
12:02:36 am
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12:02:36 am
UCT
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online
Cursor lines up napkins with almost scientific care. Every candy dish is perfectly centered, every sprinkle pile deliberate.
CURSOR: "If the taffy’s rotated wrong, the whole table loses structural integrity."
EGGY: "That sounds serious."
CURSOR: "It is. No one ever thanks the snack table. But it holds everything together."
The tape doesn’t stick. Then it sticks too well. One streamer falls as soon as you fix another. Cursor mutters something about humidity and betrayal. Eventually, you both just sort of... drape the banners with hope and walk away.
CURSOR: "Teamwork makes the décor... adequate."
They nod approvingly and return to adjusting the snack labels by font weight.
Cursor adjusts a napkin, then leans closer like they’re about to tell you a secret.
CURSOR: "Okay, maybe it's nothing. But I swear the snack table resets itself. Same smudges. Same missing gumdrop. Like it loops when no one’s looking."
They glance around, lowering their voice even more.
CURSOR: "And the fog machine hasn’t been refilled once. That thing should’ve sputtered out an hour ago."
They straighten up suddenly.
CURSOR: "You didn’t hear that from me. But if you’re curious, Candy has a whole notebook. She's tracking… something."