SCAWWY ⇢ DAANIEL (LOWE)

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me trying to look up funger memes like what are the chances i'll get jumpscared or spoiled (i gave up)

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week 0, tuesday, cabin

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[ another cabin goer... boothill has waltzed his way inside, carrying a large, empty bucket.

across his chest in bright, red words:

GRAEY NICK CLEMENTINE

he tips his hat, but not enough to keep his eye off of daan. ]

Howdy there. ...Ain't seen you around. Anyway, y'got some utensils t'spare for the barngoers?

[recession]

[ He

looks at this guy. And looks at the text on his chest. What the hell does that even mean. ]

Somehow, despite the small space, it turns out that forty people is a lot to get through. Pleasure is mine, Mr... Boot?

[ HILL OF THE BOOT? ]

Depends on what kinds of utensils you're looking for, and whether you could spare us some hay in return. Think fashioning a broom will make the place a bit more tidy.

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[ GRUMBLE ]

That's Boothill. That muddle-fudgin' profile horse-shirt nonsense. How the fork do you even-

[ SHAKES HIS HEAD and waves his hand. ]

Anyway, go 'head 'n take all the hay you want. Got bales of it after doin' cleanup, [ thumbs to the barn, ] but Miss Ishtar's got a broom y'all could pro'bly borrow if ya bring it back. Got no problem askin' for ya.

[recession]

[ What the hell is this manner of speaking. He has to really kind of squint, thinking and trying to sort out what Boothill's saying through all the botched swearing. ]

Mr. Boothill, then. I'll be alright, if I need a broom that badly I'll go ask Ishtar myself.

Someone played a mean prank on your bulletin?

week 0, wednesday, barn

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[ barn doors are open and boothill is inside! he's sitting on a bale and carving a block of wood with a small fruit knife. it looks like he just started on whatever he's making.

he sees daan arrive nods at him, sitting up taller. ]

There he is. You survived all that fudgin' hubbub earlier?

[recession]

Eventually, I managed to free myself from the crowd that'd formed.

[ Rolling his... eye. Everyone giving Daan their sympathies... thanks... half of you put his name on the bulletin to begin with. ]

...

[ He doesn't know anything about cowboy culture because America kind of doesn't exist in his world but this picture he's seeing weirdly feels right. ]

Carving something?

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[ boothill also has one visible eye... brothers

anyway. he lifts up the little wood piece and tips his head. ]

Tryin', anyway. Used ta' pass the time that way back on my homestead. Been a while though.

[ he stands, sets them both on the nearby table, and reaches down to pick up his liquor handle. it's already near the bale and halfway-drunk. ]

You wanna talk about it or just drink? [ grabs two glasses. ] We can shoot the shirt 'bout anythin'. Don't have to be yer life story.

[recession]

[ HELP HIS PG FILTER!! ]

I'm afraid my life doesn't have much interesting to tell, Mr. Boothill. Though of course, I'd be happy to hear you share, and I'll at least try to share in kind.

[ He'll seat himself opposite to the robot cowboy on another bale of hay. ]

Alcohol, though, I can talk about.

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[ pours him a glass!! ]

People 'round here seem to think otherwise when it comes to you.

[ he walks over and offers the cup. once daan has it, he takes a seat and kicks back his own drink, ending with a satisfied sigh. ]

Yeah? What's yer preference?

[recession]

Wouldn't you think that if I have nothing to tell, then that might speak for itself?

[ Maybe that's why he's Sadman. ]

Old-fashioned, personally. Easy, and classy.

[ He swirls the glass a bit, looking at the alcohol. Is this the FABLED HIMMEL 40? ]

W5, monday

[recession]

[ We're in the BOP to the TOP because of course we are!!! Daan can be found rummaging around in here, straightening with a bottle of something and giving off the aura of being faintly pleased. This place reminds him of the PRHVL Bop, the only place where he got even a moment's solace in Prehevil and a long while in general. Even the name is close enough. He'll glance up if Boothill enters, setting the bottle down on the counter. ]

I take it this is different from the bar you were mentioning before? Does it compare better or worse in your eyes, having been here for longer?

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[ boothill whistles as soon as he walks in bc this place is FANCY for a mall addition. he's definitely not expecting to see daan inside of it. ]

Well, butter my fudge. We ain't got a place like this anywhere, no sir. I was shackin' up at Heaven's Night over near the apartments, but I've just found myself a new hidin' place.

[ he props an elbow on the bar counter. it's definitely the morning but he doesn't care. ]

What's on the menu here? You don't happen to have a bottle of Asdana's White Oak hidin' somewhere, do ya'?

[recession]

[ They all deserve to morning drink after all they've been through!!! ]

Well, let's see. This 1850 Vatican definitely has potential in my eyes, but looks like our options are quite varied this time around.

[ Rummaging around some more and then...

...

...Oh!

He straightens with one labeled indeed, Asdana's White Oak. ]

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[ stops himself from slamming his hands on the counter ]

No forkin' way. Do you know what kinda liquid gold you got there in your hands?

[recession]

By your high praise, I'm starting to get the idea.

Care to allow me to do the honours and perhaps even learn for myself?

W6, monday

[recession]

[ Hello Mr. Boothill how are you. ]

...An eventful Monday we've been having, but hopefully we don't let that distract from the fact that we must be at the sub-two week mark.

[shirtbag]

[ hello mister daan, he has emptied lucas from his ita bag somewhere safe presumably... ]

Gotta be. That means more of 'em are gonna be comin' out here soon, and we gotta find our way back to whoever's left 'fore the cult gets ahold of 'em.

[recession]

Or we find a way to get them to us, as unpleasant as that scenario is and what it entails.

[ Mass murder... yaaay... ]

Doing alright, there? Our overall morale very much comes and goes.

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Nehan keeps sayin' we gotta be careful 'bout how many go at once. Guess we only gotta be careful a lil' bit longer...

[ he swallows and shakes his head. ]

Up and down, like ya' said. Angry at this fudgin' place, most of the time. Can't wait to give some cult ash-voles the lead headaches of their forkin' lifetimes for all they done.

[recession]

Yes, the whole thing about there being too many going at once will leave the cult with heavy suspicions. On the other hand, the final week means preparations will have begun proper and it'll be much harder to rescind it or make any changes.

[ Ash-voles... ]

You and at the least, two-thirds of the rest of this group... and the other remaining just aren't cut out for violence is the only reason why.

w6 saturday

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[ boothill is back in bop to the top somehow, probably sometime after essek returns. he slides into the barstool in front of daan.

even though he's a robot, he just looks worn out. ]

I'm gonna need somethin' stronger than what you gave me earlier. Preferably somethin' that's gonna put me under the table or burn me alive. ...How you feelin', Daan?

[recession]

I think we can arrange that, but it won't taste as good in turn.

[ Sometimes you just gotta get fucked up on Everclear or something. ]

Fine, which I suppose might be a good thing or bad thing now depending on how you look at it.

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I think I can handle it. I'm made of tougher stuff than most.

[ lol. anyway give him the everclear daaniel ]

Just fine? Ain't upset? Angry enough to go punchin' holes everywhere you look?

[recession]

[ Here Boothill. All the fucking vodka martinis a man could ever want. ]

I don't think I could be angry enough to punch a hole in the wall even at my best, Mr. Boothill. It just isn't really my thing.

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[ :AMEN: honestly though, whatever daan gives him he will down. ]

No foolin'. How angry can you get then?

[ he smiles a little, rueful, trying to pull a joke out of nothing because he's so upset. ]

You never knocked someone's lights out before?