The Discworld is a Matriarchial Society

[deaths_heritor]

[to family]

Since I don't think we're expecting any more new arrivals, I suggest we begin establishing some ground rules for us all to follow.  A tight ship is a happy ship.  For those of you less apt to picking up on this sort of thing, that's code for 'assigning chores', but there are other things that might bear discussing.  If we're going to

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action;

[decadenzas]

Carrying a body around in broad daylight isn't very inconspicuous, you know.

[which is just his way of saying hello and asking what the hell she's toting around, since he is fairly certain Susan isn't the dragging-around-bodies type]

[deaths_heritor]

My Grandfather disposes of the souls. I clean up the bodies for him.

[Whumph. The sack goes on the ground because despite being stronger than she appears, the drone had bought an inordinate number of these disgusting things.]

How do you do, Charles?

[decadenzas]

That sounds like an efficient system. [wow that does sound pretty heavy but not at all body-ish. he leans forward a tiny bit to peak at the items inside before replying.]

Quite well, thank you, recent holiday rubbish aside. I hope you're faring decently yourself.

[deaths_heritor]

Recent holiday rubbish - precisely what I'm disposing of. Apart from sudden inexplicable gravitations towards pink, I've been well.

[decadenzas]

[the inside of this bag is so pink]

...Ah, shall I assume you were one of the more heavily affected ones? That's quite unfortunate, but with any luck we'll catch a bit of a break now.

[deaths_heritor]

I'm not so sure about that. You heard about Samantha, of course?

[decadenzas]

Ah, yes... But it wouldn't be the first time one of the Smiths has been relieved of their position in that household.

[deaths_heritor]

John and Jack. But no one ever found his corpse in the middle of the park.

[decadenzas]

I can't even recall what he did to merit his disappearance.

At any rate, even if something does come of this, I doubt it will last very long. Nothing here does.

[deaths_heritor]

They're terribly tedious for the duration, though. If any more Russians come into town, I'm holing up in the basement for a week.

[decadenzas]

Yes, and if I never see another hazardous materials suit in my life it would be too soon.

The best of luck to you, at any rate. Perhaps if anything does happen, they'll let you off with a lighter sentence since they've already forced you into the most unsuitably pink things in town.

[deaths_heritor]

I certainly can't think of any worse punishment. ...Perhaps one of those repulsive hats with fruit arranged around the brim.

[decadenzas]

[oh, that gets a snicker from him.]

I couldn't imagine you within five feet of a hat like that, to be honest. If you ever wind up having to wear one, perhaps they would be kind enough to provide you with real fruit on the brim so you wouldn't go hungry.

[deaths_heritor]

Laced with arsenic, I hope. A swift end is all I ask for here.

Did you care to take anything in the sack off my hands, by the way?

[decadenzas]

I doubt they would be so kind, you would have to suffer with a marriage of fruit and fashion that should never have existed.

[yeah one peak into that bag and he doesn't even want to touch it again] I don't have any need for such things, but thank you for the offer.

[deaths_heritor]

I thought it might be possible that you could use some extra firewood. Can't blame you, though.