High on loving you : open, 7 minutes in Heaven

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    Why the hell not set up a game? It was usually entertaining, and this particular game could be interesting. He drew two names were drawn out of a hat and those two people had to go into a den together and do whatever they want for 7 minutes. They couldn't leave until the 7 minutes was over, unless someone happened to try and kill the other or something like that. See? Interesting. "Anyone want to play 7 minutes in Heaven?" The dogon called out, hoping he'd had some takers.

    /so how this is going to work. Based on order of posting each character will get a number, Benny being 1. I'll go to a number generator and set the limits and all and grad two numbers from there, and those two will be the ones drawn out of the hat by Benny. In this thread we'll mostly time skip to keep things going, but the rpers have the option to have a private thread to rp out what happened in the den (remember to still follow the rules of ff!). Hopefully this will be fun and a good way for characters to interact and develop some c:

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    "Umm, okay why not?" she would simply state, dragging her grief filled body over. The worst that could happen was that she was trapped in a room with someone. That didn't mean she had to do anything! Just simply stay their for 7 minutes? Correct?




    Spiderpaw had never come across a game like this before. Sure, she had played a few games as a child, many of which were played with equipment: balls or flags or goals. The rest were word games or talking games, games where her family sat in a circle to talk in weird voices and clap their paws and make wild guesses. Benedict's game was different; it was almost naughty, yet also appealing and interesting.

    Spiderpaw couldn't resist joining in. Following Pandora, she would smile softly at the dragon dog hybrid before seating herself next to him. The exact object and point of this game, Seven Minutes in Heaven, she believed it was called, was unclear to her, but she was excited nonetheless. "I'll play," she offered after sitting. "Thank you."

    Feather came over shrugging his shoulders a bit. ``I guess I could..`` Feather had no clue what this game was and how to play it but hey it must be fun. Feather doesn't realize the fact he still looks like a kit might be a huge issue.
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    The male gave a nod to those who had gathered. They were all apprentices, huh. StormClan seemed to have an abundance of those. "Cool, we'll wait for a couple more people before starting." The dogon spoke.

    Kaleidoscope vaguely remembered playing this once, though forgot how the game worked. Oh well, he supposed he'd figure it out quickly.
    "I guess I'll play," he replied hesitantly, wondering what he had gotten himself into.


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    Moonbeam sighed heavily as she felt Rainstrike, who was grinning brightly, tugging on her bag strap with his teeth. Marbelcake was watching with a frown as Rainstrike would pause in his tugging to nudge him. The tom wanted them both to play. Moonbeam and Marbelcake looked at each other before both getting up with a sigh and walking over to the group with Rainstrike. "We'll play."

    i could keep running, hiding till they find me

    ( male - older than time - the elite - stormclan - archangel - tags )

    What was this? A party game? Even after having played several times before, the name was still hilarious to the canine--he'd been to Heaven, and it wasn't in a den. But it was a fun game in his opinion, so he was down for it. "I'm in," Gabriel called out as he trotted over, tail wagging lazily as he approached the group.

    //mobile

    "I'll play." Spell said, padding over. He had never played this particular game before, but he had noticed many new faces had appeared since he had been gone. It seemed like a good way to get to know them, right? Besides, he needed to do something fun.

    Alright that was plenty of people. Good, he was glad this got some interest. "Alright, everyone write your name down on a slip of paper and put it into this hat." The dogon spoke, holding up the hat he mentioned. Then he would concentrate for a moment and conjured up the slips of paper he told them to write with, and some pencils for them to grab. Wasn't too hard normally, but when you were inexperienced it took a moment.

    Moonbeam, being the only literate one of the three, wrote down all their names. The medic placed the slips of paper into the hat. She then waited for others to do the same.

    Kaleidosope did the same, conjuring up a pen and writing his name in slightly-messy cursive lettering.



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    Pandora swiftly grabbed a pen and let her paw drag across the paper in neat and cursive hand writing. Her mother taught her to write. She missed her mother.




    i could keep running, hide until they find me

    ( male - older than time - the elite - stormclan - archangel - tags )

    Upon being instructed to write down his name, the archangel instead simply conjured a slip of paper with his name on it. Easy peasy. "Got it," he dropped it into the hat with a fluorish, grinning wildly as he did so. This group didn't seem like one he'd be able to do much with like he normally would, but it could always prove to be fun when made to sit in a den with someone for seven minutes.