w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

[messy]

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[messy]

[she is immediately claiming a pew to cuddle with her hyenas after the doors slam close.]

Well, good to know it's not even bothering to pretend this is normal anymore...

[cashouts]

[ as a voice coming from another pew: ]

I think it's done trying to lull us into a false sense of security at this point, although we're still trying to system override it, so it might have realized we're in a stalemate.

[messy]

[the way they don't know these pews were overrun by rats earlier]

Fucker should just roll over and let you beat it up with your sexy hacking skills already. [SIGHS...] Any chance the people of, uh, Acquada would let us blow a ship up at their port?

[she is joking but also not.]

[cashouts]

[ a dry chuckle as she lifts one leg to cross it over the other knee. ]

Personally, I'd love it if they did. We could try discussing it with them, honestly, considering our attempts to ditch it with Vespertine's permission didn't work out. [ TCH ] Might consider doing it even without their permission.

[ she's probably also joking ]

[expiries]

[making a face]

It appears that way, yes.

[messy]

I still don't get what it even wants us for...

[expiries]

Hopefully we will figure it out soon.

[teenrebellion]

[ grumbling ]

"Do not panic. Do not resist." Give me a break.

[cashouts]

[ oh, there she is - her hand appears from where she's laying in a pew, and waves in a sort of blasé, annoyed way. ]

At least the church isn't made of flesh. I checked.

[teenrebellion]

[ makes a face and comes over to hang out with her. ]

Anywhere else you've checked? I'd like to know where to avoid.

[frotag]

What

[ somehow, the lack of proper punctuation in his horror at adrastea's words is evident, even though it is simply his voice. ]

[messy]

It's literally the most stereotypical evil shit to say. Like, come on, be for real.

[teenrebellion]

It's seriously right out of a bad TV show. Get better lines!

[inquired]

I suppose it couldn't recover after the blatant tentacled kidnapping, last week.

[messy]

When is it going to learn that we're just not that into it?

[inquired]

Apparently never.

[drymonster]

That's what I keep saying.

[frotag]

[ takes one of the pet and lo, it was twerked bandanas from the pile of shirts left as offerings and tries to put it on one of harley's hyenas. ]

[messy]

[help

the hyenas start growling a little, but harley shushes them as soon as she notices what ichiban is trying to do. he may bandana a hyena.]

[frotag]

[ hell yeah ]

Don't worry, I got one for you too.

[ holds up another bandana for the other hyena! ]

[murdergate]

[ what's that? you were all waiting for nodd to show up and definitely didn't already get to 100 comments wtf. anyway, the relative sobriety of tuesday and wednesday is so gone. he sits in the furthest back pew with a bottle of sake. churfew fit check. he reads something on his i.r.i.s. and pokes his head up on rare occasion. ]

[drymonster]

[ GLARES FROM ACROSS THE ROOM ]

[murdergate]

[ meets his gaze at one point. lifts an eyebrow. maintains eyecontact as he tips his head back to drink directly



from




the





bottle. okay. now looks back at what he's reading. ]

[messy]

[looks between him and todomatsu like ???????]

[murdergate]

[ stop it. do not look at him. he's here for the church. the steeple. not the people. definitely. ]