Three Mistakes

[indirectcause]

[The journal is suddenly filled with a lot of crashing, banging and smashing. As if looters have entered one of the rooms and decided to just tear the place apart instead. There are a couple of panicked yells, before Ben manages to make a flying dive under his bed, taking his journal with him]

What the fuck is going on now? Why the hell is my furniture attacking me? [Another loud smash] Jesus! How do you stop it?

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[dictated]

[sonatilove]

[She might be worried, but well, first thing's first-- she is kind of a silly kid.]

You made it angry~

forever!

[indirectcause]

What? Like shit I did. I didn't do anything to it!

forever!

[sonatilove]

oooh, you're talking nasty! Did too! It's why it's angry.

[indirectcause]

[Oh right, a kid]

Sorry. But that sort of thing doesn't do anything to the castle.

Usually.

dictated;

[rightchoices]

-- what?

forever!

[indirectcause]

Lee! The fucking furniture is flying everywhere! Is it happening for you? [Not if he's questioning what's going on, Ben, no]

[rightchoices]

[ Hahaha what. ]

Did you do something to it?

[indirectcause]

What? NO! It just started floating and attacking me!

[batteriesarehard]

Something weird is going on with the castle today, just hang on.

[Carley's coming to save you, Ben. Of course, pushing his door open and seeing things flying around on their own is... kind of new. What the fuck is even up with this place?

Whatever. There's a few lamps flying around, one of them on a collision course for where Ben's hiding under the bed (which is something they can talk about later), but Carley's got this. Out comes the glock and she shoots it before it can hit the ground and shatter and cause him any injuries.]

[indirectcause]

[Carley you are the best Mammabear. He doesn't even fit under the bed properly, his legs are sticking out the other side awkwardly. He'll just...stay in his hidey hole for a moment while she deals with his satanic lamp, ok]

Is it dead?

[batteriesarehard]

It's... a lamp, Ben. It was never alive.

[A few more shots to take out other various killer pieces of furniture, but it becomes clear this isn't really working.]

You should probably make a run for it, I'll cover you.

[indirectcause]

Yeah? Tell that to the things flying about trying to take your head off.

[He casts her a worried look]

Will you be okay? [Past the chance of being a hero Ben. Way past]

[dog_eat_dog]

[What the...]

What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you high?

[indirectcause]

NO! I don't do that stuff. I'm serious, my furniture is trying to kill me! [SMASH]

[silentrunning]

[Chell hears the panicked yells and the crashing and runs out of her room, dog and ferret trailing behind her surprisingly. She knows whose room that is, and she's going to help if hse can. She hits the stairs down from her tower at a mad run.]

Ben? What's going on?

[indirectcause]

I don't know, Chell! My stuff just lost it and started attacking me!!

[silentrunning]

[Chell shoves Ben's door open with her shoulder, and stares in. The furniture is indeed going nuts. But Chell's used to dodging things flying at her. Only now she doesn't have a portal gun. Giving both the dog and the ferret a firm order to stay, she drops to hands and knees and creeps across the floor... Since the furniture doesn't seem to be flying that close to the floor. She'll get Ben out of here somehow.]

[indirectcause]

[He's still under the bed, as best as he can get his lanky tall from under it anyway. He gives her a small pathetic wave as he sees her, a nearby lamp flying towards her]

Be careful it's all fucking nuts!

[willrememberthat]

Ben?!

[indirectcause]

Oh jeez, Clem, are you somewhere safe? Things are getting weird again.

[willrememberthat]

Yeah, I'm okay. Why is your furniture angry?

[indirectcause]

I have no idea, it was fine one second, the next: angry.

[bronwe]

Were you jumping on your bed? Did you spill tea on your table?

[indirectcause]

[Oh Frodo]

Nope, pretty sure I've done nothing to upset the furniture in any way, man.

[bronwe]

[ He chuckles, quite pleased with himself. ]

Maybe you bumped into them unknowingly and they were offended.