[ That's probably what makes her different from the other blonde journalist. Actually sensitive, and doesn't have a stubborn granite skull. Daan's had little choice but to accept these things and he certainly would have preferred it if he were nothing more than a stranger caught up in a murder mystery. He never asked to be a surpisingly main guest in the thick of Prehevil, even if he doesn't know by how much -- and likely never will, much to his chagrin.
He seems exhausted the moment Camille mentions the idea of explaining anything to anyone. ]
It was already going to be difficult enough trying to acknowledge Prehevil. This place with its star-crossers and god-blessed wizards, and changing bodies or sprouting ears like it's nothing more than a prank...
I'll be lucky if they just laugh it off at best. Worst they can do is institutionalise me.
[ And actually so did Daan but uh, sadly for him, they gave him bnuuy ears so it wasn't fun for him ICly so he won't be volunteering that information. ]
Oh god. Well he embraced the cat pun curse pretty well, if his letter to me was anything to go by. If there was a guy who could take that bullshit in stride...
Kind of a shitty Monday. Getting stinkbombed out of house and home. Balded, glittered, made clumsy and obsessed with soba. Only nine of us left and not one of us guilty, can't say I blamed the kids for declaring war on the dead.
If it helps we were all full of insanity at each other so if any of you were hit, I think someone just ran out.
I distinctly recall we were all made to be forcibly attentive to Robin's feet and Cloud's arse in particular. And I was cursed as well, that Monday and the following Tuesday...
...
[ Actually he seems more annoyed the longer he has to recall that so let's not. ]
[There's a small blip of surprise that bleeds over, hearing he was cursed both Monday and Tuesday. She herself had said no to cursing him specifically, as well as a select few others. Kate and Ashlyn, Cloud, Mathis. Any crimes committed against them were done out of sight.
Not to mention she was already dead by the time Robin's feet came into play. They all suffered on that front.]
Well. I guess we agree on what our second least favourite thing here is.
[Number one being the fucking murders.]
...I will miss the people. Not much else, I don't think. Even the kinder locales were pretty inhospitable.
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[ That's probably what makes her different from the other blonde journalist. Actually sensitive, and doesn't have a stubborn granite skull. Daan's had little choice but to accept these things and he certainly would have preferred it if he were nothing more than a stranger caught up in a murder mystery. He never asked to be a surpisingly main guest in the thick of Prehevil, even if he doesn't know by how much -- and likely never will, much to his chagrin.
He seems exhausted the moment Camille mentions the idea of explaining anything to anyone. ]
It was already going to be difficult enough trying to acknowledge Prehevil. This place with its star-crossers and god-blessed wizards, and changing bodies or sprouting ears like it's nothing more than a prank...
I'll be lucky if they just laugh it off at best. Worst they can do is institutionalise me.
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Sounds like we're both fucked.
[Eternal silence it is. Though—]
Who sprouted ears? I missed that one.
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[ And actually so did Daan but uh, sadly for him, they gave him bnuuy ears so it wasn't fun for him ICly so he won't be volunteering that information. ]
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Oh god. Well he embraced the cat pun curse pretty well, if his letter to me was anything to go by. If there was a guy who could take that bullshit in stride...
[hm.]
When was this?
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[ I THINK it was W5. ]
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I wasn't looking for admissions...
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Kids will be kids.
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Kind of a shitty Monday. Getting stinkbombed out of house and home. Balded, glittered, made clumsy and obsessed with soba. Only nine of us left and not one of us guilty, can't say I blamed the kids for declaring war on the dead.
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I distinctly recall we were all made to be forcibly attentive to Robin's feet and Cloud's arse in particular. And I was cursed as well, that Monday and the following Tuesday...
...
[ Actually he seems more annoyed the longer he has to recall that so let's not. ]
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Not to mention she was already dead by the time Robin's feet came into play. They all suffered on that front.]
Well. I guess we agree on what our second least favourite thing here is.
[Number one being the fucking murders.]
...I will miss the people. Not much else, I don't think. Even the kinder locales were pretty inhospitable.
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[ The prospect of world travel. Baffling and still difficult to take in despite everything, but it's what's promised to them. ]
So don't worry about that first part, at least. If you're so inclined.