Janet Pluchinsky (
sorrowandsorrow) wrote2023-10-08 08:59 am
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Open Post: Welters
It's probably been noted before, but Janet's not actually dumb. The people of this mansion are varied and mercurial. They're not like Fillorians, some of whom are little bitches but who were largely cow-eyed and willing to accept her authority just because she was a pretty girl from another world.
So. She has to win people over. Maybe everyone needs a little fun to take their minds off things. Conveniently, welters is absolutely Janet's idea of fun. There's a bunch of insane rules, violence is encouraged, and you win if you're good at magic and being bossy.
The mansion grounds are also a little tempestuous as to their character, but apparently the master magician toying with all their lives is feeling charitable today. She's found a big, flat stretch of undisturbed grass, and she's sketching out welters squares with a piece of chalk.
So. She has to win people over. Maybe everyone needs a little fun to take their minds off things. Conveniently, welters is absolutely Janet's idea of fun. There's a bunch of insane rules, violence is encouraged, and you win if you're good at magic and being bossy.
The mansion grounds are also a little tempestuous as to their character, but apparently the master magician toying with all their lives is feeling charitable today. She's found a big, flat stretch of undisturbed grass, and she's sketching out welters squares with a piece of chalk.
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Janet's not immune to a little swell of guilt. It doesn't taste great. Trying to look interested, she takes the papers. "That was... really nice of you," she says, sounding a little like she's being held at gunpoint.
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And it's true, her charts are far from standardized, but she did her best to make sure that landmarks are noted so that there's some way to tell direction, and she also carefully labeled each one with what day 'Night 1, Night 2, etc.,' and the time, at least as far as how long it had been since sunset.
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She sighs, and nods. There's a horrible, humiliating urge to pat Tress on the shoulder or ruffle her hair or something. Obviously she's not doing that. "Yeah. You're right."