homeless; voicetesting.

[igniters]

( Liz eyerolls. )

I get it. You're chomping through the printed version of canon like you have a comic tapeworm and you think you have my voice down.

Ready for this? You really don't.

Keep at it.

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[hellshaped]

Give the kid a break. There's a lot to slog through.

[igniters]

( Dry, but not without some humor ) She needs to be taking notes, making spreadsheets, doing some mythological research.

Then, maybe I'd cut the player some slack.

[hellshaped]

Mine does that. The research, I mean. Not so much the spreadsheets.

[igniters]

Some of that was a joke, ( she smirks ) but I do need the player to do a little more reading.

Some Lovecraft, some Crowley, throw in a little alchemy for a good time. After that, I'll quit complaining.

[hellshaped]

[He smirks too, in his own way; the thin line of his mouth widens a little bit, curving up at the corners very slightly.]

Liz, I don't think you're capable of not complaining.

[igniters]

( a derisive snort. )

Well. Less complaining.

( The expression that follows, raised eyebrow, quirked lip asks an unspoken: better now? )

[hellshaped]

That's close enough, I guess.

So, does this player of yours have an eye out for a place to send you? Or are you two just getting to know each other? [This is a joke, he's making a joke.]

[igniters]

( She almost laughs. )

The player is dragging their heels in the dirt, figuratively speaking. No decisions until we hit some of our more recent exploits. Starting with ( with an inward cringe - after Cavendish Hall she really hates frogs. Sorry, Kermit. ) our foray into the B.R.P.D. series. War of Frogs, or thereabouts.

[hellshaped]

Oh, sure.

Well, there's a lot of stuff that happens. So you should probably be prepared.

[igniters]

Yeah. I'll batten the hatches when that happens.

[hellshaped]

You can probably handle it. [He hopes.]

[igniters]

You're getting me edgy, HB.

( thin frown ) We'll just change the subject right now before I start ticking.

So. Games. . . .Any suggestions?

[hellshaped]

Sorry.

[He scratches at the small patch of goatee at his chin.] Well, I'm at this magic castle called Paradisa. My player wants me to mention this place called "Exit Void" too, since Abe's over there.

[igniters]

( almost smiling - but it's a stretch. )

Got it. Thanks.

[hellshaped]

[He returns the nearl-a-smile, though his is limited mostly just by the way his face works.]

Sure. Hopefully we'll see you around.

[igniters]

I'll check them out. A place with either one of you guys would be fun.

( She likes the look of the horror survival one. For obvious reasons. )