[Eglantine still need to use a physical appendage to text, but she has plenty to spare. She moves smoothly down the hall with a little bag of Drunksitting Supplies (read: things to make the inevitable hangover a little kinder on these unfortunate people) in her hands, holding the phone with one delicate frond.]
Well, I suppose we've all got our own tastes, there's certainly no shame in that. Perhaps they found the game stimulating somehow?
[There's a brief pause, and then Andi gets another quick series of texts as a mildly unfortunate thought suddenly occurs to her.]
Ah, I don't suppose this game features any sort of tactile That is to say, is there feedback if The controllers. Do they. Vibrate, at all?
[Look, she's seen so many people need medical attention because they've gotten things stuck somewhere they shouldn't have been, she has to ask.]
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Well, I suppose we've all got our own tastes, there's certainly no shame in that. Perhaps they found the game stimulating somehow?
[There's a brief pause, and then Andi gets another quick series of texts as a mildly unfortunate thought suddenly occurs to her.]
Ah, I don't suppose this game features any sort of tactile
That is to say, is there feedback if
The controllers.
Do they. Vibrate, at all?
[Look, she's seen so many people need medical attention because they've gotten things stuck somewhere they shouldn't have been, she has to ask.]