theater....... (stinkbombed)

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i need to find a... shitpost.... if u will

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[drymonster]

Oh. Wait.

[scrapdraught]

Yeah.

[More misery.]

[drymonster]

So she was... the other half?

[scrapdraught]

[Bites her lip. Guess it's easier once they hit the nail on the head themselves.]

I got pegged for it. She didn't.

She's been fighting off the damn thing for over two weeks now.

[drymonster]

God...

[scrapdraught]

[Camille shakes her head.]

The real trick is to not let her in on what we're doing. That was my mistake last week.

I helped her haul a coffin over to the house and hid it in her room, tied it up for her after she crawled in for the night. But because she was in on the plan, so was her monster.

[A strong surge of regret.]

When she showed up to the trial with the glitter on her, I didn't want it to be true. Because she shouldn't have had that much. Not if she was locked in.

I kept telling myself maybe she picked it up just walking around after...

[drymonster]

Oh, shit, we did take the coffin.


Yeah... yeah, that makes sense.

[scrapdraught]

[She looks at him.

Then comes over, gives his arm a gentle squeeze.]

I'm sorry you had to find out like this. But, if you're all good friends, then she'd be grateful to have more people to trust.

There's still a chance none of this will work. We can't know for sure until tomorrow. Promise me you'll look out for her?

[drymonster]

[ nods. i mean, he TRIED to do this for YOU before a bunch of vigilantes took things into their own hands!!!!!! ]

Yeah. Okay.

[scrapdraught]

[CRIES...TOTTY YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!!!

Sorry she gets a little misty-eyed. And she will pull him into a hug.]

[drymonster]

[ ah... now he feels kind of guilty, but. awkwardly hugs back. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Guilty?

Pulls back with an inquisitive blip.]

[drymonster]

[ man he hates emotionshare.

...

leans over to whisper something ]

[scrapdraught]

[Looks to him like ??

Shakes her head.]

[drymonster]

[ ... ]

Talk to me next week.

[scrapdraught]

[Frowns, but nods. Some mild suspicions percolating.]

Um. In the mean time, I'm also sorry for bombing the clinic. We needed the trap door and we needed the place empty.

I don't think Alfyn will forgive me so easily...

[drymonster]

Yeeeeah, I kind of figured that's what it was after you started explaining...

Just apologize and explain that it was for a good cause. At least you didn't make him move the stuff all by himself.

[scrapdraught]

Oh god no, I'd be a real monster if I did that.

[haha.]

I know it's shit timing, with the injuries, just...What isn't shit timing around here?