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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[cutlery]

[ He allows Peter to help, to only for so long before he'll want to head over to the wheel. ]

It is appreciated, but I shall hold off for now. I have had far worse, though it is not so lingering.

[ He's starting to care far less about his secret at this point, since without Ciel, well. What point is there to hiding it, really? ]

But I hope you will both understand my impatience. Are we still continuing assuming we all have to play this foul game?

[wheatcake]

[Peter shakes his head, shrugs, and makes a very embarrassing display of himself as he does what looks like trying to walk up the surface of the box. His feet don't stick, though, and he ends up unbalanced.]

[The thing about his powers is... he's lost them. But he's been doing this for years. Muscle memory counts for a lot.]

[Witness the New York jumping spider launch himself up, grabbing for the wheel and spinning it as his body whirls around with it.]

[Speaking of statistics, that's unlikely.]

[He thinks of the only thing he has left. The memories of his parents? No, they can't be that important, he can still remember them. He gives up the feeling of everyone he loves, whoever they are, he gives up the memory of their love and support.]

[aunter]

oh boy 🤔
that's interesting
ok pls decide on your gift as i wait for the other team to spin!!
thank you 🙇

[cutlery]

[ You know, there's no real way to expect how this goes down, so, for a moment, Sebastian forgets the rather brutal pain in his fingers as he watches someone jump into a wall and then spin away with the entire wheel. There's a certain level of odd behavior he can expect in a dire situation, but.

what the fuck

It's as he stares in baffled amazement that the wheel lands on the option it does. He opens his mouth to say something to the strange display he's just witnessed, but all that comes out is— ]

Ah.

[ Understated, sure, but it's at least quickly followed by clutching his hand tightly as the next knuckle goes. Bye fingers :( ]

[wheatcake]

[Peter raises his hands, like, what more do you want from me? Before remembering his feet no longer stick to surfaces. He goes tumbling back to the ground. He slides down the uneven surface of their little box.]

[In the air, he makes a circular motion with his hand, then an X over his face. Everyone but me.]

[lost_first]

...well, if you were lookin' for a way to break it, I think you might have.

[ He's less surprised about the whole trying to walk up a wall, failing, and bouncing around like a madman. That might have something to do with the fact that most of his life was spent around young boys who would try to walk up a tree just because it took their fancy or another of them dared them to. ]

...any thoughts on stopping him falling apart?

[ That comes with a point to Sebastian.]

[wheatcake]

[He looks to Sebastian, extremely worried. Looking back to Hook, he makes a sewing motion with his hands, though the way it ends in a shrug, he's not entirely confident.]

[cutlery]

[ Through gritted teeth: ]

If there were even anything to sew with. But considering I have just lost more of my hand, I would say it would be a wasted effort.

[lost_first]

[ He sighs and takes off his coat, which... shows just how much of a bite was taken out of him on the white linen of his shirt, but there's nothing for it. Once the coat is off, he offers it.]

Wrap your wrists up tight in it. Restrict the blood a little more.

[ And then he turns to the wheel.]

And best you get the wheel spun before you've no more hand to do it with.