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[Today the Conan-collective has gathered in the library for Serious Business. Sitting in the library before the fire, a pile of candies before them, the four Conans, each with their own pile of candy, eye each other speculatively. Mugs of hot chocolate stand at hand, and a few novels are scattered about. However, all attention is currently on this Conan, dressed in a large t-shirt that belongs to someone that apparently likes the Sox and pyjama bottoms as he speaks.]
I have never ... been as tall as a building.
[The Conan wearing fuzzy Count von Count pyjamas pouts, surrendering a piece of candy to the pile.]
That's mean! You're picking on me.
[The only Conan wearing a nightdress interrupts.]
Wait! How on earth does that even work?
[Her answer comes from the Conan wearing a simple yukata.]
There are some questions it is better not to ask. Conan, I believe it is your turn.
((ooc: 'I have never' dressing room style. Um. Oops?))
I have never ... been as tall as a building.
[The Conan wearing fuzzy Count von Count pyjamas pouts, surrendering a piece of candy to the pile.]
That's mean! You're picking on me.
[The only Conan wearing a nightdress interrupts.]
Wait! How on earth does that even work?
[Her answer comes from the Conan wearing a simple yukata.]
There are some questions it is better not to ask. Conan, I believe it is your turn.
((ooc: 'I have never' dressing room style. Um. Oops?))