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Little Finger
Characters: characters participating in the Little Finger game
Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings
ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search
Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice.
Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.
Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.
Round Three
has not yet started
Round Four
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Round Five
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Round Six
has not yet started
Setting: a riverbank at night in a dream
Format: any
Summary: It's time to search
Warnings: general creepiness and horror warnings
ROUND ONE (complete): mingle | search
ROUND TWO: mingle | search
Round One [COMPLETE]
NO SUPERHUMAN POWERS; SEARCH THE GRASS, BUSHES, TREES, OR THE RIVER ITSELF
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Thick fog coats the area behind the gate, across the river, and perhaps twenty feet in either direction from where you stand. Going into this fog, you feel, would be extremely dangerous--possibly suicidal. Eventually the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand and the little finger on her right hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing six of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice.
Round Two [FOUR FINGERS REMAIN]
SUPERHUMAN POWERS ACTIVE; SEARCH ALL PREVIOUS AREAS, BRIDGE, LAWN
This appears much like the story you may remember reading--an old woman crouches next to a gate, searching through thick, wet riverbank grass. Wait, this has happened before--welcome to round two. You didn't find anything last time, and that's why you're here now. The fog remains, but it's drawn back a bit--travelling to the bridge, a simple wooden structure, is now possible without entering the fog, and the gate opens into the lawn of a house. The house itself is yet covered in fog, but there's a doghouse and the lawn itself to search through. Going into the fog still feels impossibly dangerous.
Eventually, the woman stands up. She is missing all the fingers on her left hand.
"Please, could you help me find my fingers? I'm missing five of them."
It doesn't look like you have a choice. All wounds remain from the previous round. Anyone killed last round returns, but they have a scar that reflects their manner of death.
Round Three
has not yet started
Round Four
has not yet started
Round Five
has not yet started
Round Six
has not yet started
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[She looked at her own damaged hand, fingers couldn't be put back on, not even with magic, not if they'd been lost a while. So this dream was just stupid.]
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Oh, these things happen, dear. [The woman doesn't seem to mind.]
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[It is going to take some time to search through all of this grass. There are occasional piles of dirt and various lost objects, like old baseballs.]
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An owl--or it looks like an owl, from how quickly it flashes by--perched on a tree in the yard snatches it up and returns to its home inside the tree.]
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hfgkghjlf oops.
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She clung onto a branch with her left hand, kicking her legs, trying to find a foot hold as blood pours from her other hand. Everything was pain and Nesir plunged into the emptiness to escape it, so she could think.]
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If she's not disturbed she will just stay here until the rounds over. She is done with this stupid finger biting owl and the stupid lady who couldn't keep track of her fingers.]
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It takes him a good while to locate her, but she's eventually joined in the treetop by a jackal-headed creature with an apologetic expression. All that searching and the person he had been looking for was right below where he had started. How callous had that looked, seizing the prize and then flying off while she huddled and bled? Moving slowly in an effort not to startle her into falling, he maneuvers into the girl's field of vision and tries to attract her attention.]
...Hello?
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Or something. She looks warily at the creature as it approaches, thinking that at least if she is killed she will come back fingers intact.]
What do you be wanting?
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[Killing is about the farthest thing from his mind right now... and even if he knew what she was thinking, he doesn't quite share her faith in the restorative powers of these false deaths. Ruana doesn't seem the sort to leave her victims with such an easy out.]
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[It was true, out of all the sort of friends, allies and even people she couldn't stand that she had met in the tower, none of them were in this living dream.]
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[Well, so much for that idea.]
I can help you down from there, at least.
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