I Am Witless

And then, with a small noise, the bakery that had always existed, but also never had, disappeared into the greater cosmere.

Yzabet stuck her head back in.

"Are we gonna have anyone be raised from the dead? Hint hint, there are some people who I'd LOVE to see again." Overhearing Xinoehp, she nodded with a sad smile.

"I'm surprised more Dark aren't here."

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I'll be fishing all day today, so @ElephantEarwaxis gonna have to lead, sorry.

Yzabet served Truthless, then glanced at a clock on the wall.

"I'll be right back. Ele, you take care of things on my side. No spikes." She hurried out the back door.

A silent troupe of spiders descended from the ceiling, leaving cookies in the hands of everyone on the light side. Yzabet leaned over to look at Ele's notes.

Yzabet have him the look of a patient cashier.

"What type? We can also do personal customized cookies for the more.... discerning custumers."

"Good to see the old TUBA Mime Battalions back in conflict." Yzabet commented, lazily leaning against a glass display case right by the line.

"It's been a while since I've seen them in action. Ele and I" - here she pointed her thumb towards the Dark side of the room - "thought that it would be nice to get some of the old gang together on both sides of the line, see if anyone comes back from the dead for some of my cookies."

Yzabet made a complicated hand gesture, and the walls wove together, fixing the hole. Any close watchers would have see thousands of tiny spiders remaking it.

"No assasinations, please." Yzabet said, then glanced over at Ele.

"Your people will stay decent?"

"I've been ignoring time, breeding spiders, and traveling through Shadesmar." Yzabet said. She absent-mindedly tossed a cookie to everyone in the room. She gave a friendly smile to Snip, waved at Voidus, then looked over at Archer.

"Can I help you?"

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If they so desire.

Yzabet grins, then hugs Ene. 

"Whatcha up to? Do you want a free cookie?"

"So," Yzabet said, a spider weaving a web between two fingers.

"Who do you know is still alive? Do you think anyone who was dead will show up? I wouldn't mind a kiss from my Rhazien, or to say hello to..... who else has died?"

Somewhere, there was a small street full of small, friendly stores. And suddenly, there was a store that had both just appeared and always been there. A hand carved sign above the double doors proclaimed "Light and Dark Bakery", in a friendly font.

Stretching from the sidewalk outside into the kitchen in back, there was a painted red line, dictating which side was "Light" and which "Dark". The bakery was mirrored on both sides, even in its inventory, save that those goods on the "Dark" side had spikes in them.

A woman on the "Light" side, brought forward from ages past by some strange and mystical power, chatted with a person who had no physical form on the "Dark" side.

They spoke of days gone by, back before all of this messing around, when all that any of this had been was simply whether or not you should tell someone that they had a spike in their cookie.

@ElephantEarwax, as Himself

@I Am Witless, as Yzabet

Summoning all of the old-timers to kick back, enjoy a cookie, and engage in non-violent RP for the sake of old times.

Light and Dark Bakery welcomes you.

A small spider watched with interest, then began tapping away at it's thread. This was news.

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@DarthWoodrack, remind me again why you are trying to drag us into this?

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@Archer, here, or another thread?

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@Archer, do you want to meet up with Yzabet, get the older gang back together? Older gang, I should say.

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I love how everything at this point is either big character wreaking total havoc, or minor characters going "OH CRAP".

@AonEne

A spider descended from the ceiling and landed on Mace Klasten's shoulder. It webbed out a message across his upper arm.

Welcome Home. See you soon. - Y

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He has returned.

2 hours ago, Archer said:

Klasten nibbled on the apple crisp. It was good, but it needed chocolate. "No," he said with his mouth full. "Not yet, at least. Trouble is, we've had trouble with apples. They keep rusting whenever we slice them up. Good idea though. We could use a bright fellow like you around, spouting good ideas."

He put his viking helmet on. "Got any mayonnaise?" he asked. "Nevermind. I can do without." As they talked, he began to attack the beavers in the traditional way of his people. 

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NO

THIS IS NOT HOW APPLE CRISP WORKS

YOU DO NOT EAT IT WITH CHOCOLATE SINCE IT ALREADY HAS 2 CUPS OF SUGAR IN IT.

AND YOU DO

NOT

EAT

IT

WITH

MAYONAISE

Well, I had a winning streak of 18 years, seven months, twelve days,  3 hours and 24 minutes.

A certain young man of unknown origins and unknown powers walked across the lawn to where a very large spider web hung between two trees. He reached his arm out as if to push through the center of the web, but his arm vanished into it instead. A little spider sat in the corner, as pleased as one could be when they have successfully built a portal through space.

Pallas Montague disappeared into the web, and the whole thing fell apart with the tug of a thread. It was time to eat dinner.

What is the game?

What is this?

The young man patted one of the beavers on the head. It looked a little bit like a guinea pig, and he liked guinea pigs. Then he grabbed more food and walked out the front door.