CIRRUS NETWORK

[livestage]

[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.

Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.

Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .

And then she looks at you all with the biggest smug grin plastered on her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in green also.]

Ah, Cirrus, still mad that you can't take our stories, huh? Even though we're all gone now, you still can't leave us alone.

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[thefaultinthestars]

[it's ok he has no interest in resisting that and also no ability to do so.

his hyperventilating slows and slows and he seems to relax only well after sleep has taken him. it seems a bit restless despite Vincent's command, but certainly undeniably better than where he was before. his hands fall from where they are covering his ears and he drifts to lean against Vincent]

Re: DISCUSSION

[endsjustified]

[brushes the back of his hand very lightly against Booker’s cheek for a second, then lays him out on the floor as gently as he can and removes himself from the little shadow tent

he does not want Booker leaning on him while he explodes]

Re: DISCUSSION

[thefaultinthestars]

[probably a good idea.

if he is checked on later, about 10 or so minutes after he's been asleep he returns to fully human form]