SO YOU WANT TO STEAL SOME CHILDREN (Endgame Catchall)

[facultwist]

Welcome to the container for your endgame! This will be the place where you can perform your polterheist (we really love that portmanteau), and where you'll be able to commentate on the final trial!

ICly, the whole heist will take place Monday, while the final trial watch will take place Thursday. For anything not related to endgame, please continue to use the main deadland post!

Comments

[facultwist]

[ That's a smart idea! Because while the kids know about the general pool and the athletic center, they certainly don't know about your underground pool.

Vanity has enough energy to get them to the door, but they can take it from there. ]

Whoooa. Mom never showed us this place!
She probably didn't know about it.
But Mom knows everything.
She didn't know about the evil ghost witch, duh.
Come on, you two...

[ They continue on like this. Typical sibling bickering. ]

[al_fresco]

[ Pokes her head over the side of the pool. ]

So the kidnapping went well, I take it?

[bellpepperexercise]

Kidnapping makes us sound like criminals! We’re un-kidnapping them!

[al_fresco]

Hey, even Robin Hood stole! It's okay. It's a righteous kidnapping.

[sweetsynergy]

Their mom asked us and everything.

[al_fresco]

That's true. Wow, she must have her work cut out for her taking care of three kids all by herself... like Reba. Wow.

[ shes from 2004 and can make this reference ]

Probably need to find them somewhere else to hole up until this whole thing blows over, though.

[sweetsynergy]

Isabella sounded like she had something in mind.

[Also someone should probably go get Isabella.]

...is Reba a friend or some kind of reference.

[al_fresco]

No, Chandler's from Friends. Reba's a singer.

[ She hums. ]

You know, not to try to one-up her, but I do have an idea about where to put the kids that I think only we could do.

[bellpepperexercise]

Ok? What’s the plan?

[Kana is taking a breather on the floor, but she sits up a little taller at this news.]

[banishedfromparadise]

I'm certainly open to suggestions, but we want to be sure we can get Isabella to them too.

[thatsplato]

We can throw stuff at her to make her notice.

[al_fresco]

Well... You guys just came from the central quad. Rosenblum Hall is to the east of that, the gym and stables are to the north, all the other places the storm isn't hitting are to the south...

So the Witch and Headmistress probably are going to look in those places. But the dorms are to the west of the quad.

[banishedfromparadise]

... Are you saying we can get to the dorms?

We can get the kids to the dorms?

[al_fresco]

You guys? Probably not.

[ An deep breath, such as a ghost is capable of. ]

You guys and me? We can probably break the storm enough to get them through.

[sweetsynergy]

...is this a power of friendship thing.

[please say psyche]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

No, you idiot. [ said simply. ]

At most, we've been dead a month, a little over. Mari's been here for twenty years. Wouldn't it stand to reason that she's the most powerful of us?

1/2

[sweetsynergy]

[sweetsynergy]

You know what, I'm just gonna stop talking.

[al_fresco]

Vanity, no offense, but if it was, I don't think you'd be invited.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[ ...bestie... ]

[sweetsynergy]

[et tu, Mari]

...I cannot argue that.

[eternalfuture]

We have to try, then.

[No hesitation whatsoever.]

[al_fresco]

Great! We'll need someone to lead them out there, annnnnd a few of you guys to help me with the storm. ... And maybe someone to carry me back, there's a nonzero chance I pass out.

[sweetsynergy]

[sweetsynergy]

[Yeah... Yeah.]

[Vanity is not getting wistful watching these kids Be Siblings at each other, it's your imagination.]

[But also she's almost definitely dropping whatever's left of the pens as they get to the pool. Competitive Pen Toss really takes it out of you.]

Whoof- okay, if we're all about to double die someone scream, I'm just gonna. Sit for a minute.

[She slides to the ground, back against a wall, with as much dignity as she can muster.]

[It isn't much.]