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dramatispersonae) wrote2014-06-15 03:47 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2014-06-15 03:47 pm
Tiger's Eye
.[The room itself is simple. A small table made out of crackers (chairs as well) and an empty pitcher with empty glasses. There are windows, a small light fixture above to illuminate the room, and the walls themselves are gingerbread. You can then hear the Baker's voice vibrating in the room. A low, quiet voice, old and tired, straining to get words across.]
I remembered something though I'm not sure what I've remembered. Whose story is this? I've forgotten a lot of things, but if I was able to remember this, surely it's important . . . :
There once was a baker who spent all of her days baking bread. It was neither good nor bad, but it would fill the stomachs of those who were hungry. She, herself, was a poor woman and earned very little. Of course, you cannot earn very much when you give almost everything away. However, she remembers being hungry, and she did not wish the same fate on anyone else.
Two little children in particular were fond of visiting the bakery . . .
[There's a pause and you can hear a soft "oh!" before the Baker speaks up again.]
I was in the middle of providing for all of you, weren't I? Provide, provide . . . ah yes, let me give you all a menu.
[And then a menu poofs onto the table with a puff of smoke. If you cannot read it for whatever reason, you can hear a voice reading you the menu as you need it.]
I remembered something though I'm not sure what I've remembered. Whose story is this? I've forgotten a lot of things, but if I was able to remember this, surely it's important . . . :
There once was a baker who spent all of her days baking bread. It was neither good nor bad, but it would fill the stomachs of those who were hungry. She, herself, was a poor woman and earned very little. Of course, you cannot earn very much when you give almost everything away. However, she remembers being hungry, and she did not wish the same fate on anyone else.
Two little children in particular were fond of visiting the bakery . . .
[There's a pause and you can hear a soft "oh!" before the Baker speaks up again.]
I was in the middle of providing for all of you, weren't I? Provide, provide . . . ah yes, let me give you all a menu.
[And then a menu poofs onto the table with a puff of smoke. If you cannot read it for whatever reason, you can hear a voice reading you the menu as you need it.]
Re: Results
If it goes down, it will feel like your throat is burning and the burning will linger in your stomach afterwards. No physical burns however.]
The Baker’s voice sounds a little agitated:
"This isn't right . . . ?"
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You will find a bowl of small tarts labeled "Magic 10pts from Jasper". However, they look old, moldy and burnt. You have a feeling that the magic will not be far from this.
Re: Results
If it's all right with you, I'll take both of these. I think it's my turn. I can swallow some fire and overcooked pies.
Re: Results
Re: Results
You're getting tired. Your mind is getting foggy. You can feel your hands turning wrinkled and bony. They don't actually, but the feeling doesn't leave. It's hard to stand, it's hard to think. And all the while, the burning sensation in the bit of your stomach doesn't fade.]