AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

[guestservices]

mostly void, partially stars.

❤

Comments

[evocationary]

[I GAVE YOU SOUP WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT]

You have to suffer my company yet again. Come walk with me. I want to do something.

[guestservices]

[no tip? /THROWS AUDIENCE]

Oh, whatever shall I do. [dryly.] Where would you like to walk?

[evocationary]

The courtyard, first. It's nice out there.

[guestservices]

[there's a nod.]

The courtyard it is, then. Shall we?

[they will follow when she leads.]

[evocationary]

Mmmmhm.

[and she'll lead them out! walk and talk.]

How much did you know about the execution today?

[guestservices]

[walk and talk, walk and talk.]

We knew that it would likely occur, but not who would be the star of the show or what the production would entail. We're staff, not producers.

[evocationary]

Sounds about right. Can I ask you anything about the shadows, or is that a no-go?

[guestservices]

Depends on what it is you wish to ask.

[evocationary]

I'm hearing that Sieghart was forced to kill by the shadowy horrorterrors. That true?

[guestservices]

I guess it's an entirely possible scenario. What do you think of it?

[evocationary]

I don't think he's lying. He doesn't really have reason to, and he's not like HK-47. He doesn't seem like the kind of person to fuck around like that.

And it'd track. If the shadow stuff possessed him, had themselves a little show, and then - bowed to us at the end, like it was a grand performance, it just, uh. It follows.

Mind you, I'm throwing spaghetti at the wall. Don't make fun of me.

[guestservices]

Assume that something like this is true. What do you suppose happens next?

[evocationary]

[a pause.]

Then we just... keep going with people killing each other until we figure out how to get out from under it, or until it's had enough. Which is going to be never, I imagine. The UWU was always hungry. This hotel is going to be the same way.

[guestservices]

[they don't really have an answer for her, so they remain silent for the moment.]

[evocationary]

[she sighs, and shakes her hands out.]

I feel like any decision I make is going to land me in the wrong direction.

[guestservices]

Somehow I doubt that, if only because you don't seem like one to make a decision lightly.

[evocationary]

No, I agonize over the choices and then make the wrong one anyway.

[guestservices]

What do you even consider the wrong choice?

[evocationary]

Feeding people to a big furby monster is probably the wrong choice. Like, morally.

[guestservices]

But you went back on it and fixed it, correct?

[evocationary]

I didn't. Our sinners fixed it for us.

[this infinite guilt thing is getting old lup]

[guestservices]

And yet you're the one who decided it was morally wrong and gave them an avenue in which they could actively try to fix it. If I understand this correctly. Unless I'm misremembering and you purposefully sought out people to eliminate other players yourself?

[evocationary]

[she just

makes a fart noise at them with her mouth.]

[guestservices]

[they stare at her.

and they make one back.]

[evocationary]

[that STARTLES her. she's not expecting it, which is why the laughter that comes out of her mouth is more like a yelp than a laugh.]