mingley mingle

[errantsong]

Who: anyone
Where: anywhere
When: Day 27, morning

[here's a mingle. you know what to do.]

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[neigh_sayer]

[SMOKEBOMB]

INTENSITY!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That math equation now looks more like a Jackson Pollock piece as the pen jumps across the length of the paper.

JESUS FUCK, C!

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?]

[neigh_sayer]

[THE WIND]

Neeheehee, were you lost in thought? Good thing I found you!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ripping out the page and crumpling it into a ball]

Why? Can't you see I'm working?

[neigh_sayer]

Looks more like you'll be littering in a sec. But I wanted to check in! A lot happened, right? And I've got something for you!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Did a lot happen to you?

[neigh_sayer]

Not as much as most others! No going crazy and no dying despite getting eaten by a wall and spat into a grave full of skeletons! But that means I remember everything clearly, unlike the poor saps trying to repress everything.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sighs, rubbing his temples]

Fucking tell me about it. Noticed a lack of people screaming for justice in the streets and that our local Paladins haven't made the rounds yet.

How the self-righteous have fallen.

[neigh_sayer]

Right, right?! [this is the mean girling he is HERE FOR]

No "How Dare You Resort to Violence" or barging into our apartments to ~raise morale~! I mean yeah I feel bad for people, but maybe some of them needed a taste of reality.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Why even feel bad for them? It's a lesson that they'll all have to learn sometime. Better now than later.

[neigh_sayer]

Let me rephrase that; I feel bad for the people I sorta like and the ones we accidentally gave a one hundred year time out. But you're right, of course! Jeeze, nothing keeps you down, huh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Let's just say I win even when it looks like I'm losing.

You said you had something for me?

[neigh_sayer]

Yep, yep! I'm sure B's already given you the run down, but I wanted to show it to you in person!

[pulls a little picture from him cloak, and grows it to full size!

Ta-da, the portrait of Boss-lookalike in the flesh. Acrylics. Whatever.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[So C also picked up that power. Filing that little bit of information away]

... This is the original?

[neigh_sayer]

[sure did. And he's.....nodding but he might not be able to see as the portrait is even bigger than he is]

You got it! Pried it right off the wall with the help of Bad End! I dragged it all the way back with us.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Have you taken it out of its frame yet?

[neigh_sayer]

Nope! I didn't wanna damage it. I assumed you could do some sciencey bullshit and be a little more delicate with it.

[he says despite using it as target practice in the future]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Sciencey bullshit like what?

Why don't we just do the obvious thing and see if there's a signature or something on the back?

[neigh_sayer]

Like your Xray laser, duh! Don't some things have like, underpaintings or whatever?

But sure, we can try the basics first. I was just feeling adventurous.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

We're going to burn through all the machines in the hospital if we use it for every little thing.

[Which means Intensity probably didn't need to fry one to show off his skills to C but... ego.

Setting the portrait down so he can remove it from the frame]

[[Also asking mods here]]

[neigh_sayer]

[watches with anticipation (patiently!)]