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Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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Can't argue with that.

[She knows she ain't supposed to feel right about what she did to Madison, but God help her, it felt so damn good to smash the smug bitch's face in.]

Got a friend back home, Snow, she was good at revenge. Cool. Calculating.

I tend to just eat problems.

[ No, he doesn't anymore, but he does miss those days. ]

Hey, it’s straightforward, simple… I never was very good at schemin’ myself. Rather just fight and get it over with, one way or the other.

[She frowns.]

Though I hope you don’t got any reason to eat anyone here.

I've sworn off sentient beings. It's been near four hundred years since I last ate something intelligent.

Though I could make an exception if anyone gets too stroppy.

Four hundred years! Shit, no wonder you know about immortality.

[ He just might preen a little. He likes recognition. Who doesn't? ]

Yeah, well, I'm pretty old even for my kind.

How long do wolves usually live?

... No idea. Five or six years?

Fables live for centuries with ease. And that's what I am.

Fables? Is that what they call magic folk?

Not magic folk. People from the Homelands. Everyone from Snow and Crane down to Puss and the three pigs.

Like... fairy tales?

Yeah. Fairytales.

Fables.

[She considers this.]

D'you think my people could have been some... I don't know... leftover Fables that didn't get out?

No.

[That simple.]

Sorry, kid, but you're not from the Homelands. You're not descended from the Homelands. I'd be able to smell it.

[She shrugs.]

It was just a thought. I didn't ever meet any other witches until recently. All this stuff is new to me.

You're human. Can't explain where your magic is from, but you're not one of us.

Guess not.

[She turns away from him and focuses again on the plants.]

I'll find my real tribe someday. I know it.

[He doesn't know if she will or not, so he doesn't address it directly.]

I'm going to go back to sleeping in what passes as sunlight here.

That's fine, you're not bothering me none.

[She pours a drop from her vial onto the next plant, which bursts into bright colors.]

It's nice they built this spot. Some sort of nature at least.

[Bigby promptly shoves his nose into the greenery and inhales. It at least smells something like nature.]

'Sa start.

[Misty giggles.]

Kind of how I felt too, when I first saw this place.

[The wolf grunts, apparently settling in to sleep in the warmth.]

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