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[nihilmancy]

Who: Licorice
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: Licorice Carriage

[Welcome to Count Spookula's Car of Horrors! Today's spooky mystery: Where the fuck are we?]

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[stakesthesame]

[ i've got pjs covered in tiny bats how bout y'all

She wanders out of her room with phone in hand, frowning ]

Man, who decked this place out?

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh has already changed into the dress. It makes her feel safer by increasing her size.]

The one that addressed us on the message called himself a Prince. I don't trust him.

[stakesthesame]

Dang, that's a snappy judgement. Who're you?

[nihilmancy]

[She's just saying, this could all be an elaborate Jigsaw scenario]

I don't know. You?

[stakesthesame]

I'm--

...

I dunno.

[nihilmancy]

You don't remember anything either?

[stakesthesame]

Not a dang thing.

Great. Amnesia party.

[nihilmancy]

Could this occasion truly be considered festive?

[stakesthesame]

... you take things real literally huh.

[nihilmancy]

Perhaps. In any case, it seems we have found ourselves in the same situation.

[stakesthesame]

Well, yeah.

... man. Are we all here without memories so far?

[nihilmancy]

So it would seem. Our host would claim that this is the result of some malevolent outside force.

[vitellina]

[ hers is covered in autumn leaves

also she's like, wearing a goat skull on her head, ]

I don't know but it's stupid and I hate it, laters!

[stakesthesame]

Woaaaah, baa baa black sheep, slow your roll. Where you goin'?

[vitellina]

[ just

stares at her

and stares

and stares

and then, completely monotone: ]

The dead don't move. Why do you?

[stakesthesame]

Excuse me? Do I look dead to you?

1/3

[vitellina]

Yyyyno.

[ and back to normal ]

I don't really know what that was, so I'm going to assume I'm going crazy from isolation.

[vitellina]

[ guide her to her final rest. judge the worth of her soul. ]

Holy shit, shut up!

[vitellina]

[ and then she just covers her face with her palms. covers her skull with her palms, whatever ]

See, totally crazy. So tell me how to get home, thanks.

[stakesthesame]

..............................

[ picks her up and tosses her onto a couch ]

FIRST of all don't yell at me, I'm like three feet taller than you.

Second, there is no second, I'll toss you further next time. I dunno how to get home either so I can't help you.

[vitellina]

[ WH WHY THIS

oof ]

Like two and a half feet at most, and I wasn't yelling at you, but now I am!

[stakesthesame]

You weren't talking to anyone but me!

[vitellina]

[ taps her skull with a fist ]

[stakesthesame]

What about it.

[vitellina]

Crazy, remember? Brain problems. Bees.