audience: daan

[mygod]

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w0 monday

[mygod]

[ They arrive not long after the crow flies off, wherever Daan is. Their gait is a little unwieldy, helped along with a cane.

Without pleasantry: ]

I don't think you have to worry about the cult leads visiting. Not unless you all force their attention.

[recession]

[


Well, he clearly didn't expect Death to actually show up so soon. ]

...Back already? I was prepared for the reality of communing by bird mail... though, don't take it as me complaining.

[ He's doing his darnedest to try to cover up somewhat with a blanket, but it doesn't do all that much to hide the snaking black ink reading YOU'LL NEVER BELONG. ]

[mygod]

[Sorry, they are punctual.]

I would rather talk to you than try to repeatedly persuade these birds to nonviolence.

[They just flat-out point to the writing.]

It's visible, by the way.

week 0, tuesday

[mygod]

[ Daan...

Pestilence will go over to wherever he is, waving as they come into view. Hi. ]

We're hanging?

[recession]

[ What an opening line. ]

Sure. We can hang.

[ Hi. ]

Hope I wasn't pulling you away from anything important.

[mygod]

Nope! I'm usually always available, unless someone else nabbed me first.

[ In which case, they would not be. ]

Were you doing anything?

week 0, saturday

[mygod]

[ gives you saturday for execution's sake

in a little bit, war arrives, but damn daniel is spared the usual sneak attack of silence because their floating book snaps shut once they get there. it almost catches the crow which seems deeply offended by the gesture as it swoops at them and flees. ]

Go ahead.

[recession]

[ These crows!! Anyway Daan's got a sheathe of papers that've got various writings all over them, which he's shuffling in some manner of order. ]

Hello, War. Thanks for coming.

...The ritual you mentioned... did it seem to work?

[ First, before he gets into anything, glancing at the pyre. ]

[mygod]

[ these papers. why are they both here with books and papers, they're garbage. also why does this feel like an hr visit. ]

It is proceeding as planned, yes.

week 1, monday

[mygod]

[ well, a bit after he sends that, pestilence will go to wherever he is, following after the crow. ]

Checked in! Hi.

[recession]

Pestilence. Hello.

[ Are you getting along with your crow? ]

How are things holding up among you...?

[ Since you're down to 3 and all. ]

[mygod]

[ no they got pecked earlier. ]

Oh, alright. Just, you know, adjusting to change. Which we're all doing. There's cows here now.

week 1, saturday

[mygod]

[ famine will show up to meet daan, eating a cold trial sandwich. daan what happened to your handwriting ]

Oh? This is a surprise.

[ they're used to the others being called to see daan ]

[recession]

[ Wow... I just realised I never audienced Famine I thought I did. Well it's time now. Finally corners you instead of attacking you on public threads.

Anyway Daan looks like shit but not like, non-functioning level. He's just here with his stupid papers in a disorganised mini-stack, looking tiredly at Famine. ]

Is it?

[mygod]

[ it's okay famine actually preferred it this way because they like people who leave them alone

but help me daan your stacks. famine looks at it obviously ]

Mildly. What's on your mind?

week 2, tuesday

[mygod]

[ this note is the funniest thing. there is so little amusement for them, but this note is just the right amount of it.

they show up with the infamous crow and also the note. ]

They are mean.

[recession]

[ I'm gonna be real I have nothing to talk about but I want to be decent at audiences this time around.

Anyway the crow made off with his fucking note and he's just like OKAY when War arrives. ]

They really are temperamental, aren't they? You've never considered a different method?

[mygod]

[ you are doing your best, lowe. stop making daan suffer. ]

I have much better methods of sending messages, but this is what we had as options for the rest of you.

How are you faring this new week?

week 2, saturday

[mygod]

[ hi...

pestilence is going to where he is. in their hands is... a crutch! for the record, it is definitely not a GOOD crutch or anything because it is something hastily gotten between now and when the request came in. ]

Sorry. This was the best I could do in such short time.

[recession]

[ He's semi-sat up but giving off every aura of a person who should not be sat up. ]

Pestilence. No, thank you -- it was a rush request.

Knowing the usual pattern, I'll be expected to move somewhere... probably somewhere in that whole, Route 666 area -- and I can barely sit upright, let alone get over there.

[ And gods be damned if someone's just going to have to piggyback him all the way to execution and back. It's already depressing enough without that. ]

[mygod]

Most likely, yeah.

[ gazes in everyone being forced to shuffle over. ]

... she got you, right? When she was attacking.

week 6, monday

[unconsecuted]

[The way not only did a mess happen, but now Daan jumpscares the shit out of him afterward with a surprise deathly visit. He curses quietly in another language, jostling the only difference in himself: a black, wide-brimmed and shallow hat and a pair of round, vintage sunglasses.

He exhales while fixing them.]

I wish the hole would at least obtain some form of bell to ring first.

[recession]

[ What's he looking so fashionable for? ]

Oh? Is that what you're calling it.

[ How does he appear for Essek anyway, I read the thing but lay it to me anyway. ]

Did I interrupt you while you were doing something?

week 6, monday

[rhine]

[ desperately tries to do this starter while playing pico park

anyway hi daan. pesto is here. she waves. ]

Oh, good to see you again.

[recession]

[ I'm going to fucking lose it, anyway he's here. ]

It's been a little bit.

...

Hectic day over on that side today, wasn't it?