[Jaunt] Consequences are hard...

[failgoyle]

[Just in case there wasn't enough whining on the network, here's Jules again! If he could make this entire thing sound like he were sniffling and upset, he would.]

So I got shot and now I'm in prison again, and I wasn't even doing anything, I was gonna bring the wheelbarrow back, and why'd she have to shoot me, that was entirely uncalled for, and my wings are stupid and useless and I can't fly out of here and I was too slow to portal out of here but now I can't even move very fast because she shot me, and the only thing I've got going for me is that I already lost my tail and it hasn't grown back yet otherwise I would have lost it again, but it doesn't matter because I got shot and why'd she have to go and do that, that wasn't a very nice thing to do, and she never got me a doctor and I probably need one because I got shot in the freaking leg and it hurts like a bitch, and I also want a lawyer, because that was police brutality, so if someone wants to get me one of those fancy TV lawyers that call themselves Hammers or Strongarms or whatever, and maybe a file in a cake or only not because she'd probably shoot the poor, defenseless little cake...

[Some of the thoughts and words might be a little wobbly, as though whoever's doing the thinking here is just a litlte drunk...and that would not be an entirely incorrect assumption to make. He's also going to keep right on rambling on in a single run-on sentence like this until someone shuts him up, so sorry.]

Comments

[tailforbrains]

You can still portal out of prison, you idiot.

[It doesn't come through the network very well, but she's over in her part of the world laughing her tail off.]

[failgoyle]

But I'm still going to have to walk after!

[tailforbrains]

You'll be in liminal space. You can lie on the ceiling if you really want to.

[capital_asset]

...So that's what the squirrels were on about.

[failgoyle]

Wait, what? Squirrels?

[capital_asset]

They were complaining about the commotion.

[Well, some of them. Some of them were doing the squirrel equivalent of laughing themselves sick instead.]

[solvethepuzzle]

[Calmly, clearly:] Stop.

[failgoyle]

But I don't want to stop, I got shot in the leg!

[He shouldn't have to stop, poor pitiful him.]

[leftbehindagain]

...Okay, never giving you alcohol again.

[failgoyle]

Oh, come on, it was an honest enough mistake!

[leftbehindagain]

Zed-san held his liquor better than this. Mr. Sparkles held his liquor better than this. If this kind of thing happens every time you get drunk, you won't be getting drunk on my account again.

[pseudologist]

Wheelbarrow?

All right, what did you do?

[failgoyle]

It wasn't much!

I just...I just tried to bring some food back to Liminal Space, that's all.

[pseudologist]

In a wheelbarrow? What would you even need that much for?

[bypartisan]

[After listening to whatever anyone else has to say...]

Congratulations, Thibault. I think you may have won this Jaunt's Worst Investigator Award.

[failgoyle]

Oh, come on, it's not that bad...

...is it?

[bypartisan]

About the only thing you haven't done is tell everyone about the psychic network or attack one of the other investigators.

[willyousee]

[There is a strangely flat tone even to the normal flatness of telepathy that says there is another spy who is oh so tired of all of this.]

...Well he does keep getting us more and more information. The question is at what cost.

[Public -> Private]

[bypartisan]

He is oddly effective that way, much as I hate to admit.

[He locks the rest of his thoughts to Alcuin:]

The other question is: can we make use of it on purpose? Should we?

[fearinahandfulof]

Do we... have that now?

[She knows it's probably a joke, one clearly borne of frustration, but the thought still makes her uneasy. She's not very good at this herself, after all;; she doesn't want to end up the object of everyone else's scorn on this or any other Jaunt.]

[bypartisan]

... not really. At least, nobody's thought to create a trophy for it.

[fearinahandfulof]

[His entire rant stopped making sense to Cassandra about halfway through. And the mention of wings and a tail briefly has her wondering if he's his world's equivalent of an Awakened Being, if an oddly pathetic one.]

Lawyer?

[failgoyle]

Yeah, a lawyer! In America, we have due process! Innocent until proven guilty!

[Jules, you were literally caught in the act...]

Laws against police brutality and shooting an unarmed Lurkglider!

[wholeheaded]

...I did not leave you alone for that long, I'm sure of it.

[failgoyle]

It didn't exactly take a long time to get shot!

Pow, there it goes...