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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.

[nihilmancy]

[This smol girl is examining ever nook and cranny of the car, eyes darting nervously to and fro. She takes a single egg out of the refrigerator and sniffs it. Could be poisoned.]

Where are we?

[stakesthesame]

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

[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!

[nihilmancy]

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

I don't know. You?

[vitellina]

[ a girl wearing a goat skull in autumn leaf patterned pjs just sort of goes around kicking at everything in the car. ]

Trash, trash, please send me home, garbage --

[stakesthesame]

I'm--

...

I dunno.

[stakesthesame]

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

[nihilmancy]

[Okay, no, this isn't going to work, we need furniture.]

Hello, pardon me. I must ask that you refrain from this variety of horseplay, as we do not know how long we might need to stay here, and it behooves us to have our supplies in the best condition possible.

[vitellina]

[ just

stares at her

and stares

and stares

and then, completely monotone: ]

The dead don't move. Why do you?

[nihilmancy]

You don't remember anything either?

[vitellina]

I don't know about you, but I don't really plan on staying here!

[nihilmancy]

Let me ask you: do you remember anything?

[vitellina]

No, but I've (probably) never let that stop me before!

[nihilmancy]

Mm. Farewell, then.

[vitellina]

Wait, wait. Do you remember anything?

[stakesthesame]

Excuse me? Do I look dead to you?

[stakesthesame]

Not a dang thing.

Great. Amnesia party.

[nihilmancy]

I do not.

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!

[nihilmancy]

Could this occasion truly be considered festive?

[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.