[ The older man remains relatively calm in his cage: this is hardly the first time he's been captured. If he were to guess on such limited information, it's likely his captor had an issue with the Rangers as they often do. But this setup tells him almost nothing.
He carefully peers down at the ground, searching for passing shadows. Friends or foes? No way of knowing, but he'll have to risk it to have a better chance of getting down unharmed. He isn't as young as he used to be, and jumping two or three stories has certain risks.
First he'll have to attract attention to gain more information---and maybe get an idea on how to get down safely. He pulls a laser pen from his pocket and points it at the ground, using it to draw little blue light shapes on the ground below him. If one of the people below seems to see the light, he'd call out. ]
Excuse me? Hey, is this how your town normally works? Afraid I don't have a baseline.
• the funhouse
[ Billy should really know better than to play carnival games by now. Better to avoid carnivals entirely. They're often full of creepy clowns and tend to attract monster attacks...but this one is different. He pushes through the maze, focusing on the ground as much as possible, but his own voice chimes in.
Don't run from it. You know what you did.
He tries to hasten his exit and stumbles. slamming into a mirror while the reflections behind him snicker.
Billy bites back a curse and forces himself onward, eventually so on-edge from the mocking laughter that he balls up a fist. ]
So, question: how much gets added to my sentence if I initiate some property damage?
• pumpkin pickup
[ Strange how Billy didn't just leave the carnival after that mess. He spends a surprisingly long time rifling through the costumes, some silly, some strange, before settling on a farmer. The straw hat seems to fit his tired man vibes, and the overalls are reminiscent of his early teenaged blunder years.
And as much as he'd rather not play the games, some of the potential prizes might make his settling-in process easier. So he crouches to study the pumpkins, not picking one up just yet. ]
...Are we sure these things aren't primed to attack us?
billy cranston | power rangers cosmic fury | tdm
[ The older man remains relatively calm in his cage: this is hardly the first time he's been captured. If he were to guess on such limited information, it's likely his captor had an issue with the Rangers as they often do. But this setup tells him almost nothing.
He carefully peers down at the ground, searching for passing shadows. Friends or foes? No way of knowing, but he'll have to risk it to have a better chance of getting down unharmed. He isn't as young as he used to be, and jumping two or three stories has certain risks.
First he'll have to attract attention to gain more information---and maybe get an idea on how to get down safely. He pulls a laser pen from his pocket and points it at the ground, using it to draw little blue light shapes on the ground below him. If one of the people below seems to see the light, he'd call out. ]
Excuse me? Hey, is this how your town normally works? Afraid I don't have a baseline.
• the funhouse
[ Billy should really know better than to play carnival games by now. Better to avoid carnivals entirely. They're often full of creepy clowns and tend to attract monster attacks...but this one is different. He pushes through the maze, focusing on the ground as much as possible, but his own voice chimes in.
Don't run from it. You know what you did.
He tries to hasten his exit and stumbles. slamming into a mirror while the reflections behind him snicker.
What? Afraid we'll remind you? Don't lie, you've never forgotten her...
Billy bites back a curse and forces himself onward, eventually so on-edge from the mocking laughter that he balls up a fist. ]
So, question: how much gets added to my sentence if I initiate some property damage?
• pumpkin pickup
[ Strange how Billy didn't just leave the carnival after that mess. He spends a surprisingly long time rifling through the costumes, some silly, some strange, before settling on a farmer. The straw hat seems to fit his tired man vibes, and the overalls are reminiscent of his early teenaged blunder years.
And as much as he'd rather not play the games, some of the potential prizes might make his settling-in process easier. So he crouches to study the pumpkins, not picking one up just yet. ]
...Are we sure these things aren't primed to attack us?
[ It's just a game. Surely. ]