[a little ice breaker]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone!
When: throughout the week of August 10
Where: everywhere
What: a little mischief
Warnings: nada!

[On August 10th, everyone wakes up to find a series of red yarn strung across the entire school. They dangle from the hallway ceilings, from the classroom door frames, even across some of the trees and bleachers outside. The ones that hang within reach feel warm to the touch! They can be pulled down and removed with little consequence.]

[However, it is not the decorative threads you should be worried about. Throughout the week, any two characters who come in close proximity with each other (they do not have to touch!) may suddenly find themselves tied together with the exact same red thread. If you're lucky, it will only link you via your wrists. If you're unlucky, it might bind you via your ankles, or even wrap you both up back-to-back like a pair of captives. Hm! Concerning!!]

[Any time two characters are tied together, a playful voice echoes in their minds: Hehe. Share a secret. . .?]

[To be released, both characters must share a secret with each other! Something that the other one doesn't know! It should be something significant; the playful threads will not let you go unless it is. But the level of significance may vary from something light to something that is not, so ultimately it is player's choice as to what secrets count and which do not!]

[. . . anyway, for anyone who wants to avoid getting caught, the nurse's office and dorm rooms are completely clear! The threads are also fickle; it is possible for two characters to hang out without being tied up together, if you don't want to play with this effect. Otherwise, go forth and mingle with some optional forced bonding!!]

Comments

[inexorableiron]

Couldn't some little automoton dude do it?

[bowtiedbones]

Not as fast as a middle-aged grandma can.

[inexorableiron]

Huh... You think there's no robot that could beat out a fuckin' 300 year old?

["Middle-aged"]

[bowtiedbones]

I was imagining like, a 53 year old. A 300 year old would be unstoppable.

[inexorableiron]

They only get tougher the older they get.

[bowtiedbones]

I can only hope to be half as intimidating when I'm old.

[inexorableiron]

That's hard to imagine in some ways, lady dude.

[bowtiedbones]

I'm intimidating!

In the right contexts!

[inexorableiron]

The pop quizzes lie in terror!

[he is so pleased]

[bowtiedbones]

[smacks his arm like a kitten attacking a mastiff]

Say that to my dragons' faces!

[inexorableiron]

[lolololo]

I wouldn't fuckin' dare, lady dude!

[bowtiedbones]

Darn right!

[inexorableiron]

Shit, even I know I'd get fucked up by that.

[bowtiedbones]

My biggest boy could eat you in one bite. Chomp!

[inexorableiron]

Hey, I don't taste that good!

[he is having such a good time it is time to accidentally get yarn wrapped around his forearm]

[bowtiedbones]

Bones can't taste, so that's not a problem!

[how could yarn happen to two innocent mages like this]

[inexorableiron]

Poor bone dudes. Missin' out on a whole fuckin' world of flavor.

[Yarn wizards everywhere called dibs on this]

[bowtiedbones]

They'll have to make do with texture. The many kinds of crunches are all free to them!

[inexorableiron]

I am pretty crunchy...

[bowtiedbones]

Strong muscles means strong bones.

[inexorableiron]

Then I sure as shit have those!

[bowtiedbones]

A prime specimen!

[inexorableiron]

I'm top shelf quality, lady dude.

... Shit, how much of this stuff is there around here?

[bowtiedbones]

More than enough for what I need it for! Want to go back?

[inexorableiron]

If this is enough, sure thing.