My group wound up in some freaky flying fortress with a shitton of monsters and killer robots. It wasn't a good time. [She gestures at the notebook, patting the cover.] We found the journal in a chest toward the end. Then we had to fight one last monster and some little fucker bit me.
I just wish I could have done more to protect the kids. [Especially since one of them died the next day? Help.] But at least, no one was trying to get me to eat someone's daughter this time. So all things considered, it could have been weirder.
Sorry, sweetheart. But everything loops back to vore when your last rodeo was organized by a cannibal-curious furby on a power trip. Also, I am undead...?
[Vore is just something that happens.]
... Anyhow, remind me to get more people to talk to you guys. But, back to the journal you somehow misplaced in a flying death trap?
Do me a favor and never call me that again. [just an aside.] But I suppose that's fair. I try not to think of your station and the cannibal furby if I can help it. And anyway, isn't most of your food, like...already premade?
[like. they're already dead, sheila. is it vore if the people are dead?]
It's fine if they don't. I'll talk to people as they come, but there's only so much we can do if they don't. It's a trade-off. [but they tilt their head and reach for the journal, thumbing through it.]
Like I said. Weird place for that to land. But thanks for returning it.
[She snorts but, sure. No calling them sweetheart.]
It's premade here. But this is the exception, not the rule.
[Usually, she does have to vore? Having dinner delivered to her is a delight, though.]
You're welcome. I'm happy to return it. But, hang on, also, I have like a thousand questions? [The journal is probably water damaged on the inside, too, but legible.] Aquarius, is this seriously your fifth time?
Right, right. Beggars can't be choosers and all that.
[they stop reading it and tuck it away though.]
Anyway...yeah. Kinda unfortunate, but hey. I've heard people like someone experienced for their first time. [the joke is that this is nobody's first time.] Guess my resume looked pretty good.
No idea! Not the first time I've lost stuff around here though. Sometimes it's my wallet. Sometimes it's my gloves. Sometimes it's my mind. All very easy to misplace. [...] I don't know how it ended up in a chest in somewhere completely unrelated though.
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[Executions... are bad. Anyway, she's just. Frowning at them like she did at trial.]
Anyway... as much as I love small talk, I think I might have something that belongs to you?
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...okay? Like what?
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[She sets a thin black notebook down next to the brownies! It's, uh, probably a little warped since the CYOA group fell into the pool with it.]
Or I'm pretty sure it's your journal, anyway. Which, if it is, I'm sorry we dropped it in the pool and then read it?
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...wait, wait, hold on. So you dropped it in the pool, and then purposefully dried it to read it?
[they don't really sound mad, at least.]
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Okay. Where exactly did you even go? What happened?
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My group wound up in some freaky flying fortress with a shitton of monsters and killer robots. It wasn't a good time. [She gestures at the notebook, patting the cover.] We found the journal in a chest toward the end. Then we had to fight one last monster and some little fucker bit me.
So, that was my Thursday.
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So it was a walk in the park. Easy. [no.] Man...these trips really are getting weirder and weirder.
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[Hm. She shrugs, frowning.]
I just wish I could have done more to protect the kids. [Especially since one of them died the next day? Help.] But at least, no one was trying to get me to eat someone's daughter this time. So all things considered, it could have been weirder.
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[but...woof.]
...you probably did the best you could. I've heard they're pretty brutal. Also why does it always come back to vore? I didn't want to hear that. What?
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[Vore is just something that happens.]
... Anyhow, remind me to get more people to talk to you guys. But, back to the journal you somehow misplaced in a flying death trap?
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[like. they're already dead, sheila. is it vore if the people are dead?]
It's fine if they don't. I'll talk to people as they come, but there's only so much we can do if they don't. It's a trade-off. [but they tilt their head and reach for the journal, thumbing through it.]
Like I said. Weird place for that to land. But thanks for returning it.
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It's premade here. But this is the exception, not the rule.
[Usually, she does have to vore? Having dinner delivered to her is a delight, though.]
You're welcome. I'm happy to return it. But, hang on, also, I have like a thousand questions? [The journal is probably water damaged on the inside, too, but legible.] Aquarius, is this seriously your fifth time?
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[they stop reading it and tuck it away though.]
Anyway...yeah. Kinda unfortunate, but hey. I've heard people like someone experienced for their first time. [the joke is that this is nobody's first time.] Guess my resume looked pretty good.
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The honeymoon was always going to have to wait anyway. My fiance's kind of a workaholic himself. Have you been telling all of us to unionize lately?
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How'd you lose your journal, anyway?
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