audience: boothill

[mygod]

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week 0, tuesday

[mygod]

[ Help.

Well, a little bit after that's sent, Pestilence is going to wander over to where Boothill is. They are holding onto the drawing he sent and is staring at it. ]

Is this Cloud and Pickles?

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[shirtbag]

[ boothill notices pesto right away! he finishes cleaning a bucket with the white robe they gave him when he first came. it's his dishrag now :) ]

Sure is. [ do you like it 🥺 ] Y'all're fast. Purple friend a'yours said y'all lived nearby. They weren't foolin'.

[mygod]

[ It's beautiful...... ]

That's great customer service for ya! Always here to help.

[ They salute. ]

[shirtbag]

[ he laughs, shakes his head, and pushes himself to his feet. ]

Anyway, told Dog-Cloud I was gonna ask ya' 'bout what was goin' on with 'em, see if anythin' could be done to get them fixed up right. He 'n Pickles switched bodies. You know 'bout this?

[mygod]

Mmhm. It's... temporary, at least! Consider it a harmless prank that's being played on them.

[ The way Dog-Cloud can mean either Pickles or Cloud. ]

[shirtbag]

[ :) ]

There we go. For how long?

[mygod]

That I can't divulge, but it shouldn't be longer than a few days at most.

But, ah, just be prepared for more shenanigans.

[shirtbag]

A few days? ...Guess it could be worse.

[ his eyes narrow. ]

What d'you mean, "more shenanigans?" Y'mean more a'these pranks? How d'you know a thing like that?

[mygod]

Hmm. Just a feeling. But even besides the whole magical side of it, you all have been doing a lot of them. I hear someone's been throwing leeches into buildings?

[ Everyone stop doing that. ]

[shirtbag]

Throwin'? S'at the whole forkin' leech blanket situation?

[mygod]

Yeah! Every time I look over, it's someone screaming about leeches in their house! You guys are way more attached to those things than I would have thought.

[ Attached is a strong word. ]

[shirtbag]

[ help me ]

Don't you lump us barngoers in with them ash-voles!

[ they are a fraternity now... ]

Ain't none of us involved in that fudgin' mess. If we got one'a those blakets, the little forker who done it wouldn't get past me, I'll tell ya that much.

[mygod]

[ Boothill is so ready for a fight at all times. It's so funny. ]

Don't try to shoot them!

[ Mom nagging voice. ]

[shirtbag]

Hold yer fudgin' horses! Who said I was gonna shoot 'em?

[mygod]

You just seem very trigger happy...

[ Pestilence is a little biased about this opinion. ]

[shirtbag]

[ pesto is so right for this ]

I wouldn't shoot for a thing like that. Nah, I'd just tuck 'em right in for a nap with that leech blanket a'theirs, see how they like it. Fair compromise, I'd say.

[mygod]

Ah, vengeance...

[ It is a fair compromise. ]

And it's definitely no one from the barn?

[shirtbag]

Shouldn't be.

[ lowers his chin ]

'Less there's somethin' you know that I don't.

[mygod]

Hehe, I wouldn't divulge another's secret, if I did know! No one would tell me anything if I yapped.

[ They are a yapper but they won't be a snitch. ]

[shirtbag]

It's Mister Stellaron, ain't it? Caelus.

[mygod]

My lips are sealed!

[ They cover their mouth with their hand. ]

[shirtbag]

Tsk. Well, s'long as the effects a'that prank ain't permanent. S'all I really wanted to ask. But since you're here...

[ he furrows his brows. ]

You allowed to give anymore info 'bout those rewards? The ones that come from pairin' up with someone else.

[mygod]

Mmhm! What kinds of questions do you have about it?

[ Shoot. Metaphorically shoot. ]

[shirtbag]

[ metaphorically.... ): ]

Exactly what kinda perks are those? They got to do with this monster stuff, right?

[mygod]

Yup! You can get some kind of wish. There's limitations-- so like, just wishing to go home wouldn't work, because the magic that's keeping you here is stronger.