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fandomtownies2019-07-25 11:39 pm
goldfishontherocks) wrote in fandomtownies2019-07-25 11:39 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (7/26)
The rift that had temporarily swallowed Keyleth on her way to work today had dumped her in some weird place that might have been a version of Fandom, where she was part of a team of six people who had to fight their way through another team of six people, up to a car with a battering ram on it, and then escort that battering ram the rest of the way up the hill to the inside of a castle. Her attempts to keep the rest of the team alive probably would have gone better if they hadn't insisted on running off in five different directions at once and constantly forgetting about the payload, and, well . . .
Suffice to say they hadn't succeeded at getting the battering ram into the castle.
Keyleth was trying not to think too hard about why they had been trying to escort a battering ram into a castle.
But now she was at work, only the inside of the flower shop seemed to be the ruins of some old building that was being reclaimed by nature and was overgrown with moss and vines and flowering plants, with some sections of the floor flooded out. Also, the only way she could really get around appeared to be by climbing along a series of ledges and handholds that were conveniently painted white, because suddenly she had some ridiculous finger strength? And had to stop every now and then to collect some shiny little ancient coin or bauble? Or solve some kind of puzzle involving statues that had to be facing the right way, or things that had to be accomplished within a twenty-second time frame, or other things of that nature? Actually tending to and selling flowers didn't appear to be any kind of priority today, that was for sure.
Really, this entire week was probably best not thought about too hard.
[OOC: This may or may not be the story of my life as the constant de facto team healer in Overwatch. NOT THAT I'M BITTER. And then I took a detour into Uncharted (mostly 4/The Lost Legacy) territory. Anyway. Shop/post are open! Hope your platforming skills aren't rusty.]
Suffice to say they hadn't succeeded at getting the battering ram into the castle.
Keyleth was trying not to think too hard about why they had been trying to escort a battering ram into a castle.
But now she was at work, only the inside of the flower shop seemed to be the ruins of some old building that was being reclaimed by nature and was overgrown with moss and vines and flowering plants, with some sections of the floor flooded out. Also, the only way she could really get around appeared to be by climbing along a series of ledges and handholds that were conveniently painted white, because suddenly she had some ridiculous finger strength? And had to stop every now and then to collect some shiny little ancient coin or bauble? Or solve some kind of puzzle involving statues that had to be facing the right way, or things that had to be accomplished within a twenty-second time frame, or other things of that nature? Actually tending to and selling flowers didn't appear to be any kind of priority today, that was for sure.
Really, this entire week was probably best not thought about too hard.
[OOC: This may or may not be the story of my life as the constant de facto team healer in Overwatch. NOT THAT I'M BITTER. And then I took a detour into Uncharted (mostly 4/The Lost Legacy) territory. Anyway. Shop/post are open! Hope your platforming skills aren't rusty.]