theater....... (stinkbombed)

[bookpapers]

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

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[bookpapers]

[hi theater curfew-ers how are we feeling.... all the important clinic stuff is gone courtesy of alfyn and camille, but Lavi is still hard at work!

moving benches!!! he's dragging one up to the stage where the trap door is, and then turning it over on top of the door to block it from view]

Whew.

[undread]

[she's sitting somewhere, not really helping this, but watching.]

[scrapdraught]

[Camille is also following, dragging a bench in hand. She's overturned it so it drags up the stairs easier.]

Oof! God, that's a workout.

[drymonster]

[ wearing double layered face masks and holding a box of them ]

I grabbed these from the medical center, if you want to try to filter the smell a little.

[scrapdraught]

[concerned glance over]

You sure you'll be all right in here tonight?

[bookpapers]

[he'll come over to join her..... is she sitting on a bench]

[drymonster]

Um. What are we doing here, exactly...?

[scrapdraught]

[Looks to Lavi.]

....

[undread]

[nodding.]

There are a lot of us here. More than are with Astarion, I imagine.

[scrapdraught]

Oh bless you, really.

[TAKING ONE]

It's not half as bad as it was this morning, but still rank.

[undread]

[she is sitting on a bench, yeah.]

Hello, Lavi. It's so nice to have so many people here.

[bookpapers]

[he'll take the other end and help drag it up]

Hey, don't push yourself! This stuff is what I'm here for.

[scrapdraught]

Yeah, but the smell. It can't be good for you in this state.

[drymonster]

[ also looks to lavi?? ]

[undread]

[she'll look up at camille, actually.]

...Oh. I didn't think to explain, but it's really alright.

[drymonster]

[ what??? ]

[undread]

It hardly bothers me. I've lived in some very awful places!

[scrapdraught]

Yeah?

[The emotion wave is all nerves and dread. Maybe a glimmer of hope.]

[scrapdraught]

That doesn't mean I won't pull my weight. We're down a few bodies, I'm not making you haul crap alone.

[scrapdraught]

[Camille grimaces.]

Sorry, I can't myself. The...thing.

[drymonster]

[ THE EMOTION HERE IS WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE TALKING ABOUT STOP LEAVING ME OUT ]

[scrapdraught]

[guilt guilt guilt worry fear despair]

[drymonster]

Huh??

[scrapdraught]

[Just looks at her feet.]

[bookpapers]

[looks around their mess of a theater and then back at Totty. there is also some guilt here, and the emotion of 'oh ig this is up to me then'...]

We came here cause of Kate.

[who is mysteriously not here?


Lavi gestures to the trap door]