THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[Here be all the psl threads]

Comments

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Yes. [ He'll get up and go back to wading through water. ] Is it considered furniture?

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Nope!

[ Hmmm. ]

Does it normally come in different flavors?

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Yes. [Hmmmmmm]

Do you use it to eat?

[dissimulative]

Nope! Is it a cookie?

[ Though the idea of using what he has in mind to eat is a little amusing. He definitely has this face :3c ]

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No.

[Sinclair squints a little, and splashes Oria gently for that expression. Why is he making that face. Sinclair is clearly off base]

Mmm...is it used to carry something?

[dissimulative]

Nope!

[ Oria lightly splashes him back. ]

Does it use an oven in the making process?

[insinning]

Nope.

[Hmmmm]

Is it found in the kitchen?

[dissimulative]

Hm... I'd say so. Yes.

[ He's trying so hard to think about it regardless of social status. ]

... oh my god, is it peeps.

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[Thinking, thinking.] Is it used to close things off?

[and ahahaha. Splashing Oria again.]

I did get you a box--but no.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria grumbles a little but looks a little excited. Yay peeps. ]

Yes.

[ A snack that isn't cold, doesn't use the oven... ]

Is it candy...?

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Is it a door...?

[And Sinclair splashes Oria again]

Yep. You win.

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I wi— hey!

[ Oria shakes his head. Stop splashing him?? Wow. ]

And no, it's not a door.

[insinning]

[ehehehe. Sinclair hums, looking thoughtful as he does a little duck dive under the water. Brr]

Can you go through it?

[dissimulative]

[ For some reason, Oria thinks of an ostrich burying its head in the ground... ]

Nope. Think carefully, Emil.

[insinning]

Hmmmm...

[he'll splash back up to Oria's side and sit with him again. Not a window either then. A man-made thing, used to close things off - not metal, so not a lock, not furniture or something you eat with. It's not used to carry things so it's not a bucket or a bin... It's not anything out here...]

How many questions do I have left again?

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Seven more! I promise I'm not cheating by making it specific.

[ :3c ]

[insinning]

I don't think it helps if my brain isn't working. [Laughing as he leans against Oria. Warm...]

Mmm, is it flexible?

[dissimulative]

Yeah!

[ Oria laughs. ]

I feel like mine hasn't been working well either.

[insinning]

[Sinclair pokes Oria gently]

Probably because you're always thinking about something. You overworked your brain. [hmmmm] Is it made of plastic?

[dissimulative]

[ Wild what grieving can do if you let it in... or at least, let it in as much as Oria would even allow. While he's having fun with Sinclair like this, his mental state is still in the garbage. ]

Yup!

[ He returns the poke. ]

[insinning]

...is it a plastic bag?

[Depending on where Oria pokes him, he might wiggle just a little. He wonders if he's helping at all with distracting Oria]

[dissimulative]

Nope! It can't carry anything, remember?

[ Just Sinclair's presence alone helps Oria so much. He's absolutely distracted and he gets serotonin. ]

[insinning]

Oh, right. I forgot... [ Leaning back on Oria. Hopefully Oria doesn't find his ticklish spot again] Is it plastic wrap?

[dissimulative]

Nope.

[ The way Sinclair leans on him feels nice, and he lets him. It's a time of peace. ]

You got three more. Let's go over the things you asked.

You can touch it.
We can't see it where we are now.
It's man-made.
It's not used every day.
It's not metal.
It doesn't use electricity.
It isn't furniture.
It's not used to carry anything.
It can be found in the kitchen.
It can be used to close things off.
It's not a door.
You can't go through it.
It's flexible.
Made of plastic.
Not a plastic bag.
Not a plastic wrap either.

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Mm...can you wear it?

[He's got two ideas left, depending...]