we're just having a blast

[chasseurdebeaute]

WHO: Bluebell, gawkers
WHERE: Bluebell
WHEN: Day 91, after Fantasia's important plans

[There's no loud concussive sound (due to some sound dampening magic), but there may have been some rumbling or shaking from the direction of Bluebell not too soon into the day! If anyone pokes their heads out to look, they'll see that the Bluebell pasture looks something like:


Anyway, if you can't read french, the magic banner that's floating in the air in front of the column of dust-and-or-smoke that used to be 3 of 4 barn walls says "No need to worry," basically. So.]

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[finalbows]

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[ silently rubbernecking ]

[ finally, to the open air beside him ]

You know, when I said to Lyra I'd give them a bigger moat if I had to change anything, this is not what I expected.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Shall we take bludgeons to the rest or continue with explosives?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[unnecessary explosions and demolition happening in the background]

[endsjustified]

[shading his eyes from. Lily’s garden]

Are we taking turns…?

[doggonemad]

[ at this point, he's just sitting outside Bluebell's pasture with popcorn* watching the show.

* they're just grapes, not popcorn, ok ]

[electricflock]

[cups his hands and calls from Daffodil's yard]

Thanks for muting!

[chasseurdebeaute]

Only if you intend to put more holes in Lily again, Monsieur! If not, perhaps we may consider it solidarity!

[chasseurdebeaute]

[May have thrown a jar or two of exploding potions at the barn]

[endsjustified]

Certainly we are not; so, solidarity it is.

May I ask the reason for this destruction, though?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Oh! Monsieur John Deer, son of the Holy Beast Jim Deer has decided to join us in the pasture and act as Bluebell's priest! We are making room for him to stay with us comfortably.

[poisonista]

[ And here he was taking the Rose sheep for their daily sing-song session. ]

... is it going to be like this all day, dearest Rubato?

[leonheartedly]

[there's no signs of panic, so. Metaphorically popcorning]

Maybe they felt left out.

[chasseurdebeaute]

[Cheerful whistling trill, "You're welcome!"]

[endsjustified]

[there’s a lot to unpack there but first he’s gonna clarify:]

By making your home open-air…?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[pauses to consider]

... There is the possibility we may need to endure through the night--but our towers are still standing.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Non non, though I have great fondness for such architecture--this is simply payment! It will be right again tomorrow.

[poisonista]

As long as all that dust isn't impeding their practice. I'd not want for the sheep to be unable to put their best effort forth.

What's all this for, anyway?

[electricflock]

[thumb's up and a big chirp, carry on!]

[endsjustified]

Ah, a quest. I should have known.

Congratulations on discovering your priest; may the relationship be a happy one.

Might I ask if he prefers to speak only with Bluebells? There was something I wished to consult the deer about at some point, regarding their own.

[jerkalope]

Ceci n'est pas une pipe bomb?

[chasseurdebeaute]

We’d sought a contract for expansions at one point but…

Mm, well, with the addition of a priest it seemed worth doing again.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Non! An explosion from such an item is difficult to direct and control.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Ah… I suppose for a time we were asked not to speak of them with any others… but I would imagine John-kun should be willing now…

Though, he has separated from their company to pursue this path, which I imagine could have bearing on the answers he can give... What was the question?

[jerkalope]

Heh, Magritte would be pleased to know there's controlled destruction going on. Or deconstruction as the case may be.

What is it then, new renovations for Bluebell?

[chasseurdebeaute]

[smoke billows from a jar he just tossed]