week 2

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 2
[From the day you arrived on the planet, and blinking, stepped into the sun. There's more to see than can ever be seen, and more to do than can ever be done. Yet, still, the whole thing seems...monotonous. Surely there must be some excitement, some showmanship, some sort of plot twist that could keep this show moving onward?

Welcome to week 2, gents.]


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[dechagny]

No, I haven't the slightest, but I suspect it has never known a bath in its life.

[Does he look like the kind of guy who knows gross animal scents]

[solomonjihad]

[WELL SHE..........no]

I wonder why the owner would wear it.

[...maybe its.......................

...

no no clue as she looks at it, frowning.]

[dechagny]

Perhaps they did not realize how badly their hat smelled. I have heard that happens, sometimes, if one inhabits an odious environment for some time.

[solomonjihad]

......

Maybe...they're Undead...and they forgot to shower...!

[dechagny]

Miss Astarte, the undead do not exist.

[Said very frankly.]

[solomonjihad]

...That...

[That gets Astarte onto her feet, her expression indignant.]

With all due respect, they do exist. They just don't generally show themselves to humans.

[dechagny]

[Raoul balks somewhat, taking a step back and looking at her questioningly.] No...I am quite sure they are the things of dark and cryptic tales.

[solomonjihad]

Of course they are.

[She takes a step forward, frowning deeply.]

Because if they were out in the open, most humans wouldn't hesitate to try and kill them!

[dechagny]

[Why is she doing this they were talking about a hat]

And - your point is?

[solomonjihad]

[YOU TOTALLY STARTED IT]

Undead are real. That's why...I wonder about this hat.

[dechagny]

[WELL YOU TOOK IT WAY TOO FAR]

...Well. If the undead decide they want it back, I'm sure they...will make their presence known.

[But it's likely she'll get to keep that smelly hat forever.]

[solomonjihad]

Of course. Because they know, I will protect them.

[WHAT NUH UUUUUH]

[dechagny]

Right. Yes...of course.

[Oh God what even the hell, Astarte]

[solomonjihad]

[You thought her sane? You thought w r o n g apparently!!]

...I'm telling the truth.

[dechagny]

I don't doubt that you are.

[The truth in her mind anyway. He's...a little nervous about arguing with her now.]

[solomonjihad]

...Then...why did you tell me they didn't exist?

[She's giving you a look now, Raoul.]

[dechagny]

[Goooosh he should just. Back up right now. But he's rooted to the spot.]

Because! That is...the truth that I know.

[solomonjihad]

...I'm not making them up.

[She isn't...!]