vingt-six: confusion.

[453gof_flesh]

I know a lot of people are angry at me and I really ought to expla...

[He realises that something weird is going on. Long pause.]

Um. What's happening up there? Did we get a massive influx of [He nearly makes the 'fresh meat' comment again, but then stops himself] new people?

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[blindasamole]

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[blindasamole]

But you're dead.

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[453gof_flesh]

I know I a...

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[453gof_flesh]

Julie?

[blindasamole]

The Australian killed you. I saw. Right in your head.

How can this be?

[453gof_flesh]

Don't remind me, Julie, don't.

I don't know. I'm in some kind of... afterlife. It must be destiny.

[blindasamole]

Oh.

Are you well?

[453gof_flesh]

Well, it's a step up from dead.

You?

[blindasamole]

Happy.

We repaired the building.

[453gof_flesh]

Hm. That's nice.

The Tapiocas still there?

[blindasamole]

Yes, they are, and their two boys. As is Mademoiselle Plusse.

[453gof_flesh]

I'm glad to hear it.

So the place isn't likely to be blown up again in the near future?

Although, I suppose the likelihood of that went down ten times after Mrs Interligator died.

[blindasamole]

Mrs. and Mr. Interligator, you mean.

We keep the building peaceful. There isn't risk of anything anymore.

[453gof_flesh]

Well, she was the one usually responsible. He just let her.

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[dammit, Donny.]

Julie, you're not doing what I did, are you?

[blindasamole]

Doing what?

[Say it, old man, SAY IT.]

[453gof_flesh]

[oh no you don't, girly.]

There was enough money there that you wouldn't have to do that. I'm right to think you didn't, aren't I?

Just tell me, Julie.