[I really wasn't kidding when I said that Cantarella will be looking for Bigfoot checking the general perimeter of the rather large petting zoo area to see if the five of them are alone. How strange, to be "outside" and yet trapped... much like the little animals, she supposes.
The lap probably takes her a while, so early on she can be found in the woods for at least part of the mysterious hour, carefully navigating with what light she can get from her terminal.
Later she'll return to a more comfortable spot with the group, if they've assembled. She has a notebook with her and seems to have her eyes on the sky, on which she is jotting observations.]
Safety is the entire reason for checking these woods. [She can be easily intercepted, though, especially since this is probably after she's combed through the perimeter closest to the school.]
I haven't spotted anything out of the ordinary. I think it's just us.
[Good show! Color her impressed by his athleticism.]
Less "exploring" and more "uncovering." It's much too late to be completely thorough, but I wanted to note any significant changes.
[It's not just about finding someone hiding or locating a secret stash...the woods were different last night, and in the morning they may be different again. Here, where things slip from memories like water, she wants to be certain.]
[When Noelle sees Lilia just appear from a branch, hanging there, she's surprised, and her eyes gain a bit of a spark. Oh, interesting thought, that someone could do this...]
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[ why do they keep running away from her cry]
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[almost wailing...and then she spots the hedgehogs ]
Oh, those cute little creatures remind mineself of thee.
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Am I that prickly?
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[If she's close enough to Don Quixote, Cantarella will lean into her personal space and put her finger to her lips.]
Speak no louder than a whisper, and wait for them to come to you.
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Hmm? A-Ah...thou speaks verily?
[whispering]
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They can be a bit shy. They're very little, you know, and so they'll burrow away from any bigger thing that seems like it could hurt them.
[She can't guarantee the bunnies will come back, but shouting at them will just make you look bigger, Don Quixote.]
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[PLEASE....QUIET......]
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[ They are indeed silent. She makes no noise as she moves around the grass]
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[You can quiet ur MOUTH miss don quixote]
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jackass who makes the curfew and then writes a "come bother her" tl
looking for Bigfootchecking the general perimeter of the rather large petting zoo area to see if the five of them are alone. How strange, to be "outside" and yet trapped... much like the little animals, she supposes.The lap probably takes her a while, so early on she can be found in the woods for at least part of the mysterious hour, carefully navigating with what light she can get from her terminal.
Later she'll return to a more comfortable spot with the group, if they've assembled. She has a notebook with her and seems to have her eyes on the sky, on which she is jotting observations.]
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[What if you trip and twist your ankle, Cantarella, watch out]
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I haven't spotted anything out of the ordinary. I think it's just us.
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[Noelle seems to become a bit concerned with the possibility of someone unknown hiding, golly]
on saturday morning, this tag is very funny and sad
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Oho? It looks like this is a popular spot tonight.
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Cantarella's lips part as he swings down, a softly shapened "oh."]
You'll give someone quite the fright, popping out like that.
[She seems rather mellow about it, though.]
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[He'll let himself fall, performing a nifty little flip to land on his feet.]
Were you intending on exploring the forest?
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Less "exploring" and more "uncovering." It's much too late to be completely thorough, but I wanted to note any significant changes.
[It's not just about finding someone hiding or locating a secret stash...the woods were different last night, and in the morning they may be different again. Here, where things slip from memories like water, she wants to be certain.]
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Why are you...up there.
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[If Lovecraft looks carefully, he may notice there are some bats among the branches.]
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[A little wave upwards...]
Why are you hanging up with them...?
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Are you trying to spook us?
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[If she looks up at the rest of the branch, there are in fact some bats hanging from it with him.]
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[Sure enough, there's some bats hanging from the very same branch along with him.]
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