ENDGAME GROUP 1: The Other Box (Log 2)

[yourghosthost]

[Off-screen, the groups manage to reunite themselves once more. More notable than anything else is the little black floating box, though if any of you have any information you wish to exchange, now would be an excellent time to do so.]

I know this isn’t exactly on the docket, but I intend on heading in there. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 1 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

Comments

[roundzero]

[do you really wanna football tackle the crazy fur lady when the guy with super-wicked gauntlets is right there.

but either way! you have cruella on the ground now, and she attempts to claw at marnie.]

Get off of me, you wretched little...!

[hallotween]

[nope she's just really fucking mad cruella insulted her and wants to punch her in the face

this is her sole motivation right now]

[stenchus_rodentus]

TEAR HER APART!

[You got this Marnie.]

[roundzero]

BE QUIET, YOU SNIVELING LITTLE RA-

[She's cut off by the force of being decked in the face, directly against the floor.]

[madmadam]

[THAT'S MY GIRL]

[hallotween]

[N I C E ow her hand kinda hurts tho she. never did learn to throw a punch.

does she need to do it again tho bc unless cruella is out she's in]

[roundzero]

[She's basically all skin-and-bones so it's likely she's on the verge of unconsciousness.

Go for fucking decking her again.]

[hallotween]

[SLAMS HER FUCKING HEAD AGAINST THE GODDAMN GROUND]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander can't help but think about the therapy this child will need.]

[roundzero]

[well that

she's knocked out and you probably gave her a major major major concussion]

[hallotween]

[awesome

now let's pick her pockets]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Joins in rifling through them. Good job, witch child.]

[roundzero]

[you got:

* one key
* one wallet (driver's license is REVOKED)
* 20 bucks
* a pack of cigarettes
* a lighter]

[madeofpine]

Can I have the lighter?

[hallotween]

Go crazy, kid! [SHE WILL SHARE HER RICHES]

[madeofpine]

[thank god the wooden kid has access to fire now]

[whistlenotchirp]

Don't let it touch you, honey!

[As he's fucking tussling with Syndrome.]

[madeofpine]

Yeah, don't worry, I know!

[hallotween]

I GOT A KEY!

[and also a wallet but nobody needs to know that part]

[stenchus_rodentus]

I'm taking the cigarettes.

[Scoffs. Wow she must ba-roke.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Do the souls of the dead still die?

At least, Wander hopes not. Before he leaves, he rolls up Cruella's coat and tries to get her to lie on her back, using it as a pillow.

Pat pat. ]