MINGLE - Post-Op(era) Recovery

[pumpkinhollow]

On this night we drink to the death of Sorrow.

After the Fall of Efrain With the Prince of Sorrow's Song dead and gone, the opera dissipates, spitting its victims out on the summit of Crane's Ridge where the Dance of Celestine was held some months before. It's getting late, and there is no one yet in town to run the train. Some will brave the trip home simply for the sake of collapsing into their own beds and achieving some sense of normalcy. Others will do so with the hope of returning with help. But many others will simply say "fuck it" and camp out on the mountain, still fitted with extra firewood from the festival and the means to build temporary structures in nearby storage sheds. The journey down will be safer in the morning, and there's solidarity to be had in a cool spring night spent under the stars.

Oh, look, there's even some non-perishable food and wine from the Dance. Combined with what can be hunted or foraged, as well as snacks and drinks stolen from the concession stand, there's plenty to go around. This might even be a little bit fun! Anyone up for another game of Never Have I Ever? Maybe a little Truth or Dare? Or perhaps you just want to chat and unwind with your friends. Whatever the case may be, have fun. This is your time. After darkness, there is a dawn. At the death of Sorrow, there is joy.

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Re: Never Have I Ever

[staybizzy]

"YEEAHHH!!!" Capochin whoops, slinging his arm around her shoulder. "Great work, kiddo! How'd it feel, huh?"

[yournewsidekick]

"Uh, amazing." Laughing, Nimona leans against him, but doesn't miss the chance to slug him lightly on the shoulder while she's there. "He had it coming for so freakin' long, you have no idea."

[staybizzy]

"Well, now ya gotta tell me what the bastard did so's I can feel vindicated with ya."

[yournewsidekick]

"Short version? Gave me a cursed locket and said it'd let me talk to my boss, but every time I did he acted like a total dick for no reason. Turns out the whole thing was a fake so I'd think Ballister actually hated me the whole time."

She scowls, then instantly perks up again.

"But hey! Got my revenge, Ballister's still great, and if I don't get free milkshakes for life outta this I'm gonna riot."

[staybizzy]

Damn. Is it bad that, to empathize, Capochin immediately thinks of Inspekta?

He nearly shudders at the thought of that happening to him. Eugh. Brutal.

"Tell ya what, kiddo, you'll get free shakes and fries at the Burger King if ya come by!" Capochin immediately agrees. "I'll make sure my new manager gets the memo. He's----"

The aging Drainfolk has to stop and think about how to describe his recently hired GM, one Spamton G. Spamton. The words don't come easily. The weird thinking faces are much easier to conjure.

"Well, he's real interesting," is where Capochin lands. "But he takes direction well enough."

[yournewsidekick]

Nimona snorts a loud laugh. "You mean I get free shakes and fries and entertainment? Metal," she says. "Like I'd wanna get a milkshake from somebody boring."

Oh, Nimona. Just you wait.