[Tammy forgot her journal in her room. Truthfully she'd been ignoring the thing for a couple of days now, perhaps hoping that by not acknowledging it she might wake up one day and find herself home. No such luck yet.
So maybe there's been word about this weird handcuff thing, but Tammy wouldn't know. Right now she's heading down the hall hoping to run into someone she knows and find out if they know what's up.
Barring that finding the person who has the key to her handcuffs would be ideal as well.
The first person she spots--wait, is that a person? Kind of furry for a person, and those ears...wait, Tammy's read a fairy tale like this before, except she doubts the Big Bad Wolf would have been about her height. Regardless, she definitely doesn't know him, but he still might have a clue what's going on.]
Hey, do you ha--
[She cuts off as she's nearly yanked off her feet. Her cuffs are going nuts and almost ripping her arm off, and she stumbles and only manages to avoid barreling into the...person...by bracing her free hand against the wall of the hall.
She looks down at that click and manages to process two things: (1) that's a paw, not a hand, and (2) goddammit handcuffs.]
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So maybe there's been word about this weird handcuff thing, but Tammy wouldn't know. Right now she's heading down the hall hoping to run into someone she knows and find out if they know what's up.
Barring that finding the person who has the key to her handcuffs would be ideal as well.
The first person she spots--wait, is that a person? Kind of furry for a person, and those ears...wait, Tammy's read a fairy tale like this before, except she doubts the Big Bad Wolf would have been about her height. Regardless, she definitely doesn't know him, but he still might have a clue what's going on.]
Hey, do you ha--
[She cuts off as she's nearly yanked off her feet. Her cuffs are going nuts and almost ripping her arm off, and she stumbles and only manages to avoid barreling into the...person...by bracing her free hand against the wall of the hall.
She looks down at that click and manages to process two things: (1) that's a paw, not a hand, and (2) goddammit handcuffs.]
Well, shit.