[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Lucy was not really up for any sort of weekly tasks. Well, she wasn't really up for anything recently. The cub approached Dawnpaw with a confused expression and looked at the ground solemnly. 'What. Is. A. Charades.' She wasn't really having an easy time controlling the fragments of her telepathic sentences, but at least she was managing to get them out coherently enough. Was charades a type of food? She wasn't really hungry despite not having eaten in a day or two. Lucy just couldn't bring herself to eat, she had no appetite whatsoever. The medic took great care in not showing any signs to Holydove or John because she didn't want them fretting over her. She was fine. That's all Lucy had to keep telling herself. She was fine.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Mr. Cheryl Tea.. Yep, that was him. It'd be strange for him to avoid taking part, seeing as he had given Caedon the task, in the first place. Therefore, he'd approach after Fin, sporting an enthused smile, before opting to offer a nod. "Count me in!" He had been about to offer Lucy an explanation, though he'd hold off for now, just incase Caedon would prefer to do that instead.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]Charades... she recalled it commonly being a point of argument between Jessica and Emily when the former wanted to play but the latter had far too much pride to even consider acting like some sort of animal. And, in a way, Sam was the same: although it depended on the crowd, mostly. She wasn't keen on the idea of making a fool out of herself around complete strangers, especially if she could control such. "I'll sit this one out." The lioness murmured as she approached, flicking her gaze amongst the small crowd before settling on Lucy, small ears inclining back at the invasion of thoughts. Telepathy was not something Sam was comfortable with, in the least bit. But she knew Lucy didn't have much other means of communicating aside from a maker and whiteboard, which was more cumbersome than anything. "Charades is a... guessing game of sorts. You have to try to act out some sort of word for the crowd- or team, depending on how you're playing- to guess. Sometimes they're easy, like "flamingo" or "cold", and other times they're more complicated, like "lost in space" or "roasting marshmallows"." Sam paused as she took a seat, giving a small roll of her shoulders to indicate a shrug. "At least, that's how I remember it. It's been awhile since I've played." Months upon months, in fact.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]This game was specifically meant to give him anxiety, wasn't it? Blinking ruefully to himself, the white feline would halt, inclining his cranium slightly to the side. Sure, he'd play.
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[b]"Ah! I have something!" her ears perked and her amber eyes lit up. She sat back on her haunches with her front feet between her back feet, made her eyes as big as possible, and began hopping around on her rump, hopefully imitation the word she wanted them to guess.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Appearing quietly after Lucien, Praguespring came to sit beside Dawnpaw, watching as Infinity quickly volunteered to go first. The young WindClan leader had always tried to make an effort to participate in his clanmates' games, an indirect method he used to try to convey his support for their efforts, but Praguespring didn't quite want to have to act out a word, strangely concerned that he would look foolish. Glancing over at the other players, he glanced back to the brown tabby as she began hopping around. "Are y-you a rabbit?" He had another guess, for an animal that also hopped and had the big eyes a rabbit didn't, but Praguespring didn't want a turn. Guessing on its own was engaging enough.
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