[ hello, we are in the duty free shop, and that means if boothill happens to peek inside he will find jonas staring at some of the glass cases of alcohol. and then he will find jonas approaching the glass and kind of tapping on it as if trying to determine how easy it could be to break? you know. just wondering. asking for a friend. ]
Let me guess. Rewards for playing along? [ he's saying this to himself, but he turns around as if to leave and suddenly jumps upon noticing someone else is there. ] Jesus.
No luck, huh. [ he looks disappointed, but also vaguely annoyed. ] Knowing how these things go, I'm betting it's bulletproof glass, too. Might wanna save those for the next few weeks.
[ not that he wants to think about that... ]
But seriously? Dropping a bomb like that on us and leaving the good stuff locked up is kinda an extra kick in the dick.
[ ugggggh. his expression truly says "uggggh", too. ]
Yeah, figured it wouldn't hurt to take a look. I got used to always having it on hand or making it myself, but I haven't found anything except for what's here.
I studied the process a little when I first opened the bar, but... [ a bit of hesitance. ] Having powers also helped. I figured out how to make hard liquors and a couple of wines based on descriptions. Nothing that'll help here though, which kinda sucks.
[ boothill, hatless, is right up in his cell in the security room. he's kicked the bed in half and trashed whatever was on it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
[ oh he sees. he's looking all of this over for a moment and kind of assessing the situation, watching boothill closely. sir, your eye? ]
Would if I could, but I couldn't even let my own guys out back in Heaven. [ it is safer there is a barrier apparently. he doesn't expect this to work, but he's tilting his head curiously as he thinks of where to start. ]
he almost gives a bitter smirk. almost. he mostly just scoffs. ]
What the fork do you think? It's bein' cooped up in this forkin' nonsense place. Makin' things with my imagination, bein' told how great this place is by some nobodies, even when we're all goin' fudgin' AWOL. Essek shouldn't have gotten in my fudgin' way.
Hey, I didn't want to make assumptions, man. I'd rather ask and know than just decide how you feel. [ also he is so confused. ] What kind of things have you been making? What did Essek do that was stopping you?
[ he is SO scarlet (pretends i know more about this other than the questions i ask the mods) ]
I don't know. Residents said the place was powered by imagination or somethin'? And emotions are controlled by colors, maybe? They refract, and it changes you. You go haywire.
[ something glitches in him, suddenly. he blinks hard, his head twitching. ]
Essek... [ that anger is fading. he narrows his eyes at the floor instead of jonas. his fists are still tight at his sides. ] Essek shouldn't have been in my way. Frumpkin was in the basement, and I was pissed the fork off. I'd had it with this Prism place. I got things to do back home.
[ you're doing great but also wow hearing this icly actually sounds kind of insane. he's heard a little of chroma from roxana but not nearly enough to determine if this is normal right now. is this refracting? is boothill secretly just angry? much to consider.
but he's watching this progression continue. ]
Sounds like a lot to deal with when you don't know how to control your colors. [ or emotions. ] How did Frumpkin get to the basement? Actually, do you remember how you got here? To the Prism.
[ WELL I MADE BOOTS AMNESIAC AND WEIRD SO. he has not lived hundreds of lives before. he is so soup-brained.
in the first-aid room, he's wrapped in several places and has a big bandage over the side of his head. next to him is a large toolbox, its contents spread out on the bed and on a side table. a jug of blue fluid sits on the ground.
he holds his head and looks at jonas. ]
Follow ya? How in the hell...? I didn't even see ya till we stepped outside!
[ hei: play however you wish us: makes it weird. jonas has a mix of things happening and memories floating around including other lives so his brain is also soupy. however. ]
That's what I mean, man. How did you get into the room? [ boothill doesn't know either jonas. ]
[ my god. tuesday. why hasn't the game exploded yet
anyway. boothill here. he's standing at this meadow deadass in the middle of the terminal, hands on his hips. there's a stalk of wheat at the edge of his lips. ]
How in tarnation did this happen? The other side was the same dang way!
[ HELP. sometimes you are a simple creature and know of one lion... said lion blinks up at boothill with his big baby eyes like 🥺 ]
A few of my participants found their way to the coliseum in the Italy car on Polar Express, and for some reason they killed one of the lions. So I reincarnated him as a baby except he showed up at my place instead of back at the coliseum with the other lions, so... I kept him. I've asked a few times if he wants to go home and he likes visiting but he doesn't want to stay there permanently.
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wknd 0, saturday
Let me guess. Rewards for playing along? [ he's saying this to himself, but he turns around as if to leave and suddenly jumps upon noticing someone else is there. ] Jesus.
[ hello. ]
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boothill is, of course, right next to him. because he also wants the alcohol. he's glaring right at it. ]
Wouldn't even try crackin' through that if I were you. Tried a few times myself. Might be a different story if I had more bullets, though.
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No luck, huh. [ he looks disappointed, but also vaguely annoyed. ] Knowing how these things go, I'm betting it's bulletproof glass, too. Might wanna save those for the next few weeks.
[ not that he wants to think about that... ]
But seriously? Dropping a bomb like that on us and leaving the good stuff locked up is kinda an extra kick in the dick.
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[ he knocks on the glass for good measure. it doesn't even budge. he frowns. ]
I've been goin' around checkin' other places out to see if they've got a stash. You been lookin'?
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Yeah, figured it wouldn't hurt to take a look. I got used to always having it on hand or making it myself, but I haven't found anything except for what's here.
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Among other things, yeah. Makes my job way easier though. Lately I've been practicing recreating tastes based on description alone.
[ sometimes a god from liyue wants you to stock osmanthus wine and you say "okay." ]
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also cute... making grandpa's favorite drink. ]
Holy forkeroni. Say I bust open the duty-free. You ain't able to make any of that here, are ya?
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w0 saturday
... if you'd rather be alone, I get it. But wanted to check on you anyway.
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
Let me outta here.
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Would if I could, but I couldn't even let my own guys out back in Heaven. [ it is safer there is a barrier apparently. he doesn't expect this to work, but he's tilting his head curiously as he thinks of where to start. ]
What's making you angriest right now?
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he almost gives a bitter smirk. almost. he mostly just scoffs. ]
What the fork do you think? It's bein' cooped up in this forkin' nonsense place. Makin' things with my imagination, bein' told how great this place is by some nobodies, even when we're all goin' fudgin' AWOL. Essek shouldn't have gotten in my fudgin' way.
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also, this is wild. ]
Hey, I didn't want to make assumptions, man. I'd rather ask and know than just decide how you feel. [ also he is so confused. ] What kind of things have you been making? What did Essek do that was stopping you?
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I don't know. Residents said the place was powered by imagination or somethin'? And emotions are controlled by colors, maybe? They refract, and it changes you. You go haywire.
[ something glitches in him, suddenly. he blinks hard, his head twitching. ]
Essek... [ that anger is fading. he narrows his eyes at the floor instead of jonas. his fists are still tight at his sides. ] Essek shouldn't have been in my way. Frumpkin was in the basement, and I was pissed the fork off. I'd had it with this Prism place. I got things to do back home.
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but he's watching this progression continue. ]
Sounds like a lot to deal with when you don't know how to control your colors. [ or emotions. ] How did Frumpkin get to the basement? Actually, do you remember how you got here? To the Prism.
[ sure, let's pretend we're here now. ]
w6 thursday
Dude, how the hell did you follow me out?
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in the first-aid room, he's wrapped in several places and has a big bandage over the side of his head. next to him is a large toolbox, its contents spread out on the bed and on a side table. a jug of blue fluid sits on the ground.
he holds his head and looks at jonas. ]
Follow ya? How in the hell...? I didn't even see ya till we stepped outside!
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us: makes it weird. jonas has a mix of things happening and memories floating around including other lives so his brain is also soupy. however. ]
That's what I mean, man. How did you get into the room? [ boothill doesn't know either jonas. ]
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One minute I was out chasin' a bounty up support beams. Before I knew it, my gun jammed 'n blew up, and then I hit the ground.
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Did you die. [ DON'T JUST ASK THIS. ]
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Think so.
[ ... ]
Died a whole lot of different ways, though.
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week 7, tuesday
anyway. boothill here. he's standing at this meadow deadass in the middle of the terminal, hands on his hips. there's a stalk of wheat at the edge of his lips. ]
How in tarnation did this happen? The other side was the same dang way!
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anyway jonas is out here on a walk with his lion cub, so like. same? ]
What, the concept of being able to go outside? Scaramouche mentioned you guys had some places. Which, totally unfair, by the way.
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Holy shirtballs! Where the fork did ya get that one from?! The Gardens?
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[ bends down and scoops up the lion to hold onto him so boothill can see him. ]
Simba, Boothill. Boothill, Simba. He's my roommate from home. [ idiot. the vibes are extremely amused but also just fond cat-dad, unfortunately. ]
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boothill is rude and does not introduce himself to the lion. ]
You got a lion cub for a roommate?
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A few of my participants found their way to the coliseum in the Italy car on Polar Express, and for some reason they killed one of the lions. So I reincarnated him as a baby except he showed up at my place instead of back at the coliseum with the other lions, so... I kept him. I've asked a few times if he wants to go home and he likes visiting but he doesn't want to stay there permanently.