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[singmeundead]

[Vorpal is bored. The novelty of this place is starting to wear off a little, though she is still enjoying playing wife and mommy (even if there are domestics and both of her kids are adorable little weirdos). She's not left with much to do here but wait until she can get her teleporting back, be able to see if there are any snags or small gaps in

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[bell_bound]

[Mogget creeps through the grass and stops some way from Vorpal, hunkering down to listen. He doesn't speak, but he's watching her.]

[singmeundead]

[She notices him and her smile gets bigger -- it's hard not to, that bright white against the dark grass. Vorpal finishes with a flourish and raises her eyebrows at the cat.]

Can Ah help you?

[bell_bound]

[Moves a little closer and sits up.]

Are you offering me something?

[singmeundead]

Well you're sittin' there starin' at me with your lil' kitty eyes...

[mayfield_mods]

Why hello, Vorpal. Lovely day, isn't it? Oh, did you hear about Mrs. Weinburg and... her...

...hip...

...

[singmeundead]

[She stops playing abruptly to turn her full attention to the drone, look one of polite curiosity.]

Nope. Can't say that Ah have.

[mayfield_mods]

[And here we have a curious thing: Jane Smith's seemingly permanent smile drops.

In its place is a rather somber, quiet expression. For the first time, one of the drones seems almost... human.]

What song was that, just now?

[singmeundead]

[This... is really rather creepy and Vorpal likes it.]

Leslie Anne Levine by some off-world band. Ain't really 'member the name of 'em.

[cursed_as_hell]

Pretty song. Very different from the stuff you could find back home.

[singmeundead]

Oh yeah? What kinda stuff you got back home?

[cursed_as_hell]

At best: loud, dirty drinking songs for shouting out in taverns.
At worst: Frilly bards plucking at lutes while singing about some fancy lady they saw in a window once.

I'm not much of a music fan.

[singmeundead]

[Vorpal laughs heartily.]

Okay. Ah gotta admit, Ah do like me some of them drinkin' songs. They're kinda fun.

Ain't so much of'a fan of the frilly bards, though.

[crazyclownwoman]

[Harley is walking in the park when she hears the music. She waits for it to stop before walking over.]

Hi there!

[singmeundead]

[Probably Vorpal's favourite person ever! She throws her arms wide, grinning and crowing:]

Harley! Heya!

[crazyclownwoman]

[With a wide grin as well Harley sits down next to Vorpal]

Whatch'a up to?

[singmeundead]

Just playin'. Ain't got much else to do 'round here.