PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

[She doesn't make friends! It's fine. Who wants friends. Just watching him, still insanely awkward.]

Correct. But I suspect collaboration will be necessary to complete this challenge. There's no reason we can't cooperate.

[headmt]

Nothing wrong with a few collaborators!

[Finally finding the closet and ripping it open-]

Ah! Excellent. I was worried about this.

[Pulling out a truly extravagent coat - mostly red, but covered in shiny jewels and beads in intricate patterns and symbols. Someone has clearly taken a lot of time to make this thing.]

I was hoping it wasn't all the bones thing. Which, I do like as a look for you, but it isn't exactly me.

[bonetiddies]

No, they've taken care to allow us our preferred clothes.

[She doesn't compliment the coat. Rude. Unforgivable.]

Aside from arrival.

[headmt]

[It is rude but it's fine, he'll just go milk compliments from everyone else. Pulling out the rest of his clothes and uh, the white shirt is. Soaked in blood. That's probably fine, right?]

Dammit. Really?

[bonetiddies]

Ah -

[Frowning a little about the blood everywhere. That seems bad.]

There's laundry, down the hall.

[headmt]

[Probably! But there's nothing that seems to match it on his body. So everything is okay, most likely. Just putting it on, who cares.]

Later, later, it doesn't matter that much. I'll find another.

[Sitting down so he can yank some truly obnoxious thigh-high boots on. And they're like real fantasy ones with no zippers too. Awful.]

. . . You said your surname was Nonagen-- Nona something?

[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?