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nohalation) wrote2018-05-07 10:31 pm
nohalation) wrote2018-05-07 10:31 pm
The Mysterious Evidence
solitaire: "Now then. We are still addressing the whereabouts of the drug ring responsible for trading these bottles of "EVIL." We've rumors, but nothing else to go off of.
"And, moving forward from that, the people yearn for a place for performances, for they wish to pursue the "idol life," whatever that means. But, I hope you all understand that we do have matters more dire than either of these. In fact, I'm just going to talk at length here, I do love to speak, after all."
His wrinkled brow creases. So many creases on his face. This is such serious business.
"A couple nights ago some vigilantes attempted to break in and steal a—a memoir, yes..." He catches himself there. "They failed and escaped. Naturally, they were not a citizen of our kingdom, so they fled to the southern labyrinth.
"We had thought they would leave after such a humiliating attempt… and yet, this morning the farmers were shocked to find every plot of our farmland vandalized and looted. Our people's harvest is gone. It's obvious who did it, isn't it?
"Therefore, I believe it's in our best interests to address the southern labyrinth. Not only is it a great opportunity to explore and claim land that could be fruitful to our kingdom's development, this also gives the lot of you the chance to investigate the whereabouts of our intruder."
Solitaire pauses.
"You do know of the farmland, right? The farmland we use in the room below our very kingdom. Because our kingdom is so cold, our farmers use the land just outside our doors. It's... not OURS, but we use it?" He offers kind of really awkwardly.
"Ah, yes. The farmland that the farmers use to farm. The farmer's farmland. That farmland, right?"
Juno makes a very curious sound! Because no. They did not know about this farmland. At all.
"We have a farmland, and yet." She holds up the bowl of plastic fruit sadly. "And here they are, stealing the hard-earned crops and now we will surely never have real produce in this bowl unless we catch them and make them return what is ours..."
"Or kinda not ours."
"But you know."
"That isn't real?" Juno asks. They had taken an apple earlier.
Solitaire stares at a spot on the wall.
"Yes, yes. That farmland, that very farmland. And, Miss Dusk, you should address your great grandmother about that. She's the one who opted to simply "borrow" the room for farming." He smiles firmly, almost bitterly, wow?
"She's still alive?!"
"I shall not comment! Nope, not me." Solitaire turns his face the other way. He doesn't want to say what he REALLY wants to say.
Dusk looks at the others. "Well, is she?"
"I don't know, do you really want to know?"
Solitaire folds his hands and leans against the table. This old man should probably be directing the conversation a bit better. He doesn't have anything against Dusk personally, but given her familial history, and Slot's amusing commentary…
"Yes, I think so because I was suppose to address her about this, but if I can't, well . . . I guess we'll just have to move on."
"It shouldn't be hard to address her, all things considered. It just matters on if you care if she answers or not."
Juno just blinks.. then takes another apple, one just as fake as themselves. It can't hurt. And it's something to snack on during this Very Interesting conversation.
Solitaire's cracking beneath his straightlaced expression, someone tell the ruler her great grandmother's dead, someone TELL THIS WEIRDO THEY'RE EATING FAKE FRUIT—
Walnut just barely conceals a grimace. Don't they know those are made of plastic?
Why's everyone here so weird?
"Well, that sounds like a waste of time in the end. It sounds like this is an urgent matter, isn't it?" Does she care about her family . . . ?
Solitaire suddenly blinks, and pulls himself from the table. She has a point... but that was harsh. Man, it's fine when he's dragging the family, but when it's the daughter of it all he feels like he should stop this.
Suddenly the door (the one that has a hole in it, have fun repairing that) bursts open. Standing there is is a small maid in a Victorian-esque outfit—the frilly apron, tiny puffy hat, long skirt, etc. Standing out far more than her modest maid outfit is her armor: she wears large copper gauntlets and knee-high copper boots. Her expression is impassive, and she looks over the lot of you with an irritated expression.
"This important business is derailed far too much. Stepfather, have some dignity and get on with this meeting."
Domino bites her lip and narrows her eyes; her voice may as well be laced with arsenic. "I'm not, because a Vacant is supposed to be a servant."
Dusk looks over to Solitaire with more important matters, "you didn't tell us you were an idiot."
"The evidence that points to the farmlands used by the farmers to farm, right?"
"Yes, of course!" Solitaire's the one to interject all too quickly. He's ignoring Domino's glare.
"But, I suppose, there is, some more evidence than that..."
This time Solitaire holds his hand open—it's a piece of silver foil? Plastic, silver foil.
"We found this in the location of the "memoir." Domino decided it was too out of place, and brought it back as evidence! Perhaps she should be a detective instead!"
Domino walks out. Her expression wasn't that of any anger or coiled rage. It was resignment.
"A-anyway, yes, so, this could be helpful! I suppose! Pleasemakeituseofit."
pleasedon'tmakehisstepdaughterupset
Well, it looks like it's time to get down to business. Slot puts a serious face on as he peers in a bit closer to try and get a better look at the foil in Solitaire's hand. "Did they leave this there?"
[everyone analyzes the wrapper but walnut and juno recognizes it]
It's a piece of a chocolate bar wrapper, a popular brand, actually. It's not a common sight, but sometimes merchants wheel it in for the children, eager to make a dime off their parents. The flare of the wrapper edges are the dead giveaway: the edges look like little swords. Even if you don't eat these, it's hard to miss someone chowing down on these. Hey, maybe you've had them, too?
That's right.
This is a piece of a Fantasy Three Musketeers bar wrapper...!
"Oh... Oh, it's candy!"
Solitaire glances over to Walnut in amazement. "Candy bar wrapper? We found a piece of a candy bar wrapper... in the room storing a significant artifact?"
"It's very popular, I've been told!" Juno says, as if the wrapper in itself is a significant artifact, "Sometimes my Stars were able to get me some..."
"I recognize it too." Walnut agrees, glancing at Juno. Then she adds, "Um... If they were hungry..."
That's obviously why it was there. Sometimes people get hungry?
Slot shrugs, not even bothered that he didn't recognize the wrapper to one of his favorite candy bars. Sometimes, you need to have your priorities in order and in this case, candy is more important than the wrapper. "Sounds like they weren't that smart, if they were eating on the job."
"Juno, you truly worry me..." He says it gently, but isn't it kind of mean to say that...?
But, Solitaire nods.
"Eating candy, even if you are hungry, on a mission like that, and leaving traces... such embarrassing ones, too, oh, I cannot fathom the embarrassment they'll have when we shove this in their face!"
...
"In order to do that, we must reprimand them first... yes, it's time."
Solitaire stands up from the table, looking ready to throw someone down. Um, none of you.
"Oh, I'm fine." Juno says reassuringly, not fully understanding why they would be worried over. More importantly: "Um, do we know who we're reprimanding...?"
...
SOLITAIRE SITS BACK DOWN.
"We kinda need to know that."
"I wouldn't know about these candies I guess, I guess. I eat as healthy as I can!" Does she actually eat? But she seems to be fidgeting in her seat, making a face.
"That's too bad, they're really yummy!"
Juno says. While reaching for the wrapper. Like they will eat it.
'Will he eat that too?' Slot thinks to himself, watching Juno.
"Um. Is that really true...?" Walnut shifts her gaze in Dusk's direction. "What about - "
She was definitely planning to imply something incriminating just now, but Juno catches her eye instead.
Are they going to eat that too?
That's not even food. Do they convert plastic into energy? Plastic eater?
Juno takes the wrapper. Juno eats the wrapper. They seem perfectly happy with how it tastes.
"And, moving forward from that, the people yearn for a place for performances, for they wish to pursue the "idol life," whatever that means. But, I hope you all understand that we do have matters more dire than either of these. In fact, I'm just going to talk at length here, I do love to speak, after all."
His wrinkled brow creases. So many creases on his face. This is such serious business.
"A couple nights ago some vigilantes attempted to break in and steal a—a memoir, yes..." He catches himself there. "They failed and escaped. Naturally, they were not a citizen of our kingdom, so they fled to the southern labyrinth.
"We had thought they would leave after such a humiliating attempt… and yet, this morning the farmers were shocked to find every plot of our farmland vandalized and looted. Our people's harvest is gone. It's obvious who did it, isn't it?
"Therefore, I believe it's in our best interests to address the southern labyrinth. Not only is it a great opportunity to explore and claim land that could be fruitful to our kingdom's development, this also gives the lot of you the chance to investigate the whereabouts of our intruder."
Solitaire pauses.
"You do know of the farmland, right? The farmland we use in the room below our very kingdom. Because our kingdom is so cold, our farmers use the land just outside our doors. It's... not OURS, but we use it?" He offers kind of really awkwardly.
"Ah, yes. The farmland that the farmers use to farm. The farmer's farmland. That farmland, right?"
Juno makes a very curious sound! Because no. They did not know about this farmland. At all.
"We have a farmland, and yet." She holds up the bowl of plastic fruit sadly. "And here they are, stealing the hard-earned crops and now we will surely never have real produce in this bowl unless we catch them and make them return what is ours..."
"Or kinda not ours."
"But you know."
"That isn't real?" Juno asks. They had taken an apple earlier.
Solitaire stares at a spot on the wall.
"Yes, yes. That farmland, that very farmland. And, Miss Dusk, you should address your great grandmother about that. She's the one who opted to simply "borrow" the room for farming." He smiles firmly, almost bitterly, wow?
"She's still alive?!"
"I shall not comment! Nope, not me." Solitaire turns his face the other way. He doesn't want to say what he REALLY wants to say.
Dusk looks at the others. "Well, is she?"
"I don't know, do you really want to know?"
Solitaire folds his hands and leans against the table. This old man should probably be directing the conversation a bit better. He doesn't have anything against Dusk personally, but given her familial history, and Slot's amusing commentary…
"Yes, I think so because I was suppose to address her about this, but if I can't, well . . . I guess we'll just have to move on."
"It shouldn't be hard to address her, all things considered. It just matters on if you care if she answers or not."
Juno just blinks.. then takes another apple, one just as fake as themselves. It can't hurt. And it's something to snack on during this Very Interesting conversation.
Solitaire's cracking beneath his straightlaced expression, someone tell the ruler her great grandmother's dead, someone TELL THIS WEIRDO THEY'RE EATING FAKE FRUIT—
Walnut just barely conceals a grimace. Don't they know those are made of plastic?
Why's everyone here so weird?
"Well, that sounds like a waste of time in the end. It sounds like this is an urgent matter, isn't it?" Does she care about her family . . . ?
Solitaire suddenly blinks, and pulls himself from the table. She has a point... but that was harsh. Man, it's fine when he's dragging the family, but when it's the daughter of it all he feels like he should stop this.
Suddenly the door (the one that has a hole in it, have fun repairing that) bursts open. Standing there is is a small maid in a Victorian-esque outfit—the frilly apron, tiny puffy hat, long skirt, etc. Standing out far more than her modest maid outfit is her armor: she wears large copper gauntlets and knee-high copper boots. Her expression is impassive, and she looks over the lot of you with an irritated expression.
"This important business is derailed far too much. Stepfather, have some dignity and get on with this meeting."
Domino bites her lip and narrows her eyes; her voice may as well be laced with arsenic. "I'm not, because a Vacant is supposed to be a servant."
Dusk looks over to Solitaire with more important matters, "you didn't tell us you were an idiot."
"The evidence that points to the farmlands used by the farmers to farm, right?"
"Yes, of course!" Solitaire's the one to interject all too quickly. He's ignoring Domino's glare.
"But, I suppose, there is, some more evidence than that..."
This time Solitaire holds his hand open—it's a piece of silver foil? Plastic, silver foil.
"We found this in the location of the "memoir." Domino decided it was too out of place, and brought it back as evidence! Perhaps she should be a detective instead!"
Domino walks out. Her expression wasn't that of any anger or coiled rage. It was resignment.
"A-anyway, yes, so, this could be helpful! I suppose! Pleasemakeituseofit."
pleasedon'tmakehisstepdaughterupset
Well, it looks like it's time to get down to business. Slot puts a serious face on as he peers in a bit closer to try and get a better look at the foil in Solitaire's hand. "Did they leave this there?"
[everyone analyzes the wrapper but walnut and juno recognizes it]
It's a piece of a chocolate bar wrapper, a popular brand, actually. It's not a common sight, but sometimes merchants wheel it in for the children, eager to make a dime off their parents. The flare of the wrapper edges are the dead giveaway: the edges look like little swords. Even if you don't eat these, it's hard to miss someone chowing down on these. Hey, maybe you've had them, too?
That's right.
This is a piece of a Fantasy Three Musketeers bar wrapper...!
"Oh... Oh, it's candy!"
Solitaire glances over to Walnut in amazement. "Candy bar wrapper? We found a piece of a candy bar wrapper... in the room storing a significant artifact?"
"It's very popular, I've been told!" Juno says, as if the wrapper in itself is a significant artifact, "Sometimes my Stars were able to get me some..."
"I recognize it too." Walnut agrees, glancing at Juno. Then she adds, "Um... If they were hungry..."
That's obviously why it was there. Sometimes people get hungry?
Slot shrugs, not even bothered that he didn't recognize the wrapper to one of his favorite candy bars. Sometimes, you need to have your priorities in order and in this case, candy is more important than the wrapper. "Sounds like they weren't that smart, if they were eating on the job."
"Juno, you truly worry me..." He says it gently, but isn't it kind of mean to say that...?
But, Solitaire nods.
"Eating candy, even if you are hungry, on a mission like that, and leaving traces... such embarrassing ones, too, oh, I cannot fathom the embarrassment they'll have when we shove this in their face!"
...
"In order to do that, we must reprimand them first... yes, it's time."
Solitaire stands up from the table, looking ready to throw someone down. Um, none of you.
"Oh, I'm fine." Juno says reassuringly, not fully understanding why they would be worried over. More importantly: "Um, do we know who we're reprimanding...?"
...
SOLITAIRE SITS BACK DOWN.
"We kinda need to know that."
"I wouldn't know about these candies I guess, I guess. I eat as healthy as I can!" Does she actually eat? But she seems to be fidgeting in her seat, making a face.
"That's too bad, they're really yummy!"
Juno says. While reaching for the wrapper. Like they will eat it.
'Will he eat that too?' Slot thinks to himself, watching Juno.
"Um. Is that really true...?" Walnut shifts her gaze in Dusk's direction. "What about - "
She was definitely planning to imply something incriminating just now, but Juno catches her eye instead.
Are they going to eat that too?
That's not even food. Do they convert plastic into energy? Plastic eater?
Juno takes the wrapper. Juno eats the wrapper. They seem perfectly happy with how it tastes.