voice;

[wintersking]

[Grumbling, under his breath] I can't believe I decided to- oh bother this!

[There are a few sniffles- although he'll vehemently deny that later on, and a noise as Ed wipes his eyes and blinks a lot- but the darned tears just won't stop! Perhaps he cut too many onions?]Lucy, Susan- Pete and Caspian too, if you'd like

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[lionesscouchant]

[She's not coming out of her room. She hates onions]

No!

[wintersking]

[He's confused as to why she's so vehemently declining. And the door's locked because really, he hasn't cried in forever and he isn't about to break that.]

Something wrong, Lu?

[lionesscouchant]

Onions hurt.

[wintersking]

I'm [SLIGHT sniffle and then DENIAL] fine, really. It's just easier this way.

audio; bending space and time, and rolling you with multiples-get

[suncolors]

Oh...so you did try it after all...that's kind of you.

audio; HAHAH YAY

[wintersking]

It's not really. Having the others cursed or whatnot seemed bothersome, is all.[He's a little less talkative right now on account of the tears streaming from his eyes, sorry]

8) then we are truly bending space and time....text reply-get

[suncolors]

It is a bit bothersome, curses are anyway, though some are fun...do you think they might be connected? I suppose everything here is connected in some way or another~

fff space and time have to meaning to us

[wintersking]

Well I figured there had to be a punishment of some sort, knowing these deities. It might not be curses, but then again it might be something worse.

red hot chili peppers

[treadingdawn]

He waltzes into the hall. Onion soup and onion rings and whatever else aside, Caspian comes to Edmund's door carrying a handful of red and green things.

"E~dmu~nd, are you--"

The Telmarine stares then presses his ear to the door.

"Edmund?"

red hot chili peppers

[wintersking]

...Caspian's singsong voice was utterly ridiculous.

"Yes?" he calls, glancing at the container he's placed in front of him to collect the tears. It's about a quarter full, which possibly wouldn't be enough. Oh, bother.

red hot chili peppers

[treadingdawn]

Utterly what? His singsong voice is alluring like a siren to the damn rocks. Sort of.

"What are you doing in there?" Suspicious Telmarine is suspicious.

red hot chili peppers

[wintersking]

His singsong voice would be enough to make sailors flee from the scene. Lifeboats or no lifeboats.

"I'm just- trying to make this easier, but it's come out a lot more difficult than I expected."

lol brb being SO lazy....SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOO LAZY. Fff.

[oshutup]

"Ed?" he's at the door as well and who knows how it's not all of them right there at the same time but maybe he caught on a bit late...busy being lazy...oh wait, so lazy...and all. He knocks once, twice, and then goes to turn the door handle.

HEY YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE OKAY

[wintersking]

"It's locked." Ed says curtly, because really. And it isn't going to become unlocked until his eyes are no longer smarting and red. Third full, not enough for all of them.

Onions certainly hurt, that much he knows now.

so what peter stop being so lazy, edmund do your job, uh...caspian....something something?

[oshutup]

"What did you do?" he asks, trying to turn the handle anyway. "Open it," he says and it's not a request.

bending time and space for great justice

[treadingdawn]

"Peter," says a Telmarine who sneaks back into the hall, hands warm in his pockets.

"I'm having trouble."

[lionesssejant]

[Color Susan curious.]

Ed? What are you up to?

[wintersking]

[Sniffles- HE'S DENYING IT OKAY]

Susan?