Open RP: Mel in the Great Hall

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Mel can't/doesn't need to/doesn't feel like sleep (ing

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[sbisawesome]

To Strong Bad, there's nothing unfashionable about wearing red and orange together.

"Would you kill Homsar for a hot chocolate?" he answers her. She probably didn't see him there before he spoke. He's ... not all that tall by human standards, even if he is taller than Homsar, 'everyone's favorite blue midget Homestar'.

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Mel yelps and turns around.

'I...well, it's a figure of speech, and I don't think I've, um, met Homsar. Or, er, you.'

She would definitely have remembered.

'I'm Mel.'

[sbisawesome]

A lady! Who would actually talk to him! Strong Bad was feeling lucky toni-i-ight.

Even if 'Mel' sounded more like the name of some guy who runs a diner than a name for a lady.

"The name's Strong Bad," he said, in his best suggestive voice. "What brings you to the Great Hall at this hour?"

[totallyluminous]

'Can't sleep. You?' Mel says politely.

Diner? Mel might recognise it as a bloke called Barry who runs the local greasy spoon. Except Barry is nothing like Mel. Yeah.

[sbisawesome]

"Sleep is for the weak," scoffs Strong Bad, in a somewhat cliched fashion. "And ... I was kinda hoping to find my The Cheat. I guess you could call him my pet, or my sidekick. He hasn't shown up here yet, and, well ..." He begins to sniffle, unable to restrain his emotion.

"I miss the li'l guy!"

[totallyluminous]

'I can relate,' says Mel sympathetically, quite sure he's not hamming it up or anything. 'Anyone else from your world shown up? That Homsar dude? Well, that's always good...'

[sbisawesome]

"Homsar? Good?!" Strong Bad is taken aback. "Clearly you have never met Homsar. Which, uh, you already said. But still ... Homsar! I'm tellin' you, that guy is bad news."

[totallyluminous]

'He kill anyone?' Mel frowns, brain ticking. Technically, it's a non-mission zone. But if Homsar is actually evil...Michael did say she was going there for a reason.

'What else can you tell me?'

[sbisawesome]

"No, he's never killed anyone ... ON PURPOSE! He's probably killed people out of sheer confusion. When he talks, you feel like your brain's gonna leak out of your ears! Tellin' people he's a song from the sixties, and he was raised by a cup of coffee." Strong Bad shook his oversized head.

[totallyluminous]

'I'm sorry, but that sounds like a mental problem to me,' says Mel timidly. 'Shouldn't he be helped?'

Translation: Shame shame shame big heaps of shame.

[sbisawesome]

Strong Bad squints the green slits that are his eyes. "To have a mental problem, you have to have a brain. Homsar's head is solid marshmallow all the way through as far as I know."

[totallyluminous]

Now, Mel can't recall that much of the play Frankenstein when she went to see it. But she's still drawing parallels.

'So he's unconsciously dangerous? Oh...wow, that must be difficult...'

[sbisawesome]

"You don't know the half of it, my friend," Strong Bad confides. "He's also unstoppable. I dropped a Heavy Lourde on him and he's still goin' strong!"

[totallyluminous]

You dropped Madonna's daughter on him?!

'Hang on, he can't have killed anyone here, or he'd have been expelled. Maybe he does understand and you just haven't realised it yet?'

[sbisawesome]

"Are you kidding? He's never gonna be expelled. He's a PROFESSOR!" Strong Bad trembles with indignation. It's also kind of cold, walking around in a drafty Scottish castle with no shirt on.

[totallyluminous]

Bloody hell. A demon and a psychopath running the damn racket.

'Well, crap,' she says conversationally. Noticing the shiver, 'Hey, you cold? I can fix it?'