Not that I've seen? But if they did they probably got taken for first aid or something so.
[ He shrugs despite knowing Bigby won't be able to see it. ]
You're not too far off though, try taking a step to your le...no, right. My left, your right. One step that way.
[ Look at him, being all helpful and stuff. He deserves a Human Of the Year award for this. He totally wouldn't have done this when he worked at Hyperion. A good heckle and some smarmy quips and he'd leave the man to it. But seeing as how this guy is clearly not dressed for the beach bumming that it seems most people are here for he's decided on a rare moment of pity. ]
[ that's not. ominous at all. nope. Bigby remains somewhat calm as he is guided into what he can only hope is the right direct, the frustrated twitches of his eyebrows obscured by the blindfold placed over them. it doesn't take long for him to begin grumbling, though, and he eventually stops spinning around like an idiot to focus his attention on the voice once more. ]
Are you fucking with me right now? You're definitely fucking with me.
[ sorry, Rhys. you may have good intentions in your heart (for a change), but Bigby's pessimistic self is going to assume you are doing this for a good heckle and some smarmy quips. ]
No, I'm not fucking with you. I just...forgot directions are backwards for a minute, it's fine.
[ aka The fault lies with Rhys and he's trying not to acknowledge that too much or focus on it. Let him try again, this time with a little more confidence since Bigby's almost where he needs to be even with all that disoriented shuffling. ]
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[ He shrugs despite knowing Bigby won't be able to see it. ]
You're not too far off though, try taking a step to your le...no, right. My left, your right. One step that way.
[ Look at him, being all helpful and stuff. He deserves a Human Of the Year award for this. He totally wouldn't have done this when he worked at Hyperion. A good heckle and some smarmy quips and he'd leave the man to it. But seeing as how this guy is clearly not dressed for the beach bumming that it seems most people are here for he's decided on a rare moment of pity. ]
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[ that's not. ominous at all. nope. Bigby remains somewhat calm as he is guided into what he can only hope is the right direct, the frustrated twitches of his eyebrows obscured by the blindfold placed over them. it doesn't take long for him to begin grumbling, though, and he eventually stops spinning around like an idiot to focus his attention on the voice once more. ]
Are you fucking with me right now? You're definitely fucking with me.
[ sorry, Rhys. you may have good intentions in your heart (for a change), but Bigby's pessimistic self is going to assume you are doing this for a good heckle and some smarmy quips. ]
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[ aka The fault lies with Rhys and he's trying not to acknowledge that too much or focus on it. Let him try again, this time with a little more confidence since Bigby's almost where he needs to be even with all that disoriented shuffling. ]
Take one step to your right. A small one.