not saying a word to the third person sitting there

Hurricane Negan

Summary: Negan sees one of his men getting a bit too friendly with one his newcomers.
Request Summary: “Could I get a jealous Negan, please.”- charlesgrey1875
POV: Third Person Limited – Negan
Characters: Adrienne, Negan, Simon, and Jacob.
Word Count: 1415
Warnings: Cursing
Authors note: Whenever I say her, I’m referring to Adrienne, but in this story, the two of them aren’t quite familiar with each other and I wanted Negan’s POV to stay accurate with him not actually knowing her.  Adrienne is sort of a fill-in character.  When you read, you can make her look however you wish.  She’s practically a stand-in for Y/N.
Parts: ½ - Completed (Part Two)
Quote of the story: “Boom.  Problem motherfuckin’ solved”

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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

—  Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World”

The Quiet World
by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred  
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear  
without saying hello. In the restaurant  
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,  
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.  
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,  
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line  
and listen to each other breathe.

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

—  Jeffrey McDaniel, Forgiveness Parade

We were playing a Wheel of Time themed campaign recently, trying to find an NPC who had been kidnapped from Tear by the Black Ajah. While searching, we come across a book detailing the contents of a storeroom that held objects of power, including a doorway that leads to the world of the Aelfinn, who will truthfully answer 3 questions. Our Aes Sedai volunteers to go through.

DM: the snakeish guy leads you through twists and turns to a room with three spiraled pillars, each with another snakey person sitting on top.

First question is the location of the NPC, second is how they’re guarded, arriving at the third she stops to think.

DM(OOC): do you have a third question? Because you can’t leave until you ask them three.

Aes Sedai (OOC): They have to answer truthfully right? Okay.
(To aelfinn): Yes or no, will the next word you say be no?

DM (OOC): sure you want to ask that? They punish frivolous questions harshly.

Aes Sedai (OOC): I’m Brown Ajah [a faction entirely concerned with collection of knowledge]. It’s serious to me because a true paradox like this has never been seen in person.

DM: Fair enough. The three look at each other, open their mouths to speak, and promptly explode.

Aes Sedai: … I’m not leaving without my answer.