Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

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[pervet]

[ It is, quite possibly, the dumbest thing I have ever pinged an NPC for in my life, but here we are. ]

Good. Come on then.

[ Very small, eager wingflaps, he wants to stretch his wings so badly-- ]

[holmesapprentice]

[ He's coming a little reluctantly and without saying any words. ]

[chiarodiluna]

[ Van will follow along to the foyer, and take a seat on a chair there. ]

I'm going to let you feel him over for wires, so that we can prove this isn't a trick. When you are satisfied, let me know.

[pervet]

[ ... Sure he'll wait. He's a little impatient but he'll wait. Look he'll even be nice enough to bend his nearly six foot tall ass down for you. So you can actually touch his wings to check those, too. ]

Honestly, who would use wires to fly? That's ridiculous.

[diabolusinmusica]

[Guess who's here as an observer? The other half of your kind hosts.]

Someone without the ability, naturally.

[pervet]

[ Oh. It's you. ]

... Yeah, but wires seems kind of... weird?

[holmesapprentice]

Wires are normal for magic tricks.

[ Which this is, obviously. Otherwise it's either a horrible dream that's out to get him or some reality television program where he's being pranked. ]

[pervet]

Real magic is no trick. If they gave me back my ice powers, I could freeze you solid, shortstack.

[ SO THERE. ]

[holmesapprentice]

Well, there's no such thing as real magic.

[ Just so you know. ]

[pervet]

You couldn't be more wrong.

[ Scoff! ]

You'll enjoy eating those words eventually.

[holmesapprentice]

[ No words, just this face. ]

Can we just get this done with?

[chiarodiluna]

Are you satisfied that there are no wires, Conan?

[ He has to be sure. ]

[holmesapprentice]

[ WELL just let him feel around first and actually get a chance to tug the wings because y'all know that's gonna happen before he'll nod and be satisfied, sorry to say ]

[chiarodiluna]

Very well, then. Let the show begin!

[ He'll clap just twice and Sherbet will find he can once more fly. ]

[pervet]

[ Jeez why you gotta tug on his wings? He winces a little when Conan does that (it hurts), but otherwise doesn't say anything. Anyway, he thinks it'll be fine, so he takes a small step back, spreads them out, and then pretty effortlessly raises himself up into the air. ]

I told you flying was easy!

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza's going to follow along as well, watching and being jealous. Finally, she speaks up.] Hey! Um, could you guys give me back my transformation temporarily so I can fly a bit too? That should be even better proof, right?