Ratatoskr

[soulping]

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

Comments

[inert]

[ uh. ]

They want a sense? That needle wasn't even in there before!

[barkingdemands]

I cannot sew my eyes shut myself. Are you decent at needlework?

[inert]

... Best you're getting right now, pretty sure. You really wanna go for the eyes?

[barkingdemands]

I am certainly not giving up my smell or hearing, and how would I manage to sew shut "taste" or "touch"?

[inert]

[ ........ ]

Hell with it. You're the one sittin' down for this shit.

Let's get it over with.

[barkingdemands]

I would prefer to stand. I assure you I shall not move erratically even so.

[ fetches the needle and thread for him and closes her eyes, unhesitating ]

[inert]

[ thoughts going through one (1) amnesiac seamster's head: do i really have to avoid sewing through her eyeballs if she's never going to see again anyway, it's not like she's going to need them. or care.

but you don't stab your teammate in the eyeballs. right. ]

Better not, man. Even I'm not that good.

[ he's slow, but he pinches lid to eyelid, sets the needletip to skin because ~consideration~ before he starts to stitch... carefully... ]

[barkingdemands]

[ oh she definitely feels pain. a low growl starts in the back of her throat, unbidden, and she's goes tense as anything, but true to her word, she manages to keep from flinching or even scrunching her nose, even if her expression contorts to bare a sliver of teeth nonetheless ]

[inert]

[ yeah, growls and teeth ain't nothin'. he nearly snorts, but his fingers stay steady.

one eye, then the other, the stitches a little crooked, if careful. this game sure is fun!! ]

[barkingdemands]

[ cuts off the growl with a sound like a cough when he finally finishes and pulls away, now scrunching her nose ]

This is almost more annoying than it is painful.

[inert]

[ ... yeah, this is definitely a snort. ]

Guess that means you're okay. Just don't try blinking.

[barkingdemands]

May we leave now? When can I take the thread off...

[inert]

[ uh oh ]

Thought that thing said you were supposed to leave it in.

[barkingdemands]

That is true, but once we leave her realm of influence I am sure she has no say.

[inert]

[ ...

and he laughs, a sharp and genuine sound. ]

Guess that means it's time to go break a turtle out.

[barkingdemands]

[ smiles, in spite of her face's aggravated twitching ]

Is that what he is called? Yes, let's.