week two curfew.................

[toesies]

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[toesies]

[11PM HITS IN THE BIOME GARDEN, AND SUDDENLY...]

... Uh, guys? Is it just me, or are the plants twitching?

[shiftingwinds]

They—

[thwap! that's a plant straight to the head. she brings up a hand to rub at her head, frowning.]

...oh, come on! What did we ever to do them?!

[fergalicious]

Looks like they're more than twitching.

[ Medb looks very displeased and inches away from the plants, but it looks like one of them is trying wrap around her arm to bring her closer so they can bop her. ]

[toesies]

Would Pride forgive us if we tell them we killed their garden in self defense?

[Said like she already knows the answer is no, while trying to slap away the one latching onto Medb. Truly, the worst curfew effect.]

[shiftingwinds]

I doubt it. They seemed pretty attached to them.

[another plant tries to thwap her and she puts up a hand to block, getting some thorns to the wrist for her troubles.]<

Ouch!

[that comes out in a hiss.]

[fergalicious]

[ Yeah, Medb is blocking attacks with her riding crop as much as possible. ]

They'd still run us through with a knife.

[ She sounds pretty sure about that. ]

[toesies]

... Yeah, that sounds like them.

[A LONG SIGH.]

Maybe they'll get bored of hitting us eventually.

[shiftingwinds]

[she ducks and narrowly avoids a bop to the head]

Can plants get bored?

[fergalicious]

... If they're still going after we get knocked out, I'll put up with being stabbed by Pride.

[ She dances away from some thorns. ]

[shiftingwinds]

Ahaha... hopefully they won't be any need for that.

[fergalicious]

We'll see when we wake up tomorrow.

[shiftingwinds]

I suppose we shall.

[well. like.

they'll see if one of them doesn't wake up dead!]

[toesies]

No fucking clue. I'm not a plant whisperer.

[At this point she has resigned herself to getting bopped, bopped, bopped on the head.]

[shiftingwinds]

[she gets bopped in the forehead]

...this is getting annoying.