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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 22, 2014 23:39:03 GMT -8
"Cheer up, Ru. Nobody is getting possessed tonight! CHRIS! Ya wanna float with our psychic power? It'll be bombaroo."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 22, 2014 23:40:55 GMT -8
((Chris still here, see edits above.)) Chris B- "Naw, I'm good."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 22, 2014 23:43:06 GMT -8
Chloë- "I'll do it!"
Jack- "Oh come on, you could probably levitate as is, you weigh like, three apples."
Chloë- "Well, could you lift me with only one FINGER? I don't think so!"
Jack- "Maybe, as long as it wasn't the pinky... Even then..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 22, 2014 23:47:01 GMT -8
"Well it wouldn't have worked anyway, non-believer. Chloë is already light as a feather but can she be stiff as a board? Ya gonna find out!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 22, 2014 23:48:22 GMT -8
Ru- Ru sighs. Why not. "Let's do the stiff as a feather, light as a board on Chloe then."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 22, 2014 23:49:09 GMT -8
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Dec 22, 2014 23:51:34 GMT -8
"Climb on the table, dear, and cross your arms. Mind the candles!" She waved her hand, urging Chloë to take the board position.
"Everyone surround her and tuck a finger under her body. Hope you aren't ticklish!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 22, 2014 23:58:42 GMT -8
Chris B didn't have time to answer before the boardening began...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 23, 2014 0:02:43 GMT -8
Chloë clambered up on the table, hardly jostling it, and laid back. She folded her arms on her chest. She tried to look like a peaceful corpse, and was successful for about 2 seconds, before she started giggling.
Chloë- "Whoa this table is really uncomfortable. If I slept here I'd be stiff as a board without needing any ghosts at all."
Wilhelm- "Oh what a lark this is. I believe this game originated during 'zeh White Death. Even our games had to be morbid!"
Wilhelm- "Eh, 'we' as in 'zeh collective of humanity."
Chloë- "So yeah, everyone put a finger under me (ugh that sounds sooo weird), and I think-- Uh, someone says "She looks sick" then the next person "she looks super sick" or whatever, and it gets worse and worse. Maybe you could be really gross and that would be funny. After everyone goes, the last person says "she's dead." Then... well, you call to the ghost for help or something, but Babette probably knows better than me."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 23, 2014 0:08:50 GMT -8
Wilhelm- "Poor dear Chloë has fallen so ill she is positively ashen."
Jack- "Wow, Chloë looks so sickly, we should get an intro from that guy on Spooksville Incorporated before we're allowed to look at her."
Chloë- "Ooh that's mean!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 23, 2014 0:09:33 GMT -8
Ru- "Ok Chloe!" He tries to put a finger under her to support her and attempts to sound convincing. "Chloe! You look sick! You're so cold and pale! You might just have....uh..pneumonia and hanta virus at the same time!" He pushed up gently!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 23, 2014 0:12:07 GMT -8
"Chloë, ya look sicker than a toad on a railway! I've seen livelier boxes of dirt!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 23, 2014 0:14:35 GMT -8
Chris B- "Chloë looks so sick she'll need to be turned into a zombie to walk again."
(to Eli) "Even then, I'm less interested in ghost Minchin than the living guy..."
(to All)
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 23, 2014 0:24:57 GMT -8
As everyone spoke, Chloë twisted her face up to resist smiling, and finally calmed herself to play the part better.
The candles flickered, everyone's shadows jumped around and scattered in the orange light. The room fell quiet, the distant sound of the party was muted to a dull thrumming, and the resident vampires had to remember to breathe, to keep up the ruse. Wilhelm- "Oh dear, what a tragedy. It appears our dearest Chloë hass passed away." The room fell silent again, Chloë's body felt cold and weightless over everyone's fingers, like a comforter left in a drafty room. Her eyes flickered open, and she let her lips part and her jaw fall slack. She didn't blink. But it was hard to tell in the flickering candle light... Wilhelm- "How can we ever bring back our dear departed Chloë? What could bring her back from 'zeh grave?"
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