the rave is still going

[crittersheep]

WHO: everyone
WHERE: everywhere
WHEN: Day 65 afternoon through evening

[ Well! Things happened and the wolves in the mist are still creating crazy light shit since it's still day 65.

That's probably fine.

Surely not everyone was farting around in the mist, though! What have you been up to? ]

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[featherduster]

Heard loud and clear.

I was gonna park on the roof for a while. Figured you wouldn't mind a ride up.

[endsjustified]

Never.

[featherduster]

Off we go, then.

[ To Bluebell ]

[endsjustified]

[it’s an easy walk tonight, almost leisurely despite all the earlier excitement; Charon is quiet but not brooding.]

[featherduster]

[ He doesn't offer much in the way of conversation either. Maybe it's a natural response to Charon's mood, or maybe it's any of his own brood-worthy concerns.

He does wordlessly offer his hand once they reach the barn. It's not strictly necessary, but maybe he just feels better knowing Charon won't bounce off the roof and hit the ground. ]

[endsjustified]

[how gentlemanly

takes his hand, of course.]

[featherduster]

[ UP THEY GO!!! (Maybe he should just get stairs or a ladder... whatever.)

He aims them for the roof of his tower in particular, which benefits from having one of the highest vantage points in the pasture, probably. He manages to keep Charon steady even if he stumbles a little on the landing, himself.

Lets go of Charon's hand and drops casually onto the awning, clearly well-practiced at roof loitering in particular. ]

Almost regret not bringing a drink.

[endsjustified]

[he may have noticed Charon's hand tighten instinctually on his on the stumble, even though Minuet actually tumbling would just send both of them to the ground. maybe it's a metaphor.

moves to settle next to him, looking far more out of place up here, but not uncomfortable]

It's not the same, but I have jerky if you want some.

[featherduster]

Nah. I'm not so desperate that I'd steal your snacks.

[ ... ]

Can your ghost go through Bluebell's walls?

[endsjustified]

Not with objects, which is why it leaves things on your balcony. Why?

[featherduster]

[ Wistfully ]

Just thinking how nice alcohol delivery would be. Just in general.

[endsjustified]

Oh. That's not a problem...

[calls the ghost and points it in the kitchen's general direction, sure]

[featherduster]

I haven't been taking advantage of this this entire time...

[endsjustified]

I haven't really tried it on the other barns, mostly; it seems rude. But it can interact with things and open doors just fine.

[EVENTUALLY the sheep ghost hauls up the biggest jug of wine it could lift and two glasses, one slightly chipped on the bottom from the trip but still usable]

[featherduster]

[ HE BROUGHT GLASSES........ someone is used to drinking out of the bottle like an animal

Tries not to laugh ]

How fancy.

[endsjustified]

[he'll pour for him and hand the glass over, shifting shoulder-to-shoulder]

Not the first time someone's made that accusation.

[featherduster]

[ He takes the glass with a "cheers" motion and takes his first swig ]

Where I come from, glasses are just extra steps in the way.

[endsjustified]

I can see why.

[bleak nigh-postapocalyptic atmosphere aside, what the hell is used to clean glasses and dishes, actually.

instead of voicing that he raises his glass to Minuet too, sipping rather than drinking deep]

Any particular reason tonight, or is it the general mood?

[featherduster]

Think of it as pre-gaming whatever the hell's gonna happen next.

[endsjustified]

Mmh. I think Clover made the right call, but they'll also bring the wolves howling directly to our doorstep again, so to speak.

[tucks his free arm around him, though, steady; no one else is up this high to see them right now.]

[featherduster]

[ He thunks a little heavily against him, eyeing the wine as he swirls it in his glass ]

Yup. I'm not upset about it. It's just the cost of making progress around here.

[endsjustified]

Mm.

And there's things to try now that we have it here, aren't there? Eventually.

[featherduster]

I bet if we show it to her, she'll panic and drop out of her sheep body and then you can shove her in the right one.

[endsjustified]

I don't think it's that simple.

The demon confirmed she was the gambler, though not the nature of her failed gamble.

[featherduster]

Lemme believe something will be easy for once.

[ Sighs deeply and drinks ]

Whatever her stake was, it was enough to screw over way more than just her.