To be frank, I don't know if that would be better or worse.
Can I trust your discretion, Miss Castorice?
[He needs to show his terrible fit to someone he kind of sort of knows. Yeah, he agreed to it. Yeah, it makes certain people happy. But also. Also. Also.]
They're normal traps. I can't believe it, but for all intents and purposes they seem to be normal mouse traps.
[And she gets sent a picture of a rat trap in Sunday's hand. In the background are more rat traps. Way too many rat traps. Why are there so many rat traps? Dozens of traps in that picture alone.]
Why would anyone have this many traps? Why would they need this many traps? And, no, I haven't seen any signs of rodents anywhere.
[ the way i just sat here for several minutes thinking about how castorice has probably never seen a mouse trap before. she's probably thinking how it's such a strange little thing. ]
Perhaps there was a rodent problem in the past? [ Which doesn't really explain why there are still so many scattered about, but ehhhhhhh.
In return, Sunday gets a picture of a clock with tiny little legs in a dusty room. ]
Mister Boothill found a peculiar clock in the room we're in. It seems to be slowly heading somewhere. [ ... a lot of emphasis on "slowly". ]
[That's written a little too quickly and a sent a little too swiftly, and then Sunday has to consider the fact he got excited over a clock. His life, his choices.
Also.
Boothill?]
Give Boothill my regards.
[Like you don't gotta really but it seems polite to acknowledge the Boothill in the room.]
[Damn Boothill next time he won't bother saying hi then.]
Not quite. For a moment I was reminded of Clockie. He is a symbol of Penacony, my home, and a familiar figure from my youth.
I used to watch movies and shows featuring Clockie with my sister, Robin. Those were more innocent times and I remember them fondly. Despite our adoptive father's wishes, the two of us would wake up early on Saturday mornings and find our way to a television, and spend hours watching Clockie.
One of my sister's favorites was Clockie and Mirror Princess. It was a harrowing tale (at least to some children who were awake far earlier than they should be) and featured Clockie bravely facing the a fearsome foe that wished to turn Dreamsville into an eternal nightmare.
But Clockie did not face this danger alone. With the aid of the clever Mirror Princess, they were able to deduce that the monster was nothing more than the Unknown, and with her light they were able to pierce the darkness. Though, it came at a great cost. During the final confrontation, the Mirror Princess was shattered into pieces. However, she encouraged her friends to be brave, that though she is shattered she is not gone, and they used the pieces of her mirror to save the day.
Mirror Princess' brave monologue reduced more than one Penacony child to tears.
Her friends kept her shards safe, and after the battle, her light continued to shine and protect Dreamsville.
The director of Clockie and Mirror Princess went on to win several awards, and, from what I understand, swept the Penacony Film Festival circuit that year.
Among the lesser known of Penacony's movies, there was one about a Dreamweaver I was fond of. It was the story of a woman who wove dreams into reality, and kept on weaving them until she had nothing left inside of her. An unfortunate tale, but the Dreamweaver died happy, and her final scene always stayed with me.
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my entire dumb thought needs more explanation than a subject line will allow me, rip,
[ and if so then uhhhh poor them and their apparent rodent problem ]
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Can I trust your discretion, Miss Castorice?
[He needs to show his terrible fit to someone he kind of sort of knows. Yeah, he agreed to it. Yeah, it makes certain people happy. But also. Also. Also.]
2/3 surprise!
3/3
They're normal traps. I can't believe it, but for all intents and purposes they seem to be normal mouse traps.
[And she gets sent a picture of a rat trap in Sunday's hand. In the background are more rat traps. Way too many rat traps. Why are there so many rat traps? Dozens of traps in that picture alone.]
Why would anyone have this many traps? Why would they need this many traps? And, no, I haven't seen any signs of rodents anywhere.
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Perhaps there was a rodent problem in the past? [ Which doesn't really explain why there are still so many scattered about, but ehhhhhhh.
In return, Sunday gets a picture of a clock with tiny little legs in a dusty room. ]
Mister Boothill found a peculiar clock in the room we're in. It seems to be slowly heading somewhere. [ ... a lot of emphasis on "slowly". ]
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[That's written a little too quickly and a sent a little too swiftly, and then Sunday has to consider the fact he got excited over a clock. His life, his choices.
Also.
Boothill?]
Give Boothill my regards.
[Like you don't gotta really but it seems polite to acknowledge the Boothill in the room.]
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Does it look familiar to you?
1/the yappening
Not quite. For a moment I was reminded of Clockie. He is a symbol of Penacony, my home, and a familiar figure from my youth.
I used to watch movies and shows featuring Clockie with my sister, Robin. Those were more innocent times and I remember them fondly. Despite our adoptive father's wishes, the two of us would wake up early on Saturday mornings and find our way to a television, and spend hours watching Clockie.
the yappening/the yappening
But Clockie did not face this danger alone. With the aid of the clever Mirror Princess, they were able to deduce that the monster was nothing more than the Unknown, and with her light they were able to pierce the darkness. Though, it came at a great cost. During the final confrontation, the Mirror Princess was shattered into pieces. However, she encouraged her friends to be brave, that though she is shattered she is not gone, and they used the pieces of her mirror to save the day.
Mirror Princess' brave monologue reduced more than one Penacony child to tears.
Her friends kept her shards safe, and after the battle, her light continued to shine and protect Dreamsville.
The director of Clockie and Mirror Princess went on to win several awards, and, from what I understand, swept the Penacony Film Festival circuit that year.
the yappening never ends
That sounds like a truly wonderful story. I would love to watch it for myself, if I ever got the chance to.
[ Though if she's imagining a Penacony Film Festival: Ellipsa Edition... ] What movie or show was your favorite?
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Among the lesser known of Penacony's movies, there was one about a Dreamweaver I was fond of. It was the story of a woman who wove dreams into reality, and kept on weaving them until she had nothing left inside of her. An unfortunate tale, but the Dreamweaver died happy, and her final scene always stayed with me.
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2/2
My apologies if it takes longer for me to reply. Our surroundings have changed suddenly.