Lunamor

No thank you PLATYPUS!

Granted. "The World", a PRX public radio program, is no longer on the air. I wish for seagulls to leave me alone.

AND! SPEAK! IN! ALL! CAPS!

(Thanks!) I haven't heard of Celtic Woman before. TPBM has eaten chocolate within the last 24 hours.

I grab the sandwich with a pair of tongs and attempt to shake the swarm off of it.

Platypus was allowed to win for over two days, we cannot let this stand!

As Rob pushed Shana deeper into the wall, Ben began to panic. Shana had stopped trying to fight, resorted to pleading. He didn’t think there was enough left behind Rob’s empty eyes for that to work. Ben was trapped, encircled by near-impenetrable armor and feet sunken into the floor. He wanted to do something, scream, break through the shield, but he was stuck in place. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. James would be found out and was in no state to fight back. Cassie was barely able to maneuver through the melting room. Edwin didn’t have enough experience to fight. Rob would kill them all if Ben broke cover and drew his attention. So he took a deep, shuddering breath and prepared for the worst. He inhaled all of the stormlight he had left and mentally went over instructions for James, Edwin, and Cassie. Open the shardplate. Free me from the floor. Get Shana out of the wall. His thoughts began to rush by faster. What options did he have? A crushed throat was reversible. Fatal blood loss, a snapped neck, suffocation he could fix. Could he fuse her head back if it was separated from the body? He didn’t know, he hadn’t tried. Did he even have enough stormlight for this? Was he even capable of this? Maybe James could bolster his powers. Would Rob leave immediately after killing? Would he stay or take Shana with him? None of this would work if either of those two things happened. Maybe Cassie could transport them to Shadesmar. Ben would only have a few moments to get to Shana’s body before her soul left if she… if she… Then Rob let her go, speaking a few words Ben couldn’t hear over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Rob jumped through the window and fled. Ben almost collapsed with relief. Shana was safe. The real Rob was still in there somewhere. He dismissed his wall illusion and looked to Cassie. Had she been speaking to him? He replied, trying to stop his voice from shaking. "Cassie, we're ok. Please go help Shana." @AonEne @Sorana @Eluvianii @Wyndlerunner

Lunamor nodded and returned to the opposite corner of the restaurant, his new surveying spot.

Lunamor nodded and retreated into the kitchen. He scooped two bowls of plain stew from the large vat bubbling in the corner and returned. Placing them down on the table, the contents slightly sloshed. ”Would you like anything else?”

This wasn’t Rob. Rob had saved Ben, saved all of them from the Voidbringers before. Rob knew what happened when you became one, the way it twisted your soul. He had said they weren’t human any more. Claimed they deserved to die. Unless… Ben shook his head and heard Shana yelling at him to get James out of there. Inhaling more stormlight, he hoisted James over his shoulder and waded to what once had been the doorway. Now, it looked like a hole crudely cut out of the wall. A hole that was rapidly closing. Ben considered his options. James wasn’t awake yet, so he was a sitting duck. Ben couldn’t outrun Rob, especially not while carrying James. And Shana would most likely lose a fight against him if she avoided using any of her non-lethal powers. Ben couldn’t just leave her there. But Ben was useless in a fight. All he could do was hide and hope that he could get to Shana in time if she was seriously injured. He concentrated and closed his eyes, backing up so that he was almost touching the wall. Simultaneously, he attached an illusion of Ben carrying Rob to Glint and created an illusory copy of the melting wall to obscure the real versions. The Ben/Rob illusion ran out the door and Ben prayed that his fake wall looked realistic enough to not arouse suspicion. He tried to quietly somehow keep his feet out of the melting floor, but it was becoming almost like quicksand. Then, Glint stealthily reentered the room and glided up to Cassie, then Shana. An illusory recording of Ben’s voice whispered in their ears. James and I are still in here. Left of the door. Hopefully they could find him if they needed healing. As his feet slowly sank, he felt like a coward too scared to fight and a fool too stupid to run. @Sorana @I think I am here. @AonEne @Eluvianii

@Aeoryi @Argenti @TheRavenHasLanded @WitIsTheBest (don’t know how to tag you so I’m just gonna quote you)

the bias against expired milk.

Ben strolled through the backyard, idly trailing his hand along a bush. He expended a bit of stormlight, and flowers sprouted where he trailed his hand. He picked a few for Shana. Hopefully they could help cheer her up. Then a scream rang out from within the house. A terrifying scream of someone in pain. He immediately dashed inside and grabbed a bag of charged gemstones, using the stormlight in his system to increase his speed. Charging up the stairs, Ben thought that he heard panicked voices in James’s room and burst open the door. He saw Cassie, Rob, and Evelyn all standing. James was on the floor, unmoving. Ben ran to his side and knelt down, quickly placing a hand on his forehead. He was breathing. But he wasn’t physically hurt. That was bad. That meant he had suffered something beyond a simple injury, something Ben didn’t know how to fix. No, James was just tired. He was exhausted after a long couple of days. He was fine. He had to be. Ben didn’t know if that was a lie. Frantically, he tried to transfer all of the stormlight in his system into James, not knowing what else to do. He had always avoided healing fatigue because it was harmful in the long run, so he had no idea if this could work. It had taken only a few seconds for Ben to do this after entering the room, but he had no idea if he was too late. He heard Glint mumbling over his shoulder and glanced his direction. His spren was focused on Rob and had turned an almost black color. “Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong…” murmured Glint. Ben had never seen him like that. Glint was supposed to be a golden patch of light, not darkness. And… had Rob been crying? Rob never cried. What had happened? Was it because James had fallen? After focusing on Rob’s face for a moment, Ben’s eyes widened in shock. Rob’s eyes were red. Something had either replaced or impersonated his friend. He knew that Rob would never willingly give in to something like this. Rob was the strongest of them all. @I think I am here. @AonEne @Eluvianii @Sorana @Wyndlerunner

Yessiree! Also, apparently yessiree is a valid word according to spellcheck.

Shallan, Raoden, and Breeze foolishly planted some horrendous Paw Patrol creepypastas and safely dropkicked their happy Glaceon because sentient MeeM sniffed rotten fish shaped fish fishily.

I become further concerned that this sandwich is becoming a biohazard and offer to trade a higher quality sandwich for it.

Consider eating it, then feel too bad about doing that because it’s impressively tiny. WWYDIYF an ant farm in your pocket?

I just really like Phineas and Ferb and figured it was close enough

Nope. I’ve got many socks, including some novelty ones I never wear (unless I run out of regular ones, in which case I end up walking around wearing some dessert-themed long socks). TPBM has memorized more than five digits of pi.

No, but now I want to know. TPBM has eaten frog before.

Surprisingly I am not wearing any right now. TPBM hates blue cheese.