[so Nigel has been using the gift machine a fair amount, and... since he's started hoarding food too, it's finally gotten to the point where too much junk is cluttering his room. So now he's lugged it all out to spread out across one of the benches in case anyone wants it for grabs. There's quite anassortment ofitems and he's cool parting with most of it, although anything that's a weapon (sadly that includes the riding crop) has remained in the safety of his room. While he will call out to people whose stuff he suspects he has, he's entertaining himself in the meantime. Things like blowing bubbles, chasing an angry-faced butterfly around the foyer, and unleashing the terrible treasure shark into a little home made maze to get the golden cellphone at the end. ...He's obviously really bored, huh? Maybe you should keep him company.]
yard spar
[Well, no offense to anyone who hung out with him in the foyer, but Nigel's still antsy even after that. Admittedly, anyone would have trouble sitting still when the motive is still hanging over their heads after almost a week... even the Alices are apparently bored enough to throw a party. The suspense isn't great for a paranoid kid like him, so he's out in the meadow a couple hours before it starts, hanging some smuggled serving pots from the dining hall dishes over trees to use as target practice for his S.C.A.M.P.P. laser beam. They keep falling down though and making him mutter.]
Alright, this isn't working. [Clearing his throat, he speaks loudly.] I WONDER if anyone here likes a friendly battle!?
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[so Nigel has been using the gift machine a fair amount, and... since he's started hoarding food too, it's finally gotten to the point where too much junk is cluttering his room. So now he's lugged it all out to spread out across one of the benches in case anyone wants it for grabs. There's quite an assortment of items and he's cool parting with most of it, although anything that's a weapon (sadly that includes the riding crop) has remained in the safety of his room. While he will call out to people whose stuff he suspects he has, he's entertaining himself in the meantime. Things like blowing bubbles, chasing an angry-faced butterfly around the foyer, and unleashing the terrible treasure shark into a little home made maze to get the golden cellphone at the end. ...He's obviously really bored, huh? Maybe you should keep him company.]
yard spar
[Well, no offense to anyone who hung out with him in the foyer, but Nigel's still antsy even after that. Admittedly, anyone would have trouble sitting still when the motive is still hanging over their heads after almost a week... even the Alices are apparently bored enough to throw a party. The suspense isn't great for a paranoid kid like him, so he's out in the meadow a couple hours before it starts, hanging some smuggled serving pots from the dining hall dishes over trees to use as target practice for his S.C.A.M.P.P. laser beam. They keep falling down though and making him mutter.]
Alright, this isn't working. [Clearing his throat, he speaks loudly.] I WONDER if anyone here likes a friendly battle!?