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WHO: WEEDS
WHERE: Weeds Clubhouse
WHEN: After game, day 66 or even day 67, whatever, I'm not your mom.

[ It was another ritual where the weeds were forced to participate among the flocks, but how well did each person come out?

At any rate, Your Name seems to be organizing something. ]

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[day 66 post-game]

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[Your Name is organizing a little meet and greet for anyone who might be new to weeds or just hasn't got the chance to see each other.]

Okay, everyone! I know today was a tough one, and some of you might still be animals, but there is a bright side! Unlike the sheep, we got awarded with booze and spirits. I see a few new faces, so I'll just say: this is normal.

You might be tempted to drink it all, and that's fine! Live your best life. But, keep in mind: a lot of sheep like to drink, too. The booze we get makes great bartering tools for people who normally wouldn't otherwise be moved to do much for anyone. If you teetotal, then it's an easy decision to make!

By the way, if you're thinking of taking booze to Daisy to make booze-ice cream, be aware she'll just take it from you and give you nothing if she thinks you look too young. Just get the ice cream and then pour booze over it!

And for those who haven't had the chance to meet me: my name is Your Name! Hope you're enjoying the clubhouse and the pasture. Please, no sheep over unless you get other people's permission. No loud noises in the late evening, and same for early morning because it'll disturb the others. Let's all get along, okay? This is our only area that's 'ours' unless you carve out your own.

If you feel it, why don't we go around and introduce ourselves a little more? Mingle! Co-exist! Keep track of who hates who!

[stirtheblood]

[Edgelord is back a little later after the ritual ends, because he woke up in Rose's meat locker.

He does ultimately return looking subdued, which is perhaps unexpected given that he's got the case of alcohol he got from the ritual. He sticks it securely in his room.]

[inaptronym]

[sooner or later someone will direct him over this way. He's just kind of looking around, hands on his hips and muttering to himself]

Man, you're really in it this time, eh?

[jerkalope]

[ he's mostly hanging out and listening to the others, idly smoothing out any new cape wrinkles on his non-tattered outfit ]

And this is hand wash only too...

[misdeerection]

[ alastor is hanging out off to the side, listening to a floating radio playing some blues music. ]