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[veneries]

[It's been barely a day since everyone was brought up to the station, leaving time frozen down on the planet. With a life uprooted so quickly and without warning, with the destruction the dragon had begun to rain down on their homes, it's not surprising that some people might need a little more time to come to terms with everything that's happened.]

Well, I'm bored already.

[Or not.

With a slightly dramatic sigh:] After that excitement with the dragon things are pretty dull up here, wouldn't you say? [Of course you would. Ramsay is as right about this as he is about everything.] It's all so... quiet. And- [He makes a face. Yuck.

But an idea dawns on him and he quickly perks up.] Since we're all stuck up here with nowhere to go and no way to get away from each other, why don't we find a pleasant way to pass the time? I feel I know hardly any of you.

[He's practically beaming.] Anyone know any good games?

Comments

[veneries]

[..... what the fuck is this word]

E.

[pluspetitpoete]

[HANDS!! He puts a hand on the end of one arm. That way he doesn't have to go to legs yet]

[veneries]

[Wait, Ramsay thinks he's got it:]

What about a fucking B?

[pluspetitpoete]

[He checks the paper to be sure he's not missed something before drawing the other hand.] No B, sorry sir.

[veneries]

[well done, Ramsay's too mad to correct you with "lord"]

F.

[pluspetitpoete]

[He's calculating now. If he does boots, a hat, and a cravat, they can get through at least six more letters before Ramsay loses. There is hope yet! And so the first leg is drawn]

[veneries]

[Unaware of Jehan's mental calculations, Ramsay is keeping his temper in check by wondering whether Jehan is the type to bite through his own tongue when in pain.]

L.

[pluspetitpoete]

[Well that leg gets a boot. He's never been in very much pain, though this might count as one of the most painful experiences of his life.]

[veneries]

[hold the fucking raven]

What's that.

[pluspetitpoete]

[Oh no, he's been caught! And he's just trying to be helpful]

His foot?

[veneries]

Looks more like a boot, which is fucking ridiculous.


[Yes, he will criticize Jehan for being terrible at something. Hypocrisy is just a word he can't spell.]

[pluspetitpoete]

[Abort mission. He tries to make the foot bit a little rounder.] I didn't want to draw his toes. That would be ridiculous.

[veneries]

How is that more ridiculous? Have you ever seen a man hung with his boots on? [jehan plz]

[pluspetitpoete]

We don't hang people, in France. We use the guillotine, which is meant to be swifter, and more humane.

[veneries]

[................... if that isn't the summerest sentence he's ever heard]

Are they any less dead afterwards?

[pluspetitpoete]

[He swallows hard and doodles on the corners of his paper, head down so Ramsay can't see him be upset]

No. Their faces -- they still move, after. Make expressions.

[veneries]

[Ramsay's not in the mood to pay close attention to Jehan.] That's not a problem with hanging.

[pluspetitpoete]

Would you like to guess another letter?

[veneries]

Gods, fine. [He'd been briefly happy, Jehan. Why bring him back to this?]

O.

[pluspetitpoete]

Yes! Yes there is an O! [Oh happy days, they're back in the game!

_RA_ONS]

[veneries]

[If either of these people knew what lightbulbs were, they'd recognise Ramsay's expression as a lightbulb going off.]

Dragons!

[pluspetitpoete]

[He throws the paper in the air in a sheer fit of joy] It is dragons!

I hope you feel slightly less bored than before, at least?

[veneries]

[Ignore all of those failed letters, Ramsay is a champion and he deserves a giant trophy]

I feel about ready to murder someone. [It's a joke?????]