[ when the bell rings, the shadows coalesce right by sheila! out comes aquila - they've got the starlight spr*te, which they regard for a moment before setting it on the counter. i forgot to mention they have a cute little pin on their collar. ]
Aquila! You know, no matter how many times I see you guys do the big shadowy thing, it never stops being kind of cool. I wish I could make a dramatic entrance like that.
[She glances at Starlight Spr*te on the counter.]
Anyhow, you can help me by telling me all about your favorite stocking stuffers.
I'm a big fan of a dramatic entrance. Maybe I can teach you sometime. [ and make a flourish with their hands! ] Not the shadows part, that is, but the dramatic entrance part.
[ and to the question.. they tap the starlight spr*te with a single gloved fingertip. ] Not stuff like this. Not a big fan of sweets.
I like trinkets. Pretty things. Experiences are good, too. You can always leave me a note and we can go do stuff - nice to stretch my legs doing customer relations.
Maybe you could. Maybe that could be your next experience— sharing your dramatic entrance expertise with your newest favorite blackmail victim.
[Laying it on a bit thick there, she pats her chest at the end.]
Are you allowed to leave the hotel normally? [Like, not for murder.] I haven't tried taking any of you through the revolving doors, or those creepy haunted doors down the hallway.
[ they sound pleased! and when they walk into the anime store they... blink, a little. like, you can't see their face, but the motion is there, as they shake their head rapidly, adjusting to the light. ]
[But then they're in the anime store, and Sheila is staring at the merchandize with the vaguely disturbed look of a suburban white mom. She glances around the store, until her eyes land on... well. Someone's waifu. Do not click on this at work.]
[ why did you make me look at this. aquila cannot seem to help their curiosity, looking through the anime store as one would look at a freak show, and when they see the figure they - start laughing, a very badly muffled snort. ]
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week 1, wednesday
Mrs. Hammond! How can I help you?
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[She glances at Starlight Spr*te on the counter.]
Anyhow, you can help me by telling me all about your favorite stocking stuffers.
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I'm a big fan of a dramatic entrance. Maybe I can teach you sometime. [ and make a flourish with their hands! ] Not the shadows part, that is, but the dramatic entrance part.
[ and to the question.. they tap the starlight spr*te with a single gloved fingertip. ] Not stuff like this. Not a big fan of sweets.
I like trinkets. Pretty things. Experiences are good, too. You can always leave me a note and we can go do stuff - nice to stretch my legs doing customer relations.
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[Laying it on a bit thick there, she pats her chest at the end.]
Are you allowed to leave the hotel normally? [Like, not for murder.] I haven't tried taking any of you through the revolving doors, or those creepy haunted doors down the hallway.
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as for the question though: ] I can do either, sure. It’s still hotel property. The excursion is part of the package.
[ they offer her their arm! Playing it up. ] Shall we?
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The answer is "yes."
[She's not serious, anyway. But when they offer their arm, she laughs and links her arm with theirs.]
We shall.
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Yes, yes you are!
[ and will lead sheila off to... wherever she wants to go!! where do you want to go explore sheila ]
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[(throws dart) they are heading to the prism and landing in the anime store you're welcome]
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[ they sound pleased! and when they walk into the anime store they... blink, a little. like, you can't see their face, but the motion is there, as they shake their head rapidly, adjusting to the light. ]
What the hell? [ helpful ]
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[But then they're in the anime store, and Sheila is staring at the merchandize with the vaguely disturbed look of a suburban white mom. She glances around the store, until her eyes land on... well. Someone's waifu. Do not click on this at work.]
Well that seems... anatomically improbable.
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She's got no ribcage!
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She's got no internal organs, either! What the fuck, how does that work?
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[ they sound somewhere between vaguely awed and horrified and a little gremlin delighted. ]