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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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Those ain't Biscuit's problem.

[planting potatoes]

Biscuit.

[ are you sure ]

Yes my darling loving lion who I want to handfeed me treats as I lounge in his lap?

[ . . .

well

they could probably do that later ]

Get me some muscle.

What's the project?

Clinic.

[ im just going to build the fucking building ]

It's the basement right.

Is this for breakin' down wood for tables and shit....

Naw, 's a receiving area. For patients so we don't got randos inside Daffodil all the time.

So. Build an outside waiting room?

Figured it'd have cots 'n whatever too.

[ so it's less a waiting room and actually just straight up The Doctor's Office (for patients) ]

Skilled labor.

[so most people arent actually an option]

I'll. Figure it the fuck out I guess.

?

We got our old cots, don't need'a make those. Not accountin' for the furnishing there ain't a difference between a waiting room 'n a whatever else room, is there?

[unsure if the cots still exist or got magic replaced that will be a thing to ask Ash later]

Mmmm I'll ask the ones in charge if they got any specific desires.

[ takes a list out of his pocket to offer him ]

Already talked to 'em.

[makes a face

absolutely has to go to red for this shit. cool. great. his favoritest thing]

Kay.

. . .

[ puts a hand on his head

holds onto his skull

starts moving him ------------> this way and <------------ that way ]

What did I ask for Biscuit.

A room.

But we got loads more than that needed.

No.

[ another -----------> ]

I said, get me muscle. We're gonna get the rest of this shit with herd mentality.

I'll bully the fake cat boy and alla Thistle I guess.

Aaa. Tell fake cat boy t'tell the rest of his flock, too—they owe Crois one anyway.

And Thistle still owes us for Muffin's arm, don't they?

I don't need to tug on that favor with Thistle, most of 'em are fond of me or Muffin or Crois.

Do what ya want. I just don't want us tryna cash that favor in later an' them makin' a fuss about it 'cause they helped us with this—if they won't though, I don't care.

Edited 2023-08-22 04:20 (UTC)

It'll be fine don't ya worry.

Aaa, 'm leavin' it t'ya.

Yes sir.

[okay lots of work to do. not potato time

wait for ruggie beautiful potatoes....]