Audience: Asch

[gatonina]

Comments

[gatonina]

It's been so long I can't even really remember.

[getdrekt]

What? What do you mean, you don't remember.

What have you been doing here, now, until we arrived?

[gatonina]

Uh. Living? Before you arrived we didn't have to worry about interdimensional mishaps.

[getdrekt]

...Living your lives endlessly in a camp built for around forty people?

Why not go elsewhere? Or is this the only place in your entire world?

[gatonina]

We haven't had a need to go anywhere else. It just never came up.

[getdrekt]

And? What did you do in the meantime? Your "living"?

[gatonina]

Are you asking if we had another job before you all arrived? [they seem amused.]

[getdrekt]

I'm asking what you did until now!

[he punctuates his sentence with a fist on the desk, because buddy, give him a straight answer!!!]

[gatonina]

Does it really matter that much?

[getdrekt]

You've a world full of more than forty stranded people who have just endured a fight for their lives, and you're asking me if excluding information matters or not?

Why not just dispel the mystery? Be clear with everyone? No one would worry if they knew who you are, or what your story is!

[gatonina]

Do you go around telling everyone your story just because they demand it of you? We have told you everything that's important to know. You were unfortunately interrupted by a portal mishap on your way home, we brought you here to ensure you weren't lost between threads in the multiverse, your scrunchies are to keep you safe from anything that may be lingering on you, and we do not want you to kill anyone. What else could you possibly need to know right now? Our intentions are completely clear.

[getdrekt]

[

asch. actually closes his eyes, and runs a hand down his face.]

And? If the scrunchies don't work?

What's your plan then?

[gatonina]

The plan is don't murder each other. How hard of a plan is that to follow? So long as everyone follows that, we can work on the rest.

[getdrekt]

Ridiculous.

[this sucks.

this guy sucks.

maybe all the npcs suck. he doesn't know. they're marginally less hateful than the maids? but just as bad.]

I want a bottle of white grain liquor.

[gatonina]

[there's a pause and then they move to wave their cape in front of them, hand dipping inside before pulling out a small bottle. give them a moment to examine it and tap their nail against the side before offering it to asch.]

Anything else?

[getdrekt]

[hmm??

whatever.]

Clean cotton cloth, and matches.

[gatonina]

For what purpose?

[getdrekt]

First aid.

[he gives purple heart an odd look. did you think he was going to blow something up?? he's not LIO for chrissake]

[gatonina]

Cloth I can provide, but there's plenty of fire available to you.

[getdrekt]

Fine.

[...]

I didn't get any shoes in my box, and there's none in the shop. It's hard to track killers in sandals. If you have any, I'll gladly take them.

[and, after a pause,]

Preferably black, and not some nonsense color.

[gatonina]

[...though there are no words, they seem baffled for a moment.]

Why didn't you receive other shoes? The sandals fit, do they not?

[getdrekt]

I don't know. [it's because it was a bathing suit.]

Forget it.

[gatonina]

Have you tried the sandals from the communal bathroom?

[getdrekt]

I have sandals! I'm looking for-- something else! Anything!

[gatonina]

You'll have to live with the sandals for now. My apologies.