Re: A Flying Cargo Container
No one remaining can see, and the rustle of fabric can't be deciphered to know WHO moved, much less where and how. The silence is broken, oddly enough, by Knockout. "So, who's still here? If my ears can be believed it's just me, me, and my favorite cocoo... wait... that's wrong."
"I'm sorry, Eric, uh... Mr. Forrest. Well, this is so hard. How you humans manage these things is completely beyond me. Listen, I'm not Knockout. I'm not even, a person. Which is really not fair!"
There was some more rustling. "That witch made me care. I'm going to get you free and we're going to switch outfits in the dark."
Giggle. "Like a superhero sleepover game."
Further rustling, zippers zipping, buttons buttoning, snaps snapping.
"Besides, if the lights do come on I won't mind if Eric sees me, because he's Eric. What do you think?"
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 21:14, Fri 05 June 2020.