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[howlsitgoin]

Who: Hazel
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Hazel carriage

[Well this doesn't look great. But hey, if we all succumb to nature our carriage is already in style!

So how are we handling all this?]

Comments

[corny]

[ that depends... ] Why am I dressed like a white boy from Williamsburg? [ first things first. ]

[agoodnoe]

[ Wandering out of his room, head perking up when he hears another voice. ]

[ And then actually looking the man over as he processes the words he just said. ]

Did you not pick those clothes yourself?

[corny]

Hell no.

[ he looks at noe like he's totally nuts. there's no way he'd pick these and he tugs at them with a little frown - before noticing he's wearing the same thing. this just went from bad to worse, cool cool. ]

You're gonna tell me you did?

[agoodnoe]

[ He follows his gaze down to his own clothes and- oh! Matching! ]

[ ... How curious! ]

I do not recall.

[corny]

Even better.

[ he does not look impressed. ]

So this is either prison, or whoever took us has a really specific aesthetic.

[ again, he's saying: hipsters. ]

[agoodnoe]

Why would we be in prison?

[ Glancing at the interior decor... this is a very floral prison. ]

[howlsitgoin]

A what? From where?

[He supposes the flannel pyjamas are kind of stupid but the rest of it is lost on him.]

[corny]

Hipsters, man. I'm talking about hipsters.

[ which this guy is definitely... one of. so ok nevermind. ]

[howlsitgoin]

I have no idea what that is.

[Alas, for a wolf-eared guy from a fantasy world, "hipster" just wounds like gibberish.]