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[secondbornsun]

WHO: DAFFODILS
WHERE: DAFFODIL
WHEN: DAY 27ODIL

[ damn shit happened today BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY MISS COCO'S TRAPPED IN AN ABOVEGROUND ROOM AND NOT AN UNDERGROUND ROOM YO WHAT ]

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[secondbornsun]

[ HOPEFULLY THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE IS DYING DOWN FOR TODAY also tart has his light space bag from which he is taking out, just. trees. fully uprooted trees. ]

[afineknight]

[ what. ]

Oye, what are those for?

[secondbornsun]

[ . . .




do you get the feeling he's already told you about this before and he simply does not understand why you are asking again ]

[rugpull]

...

[secondbornsun]

[ Several Trees. they're all going to be stacked outside next to the barn ]

[electricflock]

Um?

[secondbornsun]

Muffin. Y'know any party games?

[villainrole]

Who do I talk to for a camera?

[rugpull]

Red but he's an asshole.

[villainrole]

Well, if it's broken legs or something of that sort, it's probably fine...

[eonsadrift]

[ 15 minutes late with starbucks a musical instrument-

He's knocking on Daffodil's barn door. ]

[rugpull]

Sup?

[eonsadrift]

Crois and your shepherd have some kind of... secret plan... [ He gives the tambourine a limp shake. ]

[villainrole]

[eonsadrift]

[afineknight]

Hola—

[ He sees the instrument.

ohhhhh. ]

And how are you, my friend?

[eonsadrift]

We aren't friends.

[secondbornsun]

[ in the middle of taking whole-ass trees out of his bag next to daffodil's barn ]

[eonsadrift]

[ Perfect. Great. Is this a secret code? Is Crois fucking with him? He's going to shake the tambourine a few times. ]

...Tart. I've brought what you requested.

[electricflock]

Hello?

[electricflock]

[there's work to be done and the world might be ending but y'know what.


muffin is taking personal time.

muffin is rolling a pinecone in sunbutter, cracked corn, and seeds.]

[rugpull]

...whazzat....

[potentshell]

[ WELL THIS HAS BEEN A DAY

at least Eclair deposits more potatoes on the table and doesn't seem hurt. ]

Why is all of this happening??

[rugpull]

Demon got blown up. Probably that.

[electricflock]

The cycle of revenge.

[grabby for potatoes]