OoC: Link is in sig. I guess it's about time I started using him.
BiC: Chetarren passed through the corridor, muscles aching and stomach growling. His ongoing exploration of the strange Dome he had found himself in was proving to be frustrating, as he had yet to meet another living soul or a way out.
The centaur pulled himself up abruptly, staring at the door that had seemingly appeared in front of him. His head scraping the ceiling, he moved closer, intrigued by the sound of laughter he could hear coming from the other side of it. He knew it was likely just another of the area's tricks, but he couldn't resist the hope that there was another living, breathing soul on the other side.
Stooping down, he opened the door and passed through, his spear held in front of him in case it was a trap. Then, amazed by what he saw, he stopped, failing even to register the door swinging shut behind him, or it's subsequent disappearance from the wall. In fact, his apparent immobility only ended when one of the figures running amok in the chamber saw fit to throw what appeared to be - and tasted like - a fruit cake into his face.
The centaur wiped the cake from his face as the four figures continued to pelt each other - and him - with the hall bizarre array of foodstuffs. Then, walking to a shelf in the nearest wall, Chetarren selected the largest, softest item he could see, and placed it on the blade of his spear. He turned towards the bear who had launched the first attack against him, and catapulted the selected piece of confectionary into his furred back.
The bear shrieked and spun, aiming a large pie at the centaur's chest. Laughing for the first time in many moons, Chetarren scooped up a pie of his own and entered the fray, gracing the long-haired woman with his next shot and flinging a handful of mashed potatoe at any who came in range.
OoC: There. Expect more from the centaur tomorrow.
