09-10-2023, 06:07 PM
((OOC: Freezing time is a rather instinctual process, it can be done as quickly as your reflexes are.))
You peek through the doorway to your left, trying your best to be sneaky...but you were built to be a war-bot, and not a subtle one at that. Beyond the clangor you made just getting to the door, your joints make an awful screeching sound as you try, awkwardly, to peek around the corner just enough to see what's inside.
From what you can make out, there are only a few piles of out-of date food in here, and...what sounds to be hyperventilating. Whatever is in here is more scared of you than you are of it. And you have no need for food. So you decide to leave it be.
You make your way to the donation boxes, gingerly opening one of the many, finding... a few garments (too small for you or Frederique), a few tomes of stories for children, and a fabric toy in the shape of a dog that appears to be missing a leg.
You open a second box, finding some garments that might actually fit you, remarkably intact given the dungeon, and -
You hear the sound of scurrying behind you.
Instinctively, you turn, seeing a pink Snibbet - unmistakably a Snibbet from its small stature, large fuzzy ears, and wild eyes - trying to race past you with an armful of old bread and pastries. Their eyes turn to slits when they see you.
They drop everything, fumbling with their belt and grabbing for what appears to be a gun.
TIME: 1 hour 29 minutes
You peek through the doorway to your left, trying your best to be sneaky...but you were built to be a war-bot, and not a subtle one at that. Beyond the clangor you made just getting to the door, your joints make an awful screeching sound as you try, awkwardly, to peek around the corner just enough to see what's inside.
From what you can make out, there are only a few piles of out-of date food in here, and...what sounds to be hyperventilating. Whatever is in here is more scared of you than you are of it. And you have no need for food. So you decide to leave it be.
You make your way to the donation boxes, gingerly opening one of the many, finding... a few garments (too small for you or Frederique), a few tomes of stories for children, and a fabric toy in the shape of a dog that appears to be missing a leg.
You open a second box, finding some garments that might actually fit you, remarkably intact given the dungeon, and -
You hear the sound of scurrying behind you.
Instinctively, you turn, seeing a pink Snibbet - unmistakably a Snibbet from its small stature, large fuzzy ears, and wild eyes - trying to race past you with an armful of old bread and pastries. Their eyes turn to slits when they see you.
They drop everything, fumbling with their belt and grabbing for what appears to be a gun.
TIME: 1 hour 29 minutes