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SS BISHOP Open Mingle
Who: Team At Least We're Not Pathstone Bishop
Broadcast: Potentially!
Action: The SS Bishop
When: Right now! And other times!
[The ship is still full of bobbleheads, and your augments may or may not be malfunctioning.
So what's going on this fine day aboard the SS Bishop?]
Broadcast: Potentially!
Action: The SS Bishop
When: Right now! And other times!
So what's going on this fine day aboard the SS Bishop?]
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Hello, Henry.
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[...huh, Henry looks different today. does Henry look different today? something about him seems different. she squints at him a little.]
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[ Grinning over the top of it at her. ]
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[...what is it? it's really starting to weird her out. he's not any more magical today...]
Did you... do something with your hair?
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[ Fiddles with it a bit, like he's trying to make sure. ]
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[it's really cu--WAIT SHE SAID THAT OUT LOUD, she covers her own mouth in surprise.]
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So is yours!
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she's starting to blush. pretty bad.]
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[ omg henry PLEASE learn tact ]
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[she reaches for his face. to try and push his face away. with her hand.]
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[ while...being pushed. ]
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[stops pushing his face, stands up, and snaps her book shut with an embarrassed huff.]
I'm going to another room.
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she is straightening. everything.
your tools? arranged by size in a perfect row. your books? straightened. your bowls? evenly stacked. your papers? parallel with the edges of the table. your clothes? folded. your bed? has been made like three times today.
nothing is safe. nothing is sacred.
she also might keep nicking small shiny things and hiding them in her room, but who knows what that's about.]
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So now he hunts her down, eyebrow raising.]
Hey, Krista..? Are you okay?
[He hasn't paid much mind to the broadcasts since arriving at the moons. It's only just now that he's spent more than naptime on the ship since docking.]
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[she looks over at him, halfway through folding up the clothing contents of a shopping bag on the kitchen table...]
Oh, yeah, um. I'm doing okay. I just feel like folding stuff. Isn't that weird?
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--I mean, uh. Do you usually get this... impulsive?
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[she looks down at the pile of clothes. she looks at the shopping bag. she considers dropping this shirt to fold the bag because it's wrinkly and that's not okay. hm.]
...Nope! This is kind of weird behavior. I might be possessed by a cleaning ghost. [almost immediately--] I'm just kidding. About the cleaning ghost. I have no idea what's going on.
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[she very suddenly drops the shirt to clamp her hands over her mouth, surprised!]
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Uh..?
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latest ever
[This is just genuine concern, here. He's not judging.]
i am also pretty late not gonna lie
[she looks, again, at the clothes she's been meticulously sorting and then... embarrassed, fidgets with her hair.]
Well, I feel fine, but this is pretty weird behavior? It's like I'm suuuper compulsive right now or something.