MESS HALL

[soulping]

You step into a large, spacious cafeteria. Seriously, it is huge, with tables lined up in rows pushed up against every wall. This area could easily seat hundreds of people. Maybe even a thousand.

There's a squished pear sitting in the middle of the room, too. Thanks Henwen.

There's a door on the other end of the room, but weirdly enough, it's already open! And a group of people dressed similarly to yourself are slowly beginning to shuffle through it. . .

((THE GROUPS ARE NOW TOGETHER please feel free to mingle with each other!))

Comments

[purrtylittlewires]

....

[You]

[You...]

[He looks horrified.]

They took actual, literal CHILDREN? The teenagers were bad enough!

[friskmanagement]

[You frown. Everybody is really hung up on this for some reason.]

I'm not that young.

[purrtylittlewires]

You're what? Ten? What sick monster does that?!

[To be fair, he's also like.....over thirty.]

[friskmanagement]

You don't know that! You have no idea how old I am!

[purrtylittlewires]

I know you haven't hit puberty and that's too young!

[friskmanagement]

Maybe I'm a little person .

[purrtylittlewires]

Wrong proportions.

[friskmanagement]

Maybe I was an adult and I got shrunk!

[purrtylittlewires]

You're not small enough to be seven.

[friskmanagement]

...

...maybe I got shrunk a couple years ago...?

[purrtylittlewires]

Then the amnesia and appearance would have made you essentially a child from how a bunch of amnesiacs treated you.

[He can follow this ridiculously, really.]

[friskmanagement]

...

...man...

[Yeah, he's got you there.]

[purrtylittlewires]

[Reaches over and ruffles his hair.]

So I'm going to be very offended and have kneecaping the sick jerk on the table to make sure he's brought to justice.