useful!
Springy removes her buckler and gives it a good old fashioned climb attempt.
If scrolls go to Cell and Ame, and Weapons go to Endol and Jagray... I call dibs on questionably useful objects?
Springy also heads into the room, absentmindedly fiddling with getting her lute back on key. It's the #1 thing on her to do list for sure. #2 would be... Oh, well, she supposes she should look at something. Veil is looking at the bodies. Moustachvio is checking on the staircase (and she shouldn't go over there, since she was pretty sure vomit in her hair would be messy to clean out). She'll have to handle the flies, so that the others won't get annoyed by all the buzzing! She does so by trying to swat them out of the air while tuning her lute at the same time, making for a strange bit of theatre wherein she messes with a string, twists it a little, then claps at a fly.
Springy moves over to check on her gear. There's a lot of fiddling and faffing about with things as she tries out a lot of stuff that couldn't be hers, since it was all too big for her fun-sized self. Eventually she settles on her properly-sized gear... Which contains a lute. She thinks she had this stuff in her dream, anyways. "Hmm..." She twangs the strings thoughtfully. "I think it's a little flat." Time to adjust the instrument's tuning to get it back into shape! Because that is the most important thing here, clearly.
Everyone was busying themselves with getting their things together to prepare and introducing themselves. Hahah, she was so very clever to pick a name earlier! Now she can give it, with her chest puffed up proudly as she points to herself. "Springy Bedpost! It's great to be starting my afterlife with such excitement!"
I sure just got out of the hospital and then slept for eight hours. Once my body is back to working properly, I'll jump back in.
Springy smiles, unflinching. "Gotcha." Heedless of the danger of the swinging glass, she goes for the arm holding it to keep her there. There's three people in here, after all...
Springy is just generally going to SPringy.
"Wait, wait, waaaaaait! I know what this is! This is that one concept! Net tore rare! When the person you like gets stolen because of foreplay and things like that!" She's half being annoying on purpose, and half actually amazed at seeing such a rare thing with her own eyes. She thinks it's rare, anyways. "Is it really okay? Or are you one of those sexy bitionists? That's what this is, right?"
so i did. oops.
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