audience: astarion

[mygod]

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week 4, monday

[mygod]

[ help

she is just going to... go to where he is... uncertainly... ]

What's stuck...?

[haematocritical]

[ hello.


he's waving at her from a ferris wheel pod. ]

[mygod]

Aw heck.

[ ASTARION!!!!! she is just going to walk over to this damn ferris wheel and poke at the controls ]

[haematocritical]

[ he is just fwopped with his arms folded on the side of the compartment like >:( ]

Do these things do this often?

[mygod]

They should be safe [ probably idk ] but they're not the greatest built things.

[ she stares at the controls for a long moment before just fuckin

kicking it

and it starts moving again. ]

[haematocritical]

Should be??

[ welp the whole ferris wheel judders and groans and astarion falls out of his specific pod, crashing to the ground with a sickening crunch. astarion ancunin is dead






anyway, no he just clings to the side for dear afterlife as it starts moving again. lord. ]

[mygod]

[ helppp

she will just wander over to the loading deck, and when his pod reaches the ground, she will just hop in. hello. ]

This is nice.

[haematocritical]

[ :ben:

oh. hello. he was going to hop out but now they are here. ]

Until it gets stuck again and we’re both trapped in here.

[mygod]

Oh, what's the chance of that happening again?

[ high ]

Are you enjoying it so far?

[haematocritical]

Decidedly not zero?

[ yay ]

It’s… different.

[mygod]

Hmm, you wouldn't have things like this where you're from, right?

[ she has spoken to the others enough to have an Idea ]

[haematocritical]

Not quite like this, but … smaller, yes. I’ve come across a travelling circus in my time.

[mygod]

Karlach mentioned that to me on our friend date.

[ she peeks over the side. ]

Do you enjoy stuff like this?

[haematocritical]

[ friend date….. cute…. ]

Hard to say. The last encounter I had with a circus involved being turned into cheese and having to kill an imposter clown.

[mygod]

[ a long pause. ]

I have so many questions. C... cheese?

[haematocritical]

[ somehow brightly and tiredly at the same time: ]

Cheese!

[mygod]

[ slowly reaches over and pokes him, like confirming he is not cheese. ]

But why.

[haematocritical]

[ he melts like mozzarella. no. ]

I told a djinn running a cursed carnival game that he was a cheating bastard.

[mygod]

[ help. ]

And how were you uncheesed?

[haematocritical]

Polymorph’s only a spell. They all wear off after a while.

[mygod]

Whoa! So they turn you into cheese often?

[haematocritical]

No, that was a once in an unfortunate life time experience. Why cheese, I don’t know. Most people would choose something else.

[mygod]

Something less... cheesy?

[ hehehehoohoo ]

[haematocritical]

[ heeheehoohoo ]

Potentially. Usually something useless though.

[mygod]

Is that like a... wizard... thing?

[ she knows all about wizards. SOMEONE won't fuckin shut up about wizards. ]