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[The Weighted Companion Cube-dog is sitting on the Winchester Saloon steps, as usual.
It is thinking...about its new world, its new body, all of the new experiences included in the past week.
It is deep in motionless and unblinking thought...and does not understand nor notice the storm that is coming.
Beside it, its journal--which somehow found its way back to it--silently jotted down the creature's thoughts.]
I wonder how long I will stay like this.
I think more. I feel. I move.
I wonder how long until I am the Weighted Companion Cube again.
((ooc: If someone doesn't wrangle the Companion Cube off somewhere, then its staying right where it is...until something probably bad happens to it. Borrowed instincts only get normally-inanimate creatures so far, lol.))
It is thinking...about its new world, its new body, all of the new experiences included in the past week.
It is deep in motionless and unblinking thought...and does not understand nor notice the storm that is coming.
Beside it, its journal--which somehow found its way back to it--silently jotted down the creature's thoughts.]
I wonder how long I will stay like this.
I think more. I feel. I move.
I wonder how long until I am the Weighted Companion Cube again.
((ooc: If someone doesn't wrangle the Companion Cube off somewhere, then its staying right where it is...until something probably bad happens to it. Borrowed instincts only get normally-inanimate creatures so far, lol.))