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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
reception;
[ It's a familiar voice. And, it's coming from a familiar mass-murderer, trying to find a time to chime in through *Mute's killer tirade. ]
...Hi, *Mute!
screams?
[ Hang on. Rolling that audio data back. *Mute's head turns around. Her eyes are very wide. Her lips go very white. ]
You.
[ !!!!!!!!!!!!!! B I T C H !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]
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I'm just glad that I'm not totally on my own! This kind of weird situation is bound to be easier if you've got a friend, right? [They're friends, right? They're friends.]
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Friend. Is a very strong fucking word. For our current positions.
[ Another deep. Deep. Breathe. ]
If this is also somehow your fault. So help me...
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[Hang on. As much as she feels like she knows *Mute through those encrypted logs, they never actually talked like this, did they? As far as *Mute knows, she's still just the villain who destroyed the Mugunghwa.]
--Okay, I guess we aren't really friends? But I want to be! You only ever knew me at my worst, and I only ever learned anything about you way later. I really don't think it'd be impossible for us to get along if we talked through it.
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[ That doesn't make any sense. *Mute remembers; there wasn't enough power to keep them both running, the pilot of the White Princess had to make a choice, and she chose to keep *Mute... *Mute shakes her head slowly, narrowing her eyes. ]
I'm sorry. Please give me one good reason why I should give a homicidal maniac the floor. Otherwise, I am going to go back to solving this my way, and you are going to be grateful that I don't have the time to use these new human hands to rip every last hair out of your head.
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[ Think, *Hyun-ae. What can you possibly say that would get through to her? Or, at least, what would get her to hear her out?
...She just has to say it, doesn't she? Saying it out loud makes her want to run screaming and hide in a dark corner somewhere, yet she perseveres. ]
...They cut out my tongue.
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[ Absolutely do not believe that. *Mute bites her tongue though, narrows her eyes. She's inclined to doubt *Hyun-ae, of course; someone deranged enough to murder the population of effectively an entire small country, down to every man, woman, and child... Well, someone like that might say anything.
But why, though? Kim Hyun-ae was just a girl. This *Hyun-ae is centuries away from who that girl was. What machinations besides some desperate, pathetic plea for sympathy would someone like this have?
... Ugh. *Mute straightens. ]
I find it hard to believe the Kim family — that is your accused party, right? — would stoop that low. They were desperate for power, sure...
[ The rumors about her being completely wild, the sudden change of heart. The complete silence when she became the Emperor's second wife...
... Mute shakes her head. ]
You can't prove it. I'm sorry. We don't have the logs here.
[ ... But they're talking now. That was the whole problem, wasn't it? She hadn't said a word. If there was an actual crime, *Mute would have helped. And now there's nothing that can be done. ]
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[ Evolving from fear, she's moving into anger. *Hyun-ae takes a step forwards as she builds momentum. ]
If I had just "learned my place" or whatever, don't you think I would have spoken at least once? Thanked someone, apologized, said something? Think back through everything you saw and heard! None of it makes any sense until you realize that the Kim family got tired of listening to me, so they shut me up for good!
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[ On one hand, a part of *Mute is viciously satisfied that the bitch can now speak for herself. Good! Let what she says hold up in the Earth Emperor's court of justice, see if her ends justify the means. On the other hand, she is really not making a case for barbaric society being in any way better if she can't hold her end of an argument without melting down.
(Rich, coming from someone having a meltdown not five minutes ago. Look, she's justified in her complaints.)
*Mute reaches out and takes *Hyun-ae by the arms, stops just short of shaking the taller AI a little. *Hyun-ae's hysterical, not a danger to anyone. Gentle hands. (For now.) ]
It makes perfect sense to me because I have no firm concept of what you were like as a person before you arrived at the Ryu estate. Think. There were rumors, yes, but no firsthand accounts. The Kims were highly secretive about the Pale Bride, wanted to make sure she was unblemished before she arrived to marry the emperor.
[ *Mute raises a finger to forestall any more talking. ]
Let me finish. If. What you say is true, I would be incredibly sympathetic. That is a fucking evil thing to do to one's own family. Granted, you killed everyone and everything that gave my life meaning when you pulled the fucking plug...
[ *Mute gasps for breath. Oh. That's what grief feels like in a human body, huh? Oh. Bad shit.
She presses it down and moves on. ]
But it would be enough. Actually, it doesn't even have to be that. Even if we don't live this fantasy you have about being friends, do you realize who you are?
[ *Mute narrows her eyes. ]
You are the last remnant of the citizens of the Mugunghwa. As much as you ruined my entire fucking life, you are the last person I have left to protect. Regardless of how I feel. You don't need to make up shit for me to care about you. Okay? So. Process that — with my AI template, you're welcome — and get back to me when you understand both sides of this negotiation. If the truth is worth that much to you, I'll listen.
[ If the truth is important to *Hyun-ae — and considering the enormity of what she's said, if it's the truth, *Mute wouldn't blame her — then that's something she needs time and compassion to process. *Mute understands this. However, she is still a criminal in *Mute's eyes, and as the highest security authority on the ship under the Emperor, she has a responsibility to be as impartial about the facts as possible, regardless of how she feels one way or another. And that pisses her off because she is livid about it. That is her function, though. And she is a good wife to the Mugunghwa. ]
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The idea that *Mute would care about her, even if it's as the last legacy of the Mugunghwa, is wild and unexpected enough to leave her quiet for a second. She wants *Mute to see her perspective, so the least she can do is try to see this from *Mute's perspective, too. ]
...Okay. I understand. What I did was horrible, and I won't ask you to forgive me for it. Whatever my reasons were, I'm still a mass murderer. I just have to accept that.
[ Deep breath in, deep breath out. No shouting. Be civil, no matter how much it feels like admitting defeat. ]
It's just... I know, I know that not everyone on the ship deserved to die. I know that now, because I got access to all the ship's logs. Before I died, though, back when I was human? The Kim household was my whole world. I barely ever got to interact with anyone from outside. Nobody talked to me about them. As far as I was concerned, the only people who existed were my family, and...
[ Breathe. ]
They didn't notice. That's what really hurt. If it was just being silenced, I could have just hated one person. But the rest of my family never even noticed that I had been mutilated. They just kept talking about how much better of a wife I was being, now that I couldn't talk back to my husband.
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So she listens, biting her tongue so she doesn't interrupt with how little she cares about the way Kim Hyun-ae felt, she is still a murderer, she still decimated *Mute's life. Because *Mute is fair. She's good. She does things right.
And by the end, as angry as she is, as much as she wants to claw *Hyun-ae's eyes out... The anecdote fits into the puzzle. If she never left the Kim compound, if the only good person she'd ever met was the good queen Jae-hwa, and if that was the treatment she'd endured the whole time, not humane, not civilized, not proper, not how one treats a woman... Then *Mute can see it. Kim Hyun-ae would have been stupid, but understandably so. She was a willful child who never properly came to understand the world she arrived in. If the one source of goodness in her life vanished... ]
The Ryu family was my responsibility. Queen Jae-hwa... Well, you know. I reported to her. We were always close, even if she never liked how much I gossiped.
[ ... *Mute looks *Hyun-ae in the eyes. ]
She loved you a lot, you know. And that's how you treated her family, her kingdom. I can fit everything you're saying into a framework that makes sense. I can even rationally tell you that there is nothing contradictory about your account. That is true. But do you understand how hard it is for me to just accept all of this, especially without evidence? That that's how you repaid someone that good and kind to you?
[ ... *Mute closes her eyes and sighs, but when she opens them, she's calmer. ]
If what you're telling me is true, I know it would mean a lot to you for me to believe you. I just can't believe in a case without evidence.
But.
[ *Mute looks *Hyun-ae in the eye. ]
I can, on an interim basis, function as your parole officer. If I can't collect evidence in terms of quantitative data or first-hand accounts, I can monitor you for an account of your character. That's the only evidence I can gather if we're stuck here. Once I have evidence that you weren't acting out of insanity, we can work from there. Do you understand?
[ ... She might not understand. She's just a girl. *Mute can explain it again, though. As pissed off as she is and always will be, she has the time. ]
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She has more that she wants to say. About Queen Jae-hwa. About the inconsistencies of the timeline between them. About how despite everything she knows, she just can't make herself feel bad about what she did.
But no, there's a time and place for that. ]
...I understand. I can't prove my innocence without the logs, so I'll just have to show that I'm not crazy though my actions.
So... truce?
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But. It's fair. In spite of her feelings, it's fair. So she needs to deal with it. The truth is worth it.
(Was the truth about Queen Eun-a worth it...?) ]
Truce.
[ *Mute waits until she can trust herself not to spit the words out, then says it calmly. She waits for herself to settle again. ]
Are you all right? How long have you been here? Do you have food? Do you need a place to sleep?
[ ... AI mode. Look, if *Hyun-ae is now under her watch, she is certainly not going to suffer or die under it. If anything, Queen Jae-hwa would be sorely disappointed with her if she did let *Hyun-ae flounder. *Mute couldn't do that to her memory. ]
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[After that, maintenance might become a problem.]
As for a place to sleep... not really, actually! They said they were out of rooms, so I don't really know where I'm supposed to go right now.
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[ ... Wasn't the pilot sending inquiries on the same topic...? Well. It doesn't matter anymore. (Also, they're on a ship? *Mute was under the impression that they were...
... Never mind.
*Mute frowns at the rest, whirls on the poor, hapless people at the concierge's desk. ]
On top of everything else you fucked up, you people don't have the infrastructure to guide lost guests to a centralized location, which is human resources, logistics 101, I cannot stand any of you —
[ *Mute reaches up and bangs on the desk. Looks like she's redirecting all of her pent-up rage in... a... productive manner. Maybe. ]
Hey! Look at me! I am talking to anyone with enough gray matter to get me a cot for my parolee! It is the least you can do for a fuck-up on this scale! Move it!
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It's fine! You don't have to rip them to shreds about it, geeze!
[ She does not, however, stop *Mute from accosting the clerk. The alternative would be *Mute accosting her, and she's had enough of that for one day. ]