PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

[Well, she's not going to ask about it if he doesn't want to bring it up.]

Nonagesimus.

[headmt]

[It's probably fine. Also Beau pretty much yelled it on the mingle, so, it isn't exactly a secret.]

Does Nonagon mean anything to you?

[There's something on his face that seems like he very much hopes it doesn't.]

[bonetiddies]

Nonagon? It means nine-sided. It sounds like a Ninth House name to me, but I don't know anyone who uses it.

Why?

[headmt]

Oh, that's what it means?

[Said pretty casually, like. Cool Facts. Okay. Anyway, he seems to relax a bit when she doesn't know it.]

Just a dead bastard. Doesn't really matter, it only sounded similar.

[bonetiddies]

[Hmm.]

. . . Yes. The name Nonagesimus merely marks me as a member of the Ninth House. No relationship to your Nonagon, I imagine, besides the root of the word.

[headmt]

Words have-- No, nevermind. Probably nothing to worry about, then!

[Digging through the gift box now, tossing out . . . the frozen steak and titty squeezy before coming across a deck of cards.]

Hm. No swords? No swords. Great.

[bonetiddies]

Were you expecting swords?

[headmt]

Seems as if they'd be useful to have, no?

[Just in case.]

Then again, it isn't as if magic seems to be working. I considered Charming someone earlier, but it doesn't really have any effect. Fortunately, you were plenty charming on your own.

[bonetiddies]

[Making a face at him. Gross.]

No, it isn't. That was covered in the welcome message. I do have a sword with me, but you don't want it. It's very cursed.

[headmt]

[ Smiling at her, very charmed!!! ]

Cursed how, exactly?

[bonetiddies]

It's cursed. It's a repulsive sword.

[She scowls a little just thinking about that nasty sword.]

You want nothing to do with it, trust me. Just thinking about it makes me feel ill.

[headmt]

[Hm! Ominous! Holding his hands up a little defensively.]

Alright. I'll take you at your word for it! Maybe don't bring it the next time you visit someplace. Or sell it to the nearest enchanter's shop who doesn't ask too many questions . . . ?

[bonetiddies]

No!

[Defensively, because she loves her terrible cursed sword. And then backtracking, a little embarrassed.]

It doesn't matter. Did you want me to read you the Welcome Message, or not?

[headmt]

Ah! Okay!

[WHY SO DEFENSIVE. Anyway. Enjoy your terrible cursed sword. Molly is immediately yeeting himself onto the couch, legs crossed and tail thwapping on the cushions like a very excited animal.]

I am extremely ready. Remember! Voices. Really sell it to me.

[bonetiddies]

[She. She doesn't really sell it to him. But she does try. She does an awkward, slightly higher pitched voice for Lust, a slower voice for Sloth, a more confident voice for Greed, a somewhat more posh voice for pride, and - here she starts running out of voice ideas? So Envy is just her normal voice, and Despair her voice but softer. They all sound. Very the same, and she definitely doesn't sound confident at all in doing them. But that kind of makes it more funny?

. . . If he laughs even once, she stops to glare at him.]

[headmt]

[He does not laugh! He listens, rapt attention, leaning forward on his hands like someone watching a very intriguing show and then when she has finished he politely claps enthusiastically!!!!]

That! Was! Excellent! Amazing! Stupendous! If you're ever in need of a second career, I'm certain we could find you a place with the carnival. I could watch hours of that.

[bonetiddies]

[Making the worst, sourest face at him.]

It was not. Don't patronize me. Did you at least listen to the information?

[headmt]

Just, incredibly charming. My gods.

[Sorry, this is not helping your case that you're adorable Harrow.]

Mmhmm. Got it, got it. Indulging, ghosts, something about fathers, magic is temporarily banished, do not die, clean up after yourselves.

[bonetiddies]

[She looks startled at what he just said.]

There was something about fathers? You heard me read that to you?

[headmt]

A . . . daddy.

[He doesn't get that it's like. A horny version of dad. But still.]

[bonetiddies]

Oh.

[Making a face.]

That means. . . something different.

[headmt]

[Squints.

INSIGHT CHECK.]

I see.

[bonetiddies]

[Your insight check shows that she obviously was wigged out by the idea she read something to him without realizing it, and is relieved that's not what happened!]

[headmt]

[Well that's fine then. Just letting it go, since it seems she's a bit wigged by it.]

. . . You know, all the comments about dying do make me strongly think that dying is going to be a large problem here.

[bonetiddies]

Yes. It's fairly alarming how they go straight to dispensing justice. Many of us have been discussing it. That's why I thought it better that you also receive the warning.