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[musclebeast_nut]

[==> Be a passerby.]

[You come across a large PILE OF CRAP. Maybe it's broken robot heads, maybe it's horns, maybe it's toothbrushes. Whichever it is, the closer to it you get, the more you want to lie down on it and discuss your feelings with someone.]

((Canon update for Equius and Nepeta! Watch for falling spoilers. ETA AND WE'RE BOTH PETERING

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[riseoftheguitar]

*Off being unconnected to depressing troll shenanigans there is a pile of cheap plywood guitars. They don't look like they'd be very comfortable to lie on, but sprawled out on top is a pint-sized guitarist using one to communicate her feelings to the world through the universal language of ~music~ and those feelings are 'blissblissbliss'*

How wonderful.

[honktraband]

[Not quite a SHITTY PILE OF HORNS, part of you feels a bond with this pile in that it can make noise, though not of a CLOWNISH NATURE.]

ArE YoU SeEiNg sOmE WiCkEd mIrAcLeS, bRo?

((I am actually heading to bed but I wanted to throw something in here.))

[riseoftheguitar]

That is one way to put it, yes! It is very much a miracle.

[swornmyoaths]

[it's not quite a PILE OF CRAP, but lounging among a swarm of twenty cats will have to do]

[threshprince]

[You are absolutely covered in cats.]

GET THESE STUPID THINGS OFF OF ME!

[swornmyoaths]

The more you struggle the more likely they are to use claws. Be zen with the kitty cats~

[threshprince]

NO.
FUCK THEM.

[youmustlickit]

[You've got a pile of SCALEMATES and ALTERNIAN LAW BOOKS! The books are a bit hard, but the plush perpetrators make it actually quite comfortable!]

[reach_within]

[climbs up on the pile and perches beside her.]

Hey.

[youmustlickit]

H3Y J41M3!

[reach_within]

Catch.

[pauses a minute to give her a chance to react, then tosses a bag her way. it's full of candy corn.]

[bethecoolkid]

You are suddenly on a PILE OF SMUPPETS. But before you can cut them all up in freaked out rage, you realize ther are all your Bros SMUPPETS.

You decide against slicing them all up into piles of fluff.

[musclebeast_nut]

[You see the COOLKID nearby on his PILE OF SMUPPETS. You are both unsure about talking feelings with the COOLKID and uncomfortable with the pile of FIRM PLUSHES, so you do not join him, instead opting for the aforementioned PILE OF BROKEN ROBOT HEADS.]

[bethecoolkid]

You sit there for a while, just... observing the puppets. Just checking them out, maybe brushing a bit of dirt off of one of them.

Then you finally look up, and address the sweattroll.

hey
you know if sopor slime gets out of sheets

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> Presumably yes
D --> We do not go about our daily business covered in slime
D --> Though for what reason would any of your linens come in contact with the sopor

[halfcocked]

['sup I'm in a pile of toy guns

why was I compelled to crawl in here]

[musclebeast_nut]

[You decide not to comment on the obviously inferior toy weapon replicas. You do, however, stare at them in a rather disconcerting manner.]

[halfcocked]

[the real ones are in my pockets you creeper.]

--What the hell do you want?

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> Nothing
D --> You can continue about your business in your pile as you please