Turquoise

[dramatispersonae]

[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

Comments

[standbyrival]

[--whoa that is not itching eyes at all!1]

[CATCHES sort of WE ARE BOTH TINY]

--Rise?!

[chrnological]

[dskjlas;dkj]

T... this isn't the same.

[standbyrival]

[mffff. tries to lean/prop against a wall]

Yes, obviously! What's wrong?

[chrnological]

[I am... not gonna be able to help you out, buddy.]

I can't feel my legs.

[standbyrival]

[gosh!1 well ikki is taller and helping so yay]

Tch--so she lied. It better wear off soon.

[chrnological]

[flexing fingers on one hand... not on the other. despite staring at it. 8(]

Maybe this is what another team had...

[standbyrival]

It doesn't matter. If everyone had a different vial, there was no point in Faith trying ours.

--is something wrong with that arm too?

[chrnological]

...yes.

[standbyrival]

[experimentally lifts it...and then drops it. mrrr :|]

Guess that's it for you right now.

[chrnological]

[thanks Mr. Sensitive]

I guess. Go finish the game.