#worstself

"– And another thing, you could stand to display more general upset."

The usual bite to Omen's critique was absent, replaced by arrant exhaustion. Curled in the depths of several blankets, they slowly drag themself from the throes of the ever dreadful midday nap.

They paused to yawn, readjusting their chains in a manner that surely must be uncomfortable. Nevertheless, they seem content as they continue.

Ah, Spooky Con. The place where many a freakish weeabo dream may come true, or a place where some may discover new things they couldn't have ever dreamed of! Certainly not a place that the Merkingdom's Crown Princess would oft find herself in, but Amira had so excitedly invited their pink friend to come join in on the fun! Before, just as swiftly, being grabbed and dragged away into a mysterious door screaming about 'MY FISH STICKS' whatever that meant.

This did mean, however, that now Miri had to entertain herself in this brave new world.

As if answering her fishy prayers (did one that warred against gods have anyone to pray to, actually?), there was a large sign and commotion for a panel starting soon where one could play a variety of popular video games made into real events! One starting up at this very moment was a social deduction game where they would have to identify who the 'culprit' was amongst them whilst completing menial tasks, or as the culprit kill off the other players as discreetly as possible!

It even came with commemorative limited edition knives! What fun!

“Uh, I’m.. I’m sorry, I don’t really know what you mean...” She wasn’t even sure who this person was, to be fair, but Noelle was doing her best to understand the situation. Apparently she had done something wrong, but she wasn’t sure where this camp even was! Hands fidget, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while she looked about. “I can... Oh! We can hang our or something and I can make it up to you! How does that sound?”