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[agentkane]

[Lana has gotten marginally settled in since she showed up all poisoned. She's read enough of the journal to be fairly savvy to the ways of the castle (and because, let's be honest, no one else will have the patience to deal with Archer when he inevitably has questions about the stuff he didn't listen to), and so she's pretty up to speed on

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[tomatoandbasil]

[You know what Lana needs? An elf walking by and rapping at her uncontrollably. It's a good welcome wagon.]

You seem pretty chill for one who's memories are nill
It seems a memory is what this castle distilled
Up in a bottle all dandy like finest brandy
Now I can't remember who in the past used to make me so randy

[agentkane]

[What.]

Um, yeah. Okay.

What?

[tomatoandbasil]

[Quite a spectacle, isn't she?]

I'm pretty sure it's me you heard spewing the gospel word
Helping you clear up your brain, becoming less of a blur
The whore of a castle is such a huge hassle
Taking our memories and making it its unwilling vassals

Well the joke's on it; we ain't nobody's bitch

[agentkane]

That's... again, what?

[tomatoandbasil]

You say your loss was something in your brain, well I think mine is the same
For some ghetto ass reason I can't remember why I liked some ho of a certain name

[agentkane]

This is kind of offensive, actually. I know I'm black, but this is just uncalled for.