[Wow. He'd decided to risk it all and try attending one of these silly classes, but it turns out ... coloring is just as silly as it sounds. Leaning over to Bradley.]
Does this feel condescending to you? I mean, being a learned wizard and all.
Suppose it's like any theatre. Sometimes it's got drama and fake blood and is entertaining, and sometimes you have to make your own entertainment, possibly with something from the nearby vegetable stand.
[Bradley can be found at the cafeteria a little while after the events of the... botched(?) execution. As usual his rifle is with him. Many things happened, in a lot of different ways, and honestly he's not entirely sure how to feel about it.
Other than: This entire system sucks and he wants to tear it down.
Still, he's staring at the cafeteria food like it's a personal affront to him.]
[ Suppose there's always slightly bad baked goods. Those might not be traumatizing.]
Erm, Caleb. Just a little. So, word of mouth. Don't know the details or anything. Don't have to share either, if you don't want to - I know some of that shit got personal. At least on the other one.
Stepped into Fall dorm, or thought I did. Ended up teleported into some sorta neighborhood. Same happened fer the other three.
Got a key for one of the houses. Once we went in, the whole place was tryin' to convince us we were a family, 'nd we'd always lived there. The house was fucked up. The garage was full of rottin’ meat.
Explored the house some before whatever brought us over forced us t' sleep. Day two had us under its spell. Thought we were some kinda family unit, like it was all normal.
Day three we came back t' ourselves. Had some kinda rottin' meat monster come outta the walls, 'nd we fought it off some before we had t' run for it. The fuckin' monster exploded on us. Acid, guts, blood. That's what we ended up bein' covered in.
[Is it smart to approach a guy who looks mad and has a gun? Maybe the plush balances it out. Watching both Bradley and the monitor for a moment before he sits down heavily nearby. After a moment, he offers out a little package of homemade chocolates?]
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W0 - MONDAY
Does this feel condescending to you? I mean, being a learned wizard and all.
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[He's 600, this feels ridiculous.]
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I am judgin' whoever labeled that course as "Great".
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Real dedication for the stage under a hail of produce.
Week 1: Sunday
Other than: This entire system sucks and he wants to tear it down.
Still, he's staring at the cafeteria food like it's a personal affront to him.]
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Lost your appetite?
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Now that I understand.
[...]
Heard it was something like that on your little adventure, right?
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[And then he looks at the vegetables laid out and opts to just. Not deal with food right now.
That's a problem for later Bradley.]
Who'd ya hear it from?
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Erm, Caleb. Just a little. So, word of mouth. Don't know the details or anything. Don't have to share either, if you don't want to - I know some of that shit got personal. At least on the other one.
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[A slight shrug of his shoulder.]
Not a fan of memories gettin' fucked with.
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[Getting their memories fucked with.]
Broad strokes, sure, if you don't mind them.
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[Moving on quickly from that.]
Stepped into Fall dorm, or thought I did. Ended up teleported into some sorta neighborhood. Same happened fer the other three.
Got a key for one of the houses. Once we went in, the whole place was tryin' to convince us we were a family, 'nd we'd always lived there. The house was fucked up. The garage was full of rottin’ meat.
Explored the house some before whatever brought us over forced us t' sleep. Day two had us under its spell. Thought we were some kinda family unit, like it was all normal.
Day three we came back t' ourselves. Had some kinda rottin' meat monster come outta the walls, 'nd we fought it off some before we had t' run for it. The fuckin' monster exploded on us. Acid, guts, blood. That's what we ended up bein' covered in.
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Well ... fuck.
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Week 4: Friday
The overwhelming feelings after the announcement are protectiveness and anger. His expression matches it as he watches Mandi storm off.]
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When he takes a seat he... does not do anything to muffle his stress even a little bit.]
You fine?