SHEILA

[aubins]

this is santa clarita diet, right?

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week 0, thursday morning!

[aubins]

how's the head doing after yesterday?

[toesies]

[no because sheila would push hannibal off a cliff immediately]

The head?

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[ she's valid and i support her and so would will graham ]

do spontaneous episodes of boat based drunkeness come with hangovers?

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God, I hope not. Why? Are you feeling hungover?

[aubins]

i feel tired, and sore. maybe not hungover, but i guess getting trodden on, and then wrestling a giant cat strains the body.

week 0, friday post body

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[ kyuu said anywhere, so i'm saying the bar.

when sheila appears, yuri will be sat at the bar with a bottle of something in front of him. wordlessly, he just looks at her and holds out the bottle.

drink? ]

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[So kind of him! Too bad Sheila is squinting horribly, and reaches out for the bottle with very careful motions, like she can't quite see.]

Why are you sitting here in the dark?

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[ what is happening with everyone today. ]

... I'm not sitting in the dark, Sheila.

Did something happen to your eyes?

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What? No! Can't you see the lights are completely jacked?

[She gestures at the neon lights! Which look absolutely normal to Yuri.]

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[ he's just going to put that bottle of wine in her hands, against all instincts telling him not to. ]

I promise you, they're fine.

... Where were you last night? Did you stay in your room?

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[She won't drop the bottle! Miraculously.]

And I promise you, they're not. [Looooong exhale.] No, I got stuck here. The lights went crazy last night, and now they're broken. How can you seriously not see this?

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[ proud of you sheila ]

Then we're definitely seeing different things. [ huh. ] You don't think what you're seeing might have something to do with being out here? People are walking around with weird ... things happening to them.

[ have you seen the cherry blossoms? oh right. sight. ]

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Maybe...? It makes zero sense, though.

[aubins]

A lot of this place hasn't since I got here.

[ said with the tone of voice of someone adding more shit to the proverbial pile of irregularties happening here ]

[toesies]

Oh. That part. Yeah, that wasn't our finest moment.

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we didn't even get to keep the cat?

[ can text sound offended because he sounds fuckin' offended ]

[toesies]

I KNOW 🥺

[can text sound distraught because she is distraught]

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there were three of them too, it would've been perfect!

[ wait, hold on....


there. ]

😿

[toesies]

We could have ALL had cats...😿😭

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that would've been such a good prize for dealing with that boat and the drunkeness...

but no. screw us, i guess.

[toesies]

Should we ask our avatars for a cat? You know, as reparations.

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..... we can ask...

[ if text can convey pure doubt, this does. they can try. he has a feeling they won't succeed. ]

week 1, monday

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[ circus music intensifies. ]

[ welcome to the circus, milf and twink. yuri is already looking at some of the equipment here -- the flaming rings, and hula hoops to be specific. ]

This reminds me a little of travelling performers tents. But... more intense?

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[She may or may not be squinting at what's left of the clown costume, frowning.]

Intense, how?

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[ he just motions at the whole ass tent. ]

They don't usually come with all this where I'm from. [ ... ] Or the sorts of shows I'm thinking of don't.