pc catchall for lup.

[agleam]

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[evocationary]

y
yes?

[... she will go to the costume closet]

[agleam]

[he's here! but his clothes have changed. he's wearing a dark blue cloak. it's very long.

he's also like several feet taller for an unknown reason, and he's making his voice sound deeper when he speaks.]

Ah... Hello.

[evocationary]

[she

stares at him? she stares at him.]

Hey. Quick question, whaaaaat are you doing.

[agleam]

[he raises an eyebrow and keeps the exact same voice.]

I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. I'm simply standing here.

[evocationary]

[she has to stop herself from giggling at this.]

... Uh huh. Okay, well, I'm here, at the closet, with a big dingus in a cape. What's next.

[agleam]

A dingus - how dare you! I am well respected.

[he also has a slight english accent now it's fine]

[evocationary]

By who.

[WHY]

[agleam]

[he pauses for maybe a split second too long to think about that]

My peers, of course! And who are you to question me?!

[evocationary]

[the pause makes her giggle a little more]

I'm the Crope, that's who. Better respect.

[agleam]

And what, precisely, is that meant to be?

[evocationary]

The Crab Pope! So, like, I have more authority than you.

[agleam]

[with offense in his voice:]

You certainly do not, I've never heard of such a thing! What are your duties? Who do you oversee?

[evocationary]

Uhhh. Fuck, she never told me what this entailed.

Crabs. My duties are to make sure all the crabs get married.

[agleam]

[crossing his arms]

That is simply preposterous, you realize.

[evocationary]

Are you dissing my job, Lord Poncypants?

[agleam]

I... You very well know that is not my name!

[evocationary]

Lord Rupert Poncypants. [stop this]

[agleam]

[scoffs]

Mayhaps you are mistaken. I have no idea who you're speaking of.

[evocationary]

[a beat.]

Are you pretending to be Emet-Selch right now, because that's the funniest thing I've ever beheld.

[agleam]

—Thank you oh my gosh it keeps not working and I don't know how much longer I can do this.

[evocationary]

[SHE LAUGHS REALLY HARD AT THIS SKDSLKDF]

That was a pretty good impression! You, uh, you're not nearly scornful enough, but it was good.

[agleam]

Yeah, unfortunately for this exercise, scornful is not really my biggest strength.

[he

lifts up the robe slightly so he can look down at the stilts it's now clear he's wearing]

...You know, I didn't quite consider how I was going to get down from here.

[evocationary]

[still giggling, she scoots closer, and then:]

Uh, I can... help you down, but I cannot catch you. I promise you we will both eat shit.

[agleam]

I absolutely do not want to fall on you, yeah.

[thinking for a long moment.]

Actually, if you just want to, like, shove a bunch of clothes into a big pile, I can probably just fall back into them and be fine? That seems like the safest option here. I'll put them back afterwards.

[evocationary]

[nodding...]

Okay, uh. Hold up a second. [and she goes to... do that. this is the funniest solution.]