WE'RE STILL HERE AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FOR GRUMP'S SAKE

[ahelpingpaw]

[Well today was quite the unusual way. Filbo pretty much went into his room and collapsed on his bed and just fainted because hey, everything that happened? It's overwhelming. Bluuuuuuuh.

A few hours later, once he recovered somewhat, Filbo just goes and gets paper. This is a ridiculous situation, but...hey, no matter what, stuff needs to be done]

I know today was a really weird day, but let's try to gather and see what happens. There will be ice cream at the ice cream parlor in half an hour. With everything that happened we really should try to at least not forget we need to stick together for whatever reason.

---Filbo Fiddlepie (pawprint)

[Geez.

Well, he goes and does exactly what he said: this time it isn't booze, it's all kinds of ice cream available for anyone who comes. The tables all have spoons and water because really, this is going to be a whole lot of sugar for everyone. Better this than alcohol, especially since things clearly have gone off the rails one way or another, so may as well gorge yourself with ice cream and try to gather your wits for whatever the next week can bring]

Comments

[jibunwo]

You're really going to make me say it if I want to shoot that thing in Jack's body?

[magycks]

You're really being evasive about a power that's not active or relevant.

... Besides, it's not like damaging his meat suit's going to do anything. Jack's body is just another puppet for his master to manipulate. Shoot out his kneecaps and he'll probably start levitating.

[jibunwo]

Maybe not. But it'd make the body more of a pain to use and make me feel a little better.

[SIGH.]

...It's a power of compulsion.

[magycks]

[ suddenly remembering trial four: ]

Ohhhhhhhhh.