SESSION 1 - DAFFODIL

[crittersheep]

[ On this section of the wall, a 3 x 3 grid has your flock's name on it:


You intuitively know you can tap the space you want to fill, and tap the symbol you want to fill it with. ]

EDITABLE SPREADSHEET | MAIN SESSION POST | TOPLEVEL WITH DISCUSSIONS

Comments

GUESSES

[thelastfirstborn]

SPACE: top/middle/bottom + left/center/right
SYMBOL: name/number/color will suffice
TRIBUTE: the one who bites it if this guess is wrong
<b>SPACE:</b> top/middle/bottom + left/center/right <b>SYMBOL:</b> name/number/color will suffice <b>TRIBUTE:</b> the one who bites it if this guess is wrong

Re: GUESSES

[rugpull]

SPACE: middle right
SYMBOL: 2
TRIBUTE: Biscuit

SPACE: bottom right
SYMBOL: 4
TRIBUTE: Biscuit

SPACE: bottom left
SYMBOL: 9
TRIBUTE: Tart

Re: GUESSES

[thelastfirstborn]

[ the symbol glows briefly . . . and then nothing happens?

it must have been accepted. ]

[ the symbol glows briefly . . . and then nothing happens?

it must have been accepted. ]

[ the symbol glows briefly . . . and then nothing happens?

it must have been accepted. ]

TRIBUTE SIGN-IN

[crittersheep]

Re: TRIBUTE SIGN-IN

[rugpull]

????

Re: TRIBUTE SIGN-IN

[secondbornsun]

????

1

[thelastfirstborn]

[ You have been selected for tribute.


The creatures swarm around you suddenly—though you may fight them off, their numbers are too great, and moreover, even close proximity to them sends your brain haywire, and you're quickly overwhelmed by, if nothing else, a horrible sense of vertigo, before drowning in a sea of We Many.

Their stay is quick—they only need something from you—but when they leave, regardless of whether they injure you or not, you feel changed. ]

[secondbornsun]

[ just vibin ]

[rugpull]

[comes back]

Okay so...

[goes over where Things Are]

[secondbornsun]

[ nods, thoughtfully ]

. . . Middle right, 2.

Bottom right, 4.

Bottom left, 9.

[rugpull]

Whyzat?

[secondbornsun]

Look at the flock names, the colors on 'em. They correspond to the grid too.

[ makes a little wave of his hand, light dances in the air to make a magic grid of his own

]

Gotta make sure we ain't overlappin' with any'a the relevant flocks.

[rugpull]

Well balls.

[secondbornsun]

Keep an eye on what the other flocks're puttin' in on their grid, yeah?

[rugpull]

Whatta pain in the ass....

Yes sir! Got it!

[secondbornsun]

Go submit the ones I just gave ya, too.

[rugpull]

[in they go]

Done.

[secondbornsun]

. . . Oi. Don't put my name down, put that weed girl's name down. The rat.

[ idr what her name was ]

[rugpull]

Clover is all fuckin' sweet on her.

We'll put my name.

[secondbornsun]

. . .


. . .




. . . Fine.

[rugpull]

Last thing I need is t'make Lyra sad.

[secondbornsun]

Then we can just forfeit here.

[rugpull]

Naw.

....left middle seven.

[rugpull]

Wait no.

[secondbornsun]

"Wait no" what.

[rugpull]

[squinting at numbers]

1/2

[secondbornsun]

[secondbornsun]

We're forfeitin', Biscuit.

[rugpull]

No but wait where does the seven go???? SEVEN WHERE DO YA GO???

[secondbornsun]

I'll get ya a sudoku book when we get home.

[ @ the cavern ]

Oi, we forfeit.

[thelastfirstborn]

[ the spooky voice echoes, ]

Why, do you forfeit?

[secondbornsun]

'cause I'm tired an' I wanna go home.

[thelastfirstborn]

You, are tired.

I understand.

We, will learn from this.

We accept, your forfeit.

[rugpull]

I...I COULDA DONE IT....

[thelastfirstborn]

You, wish to continue?

[rugpull]

If Tart wants t'stop we're stoppin'....

[red faced, embarrassed]

[thelastfirstborn]

[ there's a thoughtful pause before bluebell's board lights up

It is, not in use.

If you would like, to solve that.

[rugpull]

If I get hurt Tart'll have my hide.




[gonna go eat weird food tho nom]

[crittersheep]

The food, will protect you.



[ It's delicious, but moreover, whatever assorted Agonies you might already have, you'll find you've been healed from one of them. If you don't have any Agonies right now, well—don't worry about it! ]

[rugpull]

...oooo.

[tail wags]

[rugpull]

[boom lily]

[rugpull]

[and got the go ahead from ODIN FOR THISTLE more info]

[rugpull]

Anyway my guess is uh 4, 8, 3, 7, 5, 2, 6, 1, 9.

[secondbornsun]

4's wrong.

[rugpull]

Noooooooooooooo....

I want it in the same line as the 7, they seem like buddies t'me.

[secondbornsun]

. . . Buddies?

[rugpull]

Yeh.

Just seem friendly.