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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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Well, yeah.

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

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

Guess we won't know for sure until later.

Until then we should prolly try to think of something to call each other, right? I ain't wandering around yelling "HEY YOU" for however long it takes to remember stuff.

Hm. Such as "Tall," or "Bitewound?"

Bitewound???

No. Geez. Like real names. Where'd you even get that from?

[She points to her own neck.]

The marks on your neck.

The what.

[ touching her neck...

What the fuck ]

... what's this... it's not even bleeding or anything.

Perhaps it is a sort of scar?

That's super weird.

Anyway Bitewound isn't a name, geez.

Fangs, then? You have sharp teeth.

Now it just sounds like dog names, come on.

What about you? You're all ready to go and everything.

[ pauses]

Prim?

[Not sure if that's a compliment or insult.]

Hm, that could do. I wouldn't really call myself proper, though.

Maybe we could think of a theme or something. That's be easier to pick from...

What about Jaguar or Panther for you? You have that sort of charismatic, powerful edge.

...

Let's all be kitties.

[Don't let it show that you think this is cute. Don't!]

...Okay.

Yesssss okay yes I wanna be Panther.

Maybe you can be... how's Tabby? Or maybe Puma...

[For some reason, she feels like Puma is the more fitting name, but-]

Tabby.

Super cute!

[Shuffles awkwardly, getting flustered.]

M-My tattoo patterns, er-

[She holds out her arms, but there isn't really much light, so it's hard to see the swirling blue ink.]