Discord
Cushion stops pulling you for a moment, standing still while they try to decide what to bring you to. Their eye catches the table, and they jump and point at it, as if only just noticing it.
“Oh, there’s a fun card game I know we can play! I’ll set it up on the table.”
“My name is Tables!” You like hearing the sound of your name. It feels good.
“We know.” says Window softly.
“Thanks for showing me around so far, this place seems really nice.” You drop a little dab to express the pleasant atmosphere. “I haven’t really introduced myself yet, have I? I’m a collective type tcp, I’m not really sure what exactly that means yet. I’m not even sure what I look like, although I guess you can tell that, by just looking.”
Cushion pauses doing... whatever they’re doing with the cards, to stare at you for a bit. A strange moment of silence passes, during which Cushion’s facial expression changes several times, before they finally shake their head, grin, and continue moving around cards.
“You really are an odd one, aren’t you?”
“I am?”
“Fllif says she didn’t expect you to know all that stuff yet, but it's probably because of your… type, right? You’re a bunch of people squashed together or something?” They shrug. “Whatever. Nice to meet you, Tables!”
“Thanks! Oh also, can you hear that voice too? Is that ‘Fllif’?”
Cushion responds with an enthusiastic “Yep!”, but Window grunts frustratedly and crosses her arms. Cushion turns back at her before waving their hand in the air. “Fllif’s pretty great but, mmm, she surprised Window a bit much when teaching stuff. But that’s why I asked her to let me do the talking when it came to you, so you don’t need to worry about that! Anyway, I hope you’re ready to play!”
The cards are laid out in several piles of varying number, with the top card of each pile flipped face up, along with a deck of the remainders. You don’t recognise the game. Or do you?
“Oh, she does want to know one thing though. Why do you keep doing that two-armed salute, or whatever it is?”
“Oh, there’s a fun card game I know we can play! I’ll set it up on the table.”
“My name is Tables!” You like hearing the sound of your name. It feels good.
“We know.” says Window softly.
“Thanks for showing me around so far, this place seems really nice.” You drop a little dab to express the pleasant atmosphere. “I haven’t really introduced myself yet, have I? I’m a collective type tcp, I’m not really sure what exactly that means yet. I’m not even sure what I look like, although I guess you can tell that, by just looking.”
Cushion pauses doing... whatever they’re doing with the cards, to stare at you for a bit. A strange moment of silence passes, during which Cushion’s facial expression changes several times, before they finally shake their head, grin, and continue moving around cards.
“You really are an odd one, aren’t you?”
“I am?”
“Fllif says she didn’t expect you to know all that stuff yet, but it's probably because of your… type, right? You’re a bunch of people squashed together or something?” They shrug. “Whatever. Nice to meet you, Tables!”
“Thanks! Oh also, can you hear that voice too? Is that ‘Fllif’?”
Cushion responds with an enthusiastic “Yep!”, but Window grunts frustratedly and crosses her arms. Cushion turns back at her before waving their hand in the air. “Fllif’s pretty great but, mmm, she surprised Window a bit much when teaching stuff. But that’s why I asked her to let me do the talking when it came to you, so you don’t need to worry about that! Anyway, I hope you’re ready to play!”
The cards are laid out in several piles of varying number, with the top card of each pile flipped face up, along with a deck of the remainders. You don’t recognise the game. Or do you?
“Oh, she does want to know one thing though. Why do you keep doing that two-armed salute, or whatever it is?”
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