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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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[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.