trapped in a box!

[gloomyapoplectic]

[THE "IN A BOX" MEME]

You appear to have woken up in a box. It's cramped and you can't see shit.

Well, maybe you can just-- move this way--

oh my god there is another person in this box and you have no idea who they are.

What do you do?


Legit. You're in a small, dark, nigh-indestructible box with a random person. No scenarios. Just shenanigans. Post your character waking up (or sleeping stubbornly), or tag others! Are you waking up too? Maybe you've been awake, waiting? Maybe you're trying to wake up the lazy asshole you're stuck in the box with? Doesn't matter. Antics. Go.

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[uprisings]

[He don't care about her annoyance!!!! Okay maybe he cares a little? Mostly only because Annoying A Highblood in this aforementioned Terrible Situation sparks old, old defense mechanisms from when he was a kid. They're certainly not loud enough to distract him from her advice which is surprisingly decent though]

[So yep. Breathing. Very very slowly, and rather shakily at first, but it evens out a little before too long]

Why are we, in, here.

[shesapir8]

[She keeps her distance, gives him all the room she can spare and stays quiet. Quiet and calm, things he seems to struggle with. Was it the size of his horns that had caused this need for space, or was if a part of his mutation.

Who knows. She'll ask another day.]

I don't know. This place likes to play games, doesn't it?

[uprisings]

[He wouldn't be able to tell her if she did ask, but it's a combination of the two. He has been nervous about cramped spaces since his horns grew past his shoulders, but once he touched the sky, small tight spaces like this have become places to fear. Just a reminder of old cages and being trapped and grounded. It is taking everything in him not to open his wings and try to beat his way out of here. He suspects probably he'd beat his wings apart first, so... trying to get that under control and remember to breathe. Always have to remember to keep breathing]

[He really does appreciate her backing off though, appreciates the calmness coming off her through the dark. It's helping, in its own way]

I really don't, think I like this uh... particular game. Very much. [...you know. In case it wasn't obvious]

[shesapir8]

[She used to all spaces. Spaces larger than this and spaces smaller, small enough to trap her arms to her sides, keep her immobile. And through all her years she's taught herself to stay calm, save her strength and energy for when it's worth the effort so she doesn't needlessly wear herself out. She closes her eyes and relaxes in the darkness, surrendering to it as if it's a cocoon of soper.

When she chuckles the sound is soft, with out any of it's usual maliciousness. It's the soft laughter of a relaxed troll, though she can't help teasing him]

You don't say. Here I was thinking it was your favourite, with your reaction... [Another chuckle] I suppose I could offer a distraction.