Skater was in his house, on the Board, having gotten a much-needed kick courtesy of J.P. Beaubien. Alright, he thought. Time to finally request Permission! He was going to do it. He was going to let go of his creation and take a leap of faith. His prompts were completed, Now all he needed to do was make sure they stayed that way...

She's currently covered in sawdust and has managed to cut a finger open on her unsanded armor. She's cursing and trying to keep from getting sawdust in her cut.

Really, the only thing that could make this day worse is if a goose showed up.

She hopes this will aid her in conducting some field research on the horrible goose. She plans to write a story about it, but has never played the goose game, and finds this to be something of an impediment. She wonders if watching that Game Theory video about the intelligence of the goose is really enough to go on. This goose seems smarter than the average goose, but can it, say, open doors, supposing they have a handle instead of a knob? This is important.

Neshomeh climbs up into the little-remembered rafters above the PPC Lounge with her laptop. She opens up a Notepad file and waits, hoping to make some quality observations before her battery runs out.

(( {= D ))

She even says so. Look, there she is now.

"Today I am going to cause problems on purpose."

What a rotter! I bet she hopes a horrible goose isn't going to mess up her plans to do that!

((For those unaware, "Today I am going to cause problems on purpose" is kind of a meme in the goose game fandom))

The Goose is greeted after rounding one corner of HQ by... another Goose?

This one appears to be waiting for something. What shall our protagonist-of-chaos Goose do?

((SMF here, preparing for the delightful chaos. Open to threadjacks if you are!))

She's flopped across the couch by the fire, glasses askew, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone and probably reading smut when she thinks no one's looking

Cicada has finished her finals and is coasting through the last few days of school. She only has a little bit of homework to do, her cold is almost gone (though she's still got her cough drops and tylenol nearby), and she's made herself a nice cup of tea. The detritus of the last few days studying is all around her, but the mess shouldn't be too much trouble. As long as nothing troublesome happens, she can finally start to relax.

He's reading the Oedipus trilogy right now, but he's also borrowing two books about the Titanic from his parents, which he wants to keep in pristine shape by the time he returns them. It sure would be a shame if anything were to happen to them . . .

They're on the floor to his left, while he reads Oedipus Rex in a chair . . .

—doctorlit, semi-autobiographical