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Quest 115

[Accidental Voice Post]

[The device switches on amidst a shuffle of cloth, presumably by accident--as though, perhaps, it is being kept in a pocket, out of sight, and its owner has jostled it by mistake.]

Don't look don't look don't look don't look--

[The whispered words keep time with the faint clicking of footsteps.]

There's nothing there, it's fine, it's fine, don't look, don't look, there's nothing there, just keep going one step at a time, don't look, don't look, oh, drat these boots! Don't look, there's nothing there, don't look--

[Somewhere nearby, gears grind and electricity crackles. A strangled sort of cry escapes before she can restrain it, and when she begins to speak again, it's with renewed, frantic vigor.]

No, no, no, there's nothing, it's fine, it's fine, there's nothing there, don't look, one step at a time, one and one and one and one, it's fine, it's all right, just get home, it's fine, it's fine--!

[The sound of machinery returns, louder now, clanking and rattling and grinding. Too close--this time, her fear wins out, and her scream is filled with revulsion.]

Get away!

[And now there is scuffling, shuffling, and the distinctive gasping of someone running, stumbling, and running again, as though her life depends on it.]

[OOC: It's mentioned a couple times in the King's Quest Companion that people from Daventry have a deep, universal loathing for technology. Of course, seeing as how the Daventry definition of "technology" means gears and cogs and clockwork stuff...yeah, Rosella's not having a good day. She's been fighting to keep her freaking out under control all day, but between the steampunk atmosphere and her wardrobe modification, it finally got the better of her.

All responses are assumed to be voice, and action for

not_so_smooth and

bombylious.]

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Well, that was a quick answer, so definitely not an animal.

"Is it something you'd find in most kitchens?" he asked.

Well, "most kitchens" was a relative term. But either way, it didn't make a difference.

"Er, no, I'd doubt that," she answered.

Sam thought for a moment longer. He thought me might take a wild guess.

"Is it a magic wand?" he asked.

"A magic wand isn't bigger than a loaf of bread, silly!" she protested, elbowing him good-naturedly. "Unless you have a very different idea of a magic wand than I do."

"It could be!" he protested right back. "If you're just considering length, it might sometimes be. Fine that's three questions? Number four is; would this object be found in my world?"

"You're just being ridiculous." Rosella shifted a little, settling in a little more comfortably and adjusting the blanket around her. "And yes, it would."

"I am absolutely being ridiculous!" he exclaimed, still sounding like he was protesting. "Alright, would you find this object in most homes?"

Her initial response was to stick out her tongue at him, but then after a minute she diverted her attention to the question at hand. In most homes? It was certainly in theirs, back at the Warehouse, but that didn't mean...hmm.

"Am I allowed to say I don't know?" she replied tentatively. "I...think it might? I'm not entirely sure what's common for most homes in your world, so..."

Sam scratched his head and puzzled over that.

"Yeah, you can say you don't know," Sam said. "Five, is it something you or I use at least 4 times a week?"

Rosella tipped her head back a little, her lips moving slightly as she counted a mental tally to herself. "Er, I don't know about four or more, but it's used often, yes."

Sam thought about that some too. That definitely narrowed things down. This was a lot easier when it was with someone you knew really well.

"Six, does it require electricity to run?" he asked.

Only six questions in and Sam already seemed to be getting close. Rosella wondered if it was just that he was asking very good questions, or if all games of this nature went so quickly.

"No, none of...um. None of that," she said, trying to keep her mind from wandering back to the unnatural crackling noises that had been haunting her all day.

Okay, so it wasn't powered at all, so that narrowed it down. Now he just had to think through all the stuff they owned that they didn't have to plug in.

"Seven, is it bigger than two loaves of bread?"

"End to end, or on top of each other?" she asked, considering.

"Oh, I guess that's really not a clear question," he said. "I was thinking side by side, actually."

"Ummm. It's about the size of--oh, well, no, that'd give it away. Er." Rosella's brow furrowed in thought as she tried to imagine something of comparable size.

"About...perhaps about the size of a pizza box? I think that's...close."

Sam pictured a pizza box in his mind and tried to think of all the things that were about that size.

"Question eight, is it made of plastic?" he asked.

That was harder. She was fairly certain that there was plastic, yes, but there were other things too, so...

"Um. Mostly, I think? Mostly, yes."

Okay, mostly plastic. But maybe some metal or wood or glass too?

"Question nine. Do you use this item in conjunction with another item?"

Hmm. That depended entirely on how one defined the word "item". Still...it fit well enough, didn't it? Well enough for a guessing game, she supposed.

"...Yes. You rather have to, yes."

Sam went quiet for a moment. He really had no idea what it could be.

"Ten, is it taller than a pizza box?" he asked.

"Yes, they are--oops! Drat. Um, I meant...yes, it is," she amended quickly, hoping she hadn't given herself away.

"Aha!" shouted Sam, somewhat triumphantly, despite that fact that her slip didn't really help him at all.. "I... still have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, well. Er. I suppose that means you ought to ask another question then? You're only halfway done."

She had to admit, she was a little relieved. Her competitive spirit was starting to edge its way into the midst of things, and now that they were halfway completed, she rather wanted to win the game. But it all depended on what questions Sam asked next...

"Alright, question eleven," he said, more to himself than her. He felt like he had started off so well that he should be able to figure it out. "Do we sit on these things?"

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