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R2 TDM - boys in the band order boat memes

Hello and welcome to the...

UNKNOWN SEAS R2
TEST DRIVE MEME

Glad to have you aboard! Gone are the musty old dark tones and anxieties of that creepy underwater facility from the first round - welcome to the lap of luxury on your very own Atlantic Cruise. And we mean your very own, too - there's nobody else aboard! Well, except for the Captain, who broke the news to you when you got up about what you have to do here.

The facilities are all top of the line, even if for some reason you just can't seem to get to the other floors of the ship just yet - there's a gym, a pool, a buffet- wait, scratch that, looks like you're on one of our liners lucky enough to have a tie-in deal with Jimmy Buffett himself, which means you get access to all you can eat at the on-board Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville's Jimmy Buffet!

So make the most of your time! Maybe even get a spooky souvenir from somewhere in the B̴͖̈́e̷̟̊̀ṛ̴̩̑̉m̴̺̪̈̈́u̵̧͛̇d̶̗̱̀̔a̸̧̙͗͝ ̶͖̖͑̚T̴̤͝r̷̩͘i̶̟͎͗̈́a̴͍͗̐n̵̥̆͝g̵̮̳͘l̷͔͑ḛ̸̹͒͗ while you're here.

1. Arise from the depths (of sleep)

Hey, you! You're finally awake! Welcome to your modest accommodations aboard... some kind of cruise ship? Look, there aren't exactly a lot of great accommodations offered aboard cruise ships, you get what you get. There's a bed, there's a little desk, there's a vase of flowers... and a beautiful view of the ocean outside your window!

Hope this isn't, like, wildly different and strange compared to where you just were! Oh, also the whole boat is all decked out for New Year's.

2. Room for all kinds of activities!

If you head out to the decks, or just walk around the ship, there's all kinds of things to see here while you wait for the bodies to start dropping! Feel free to make up whatever facilities you like, gyms or shuffleboard courts or even libraries - the Margaritaville buffet is canon, though. That's your canon food option. Hope you like shrimp!

3. Son of a son of a motive

Another Tuesday, another sealed envelope full of fun! Is this finally something worth killing for to get off this boat? Or is it just something stupid and/or embarrassing? Better ask around!

4. A good friend returns

On one of the decks, next to some regular beverage and food vending machines, is... an unmarked one? It only takes these weird coins that sometimes show up in your rooms at night. Sometimes it gives you things from back home! Sometimes it gives you? Little creepy wooden puppets??

5. Wasting away again in... well, a murder

Oh no! Someone is dead! Did you kill them? Are you trying to get the word out? Did you find the body and really need to calm down? Live your dreams, kill who you wanna kill offscreen!

6. Anything else!

There's all kinds of things you might be doing on a boat like this! Don't feel constrained by the options here - live your murderboat dreams!

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[Name: Isabella d'Oro | The Alchemist
Age: 25 | Species: Dragonkin | Occupation: Alchemist, Head Chef, Restauranteur, Adventurer
Likes: Culinary experimentation, alchemical experimentation, control over her surroundings
Dislikes: Bland flavors, uncontrollable chaos, forgetting things
Traits: Arrogant, creative, intelligent
Trivia: Izzy's restaurant has 2 Concord Stars of Hospitality. Izzy herself has a 10,000 GP bounty on her head.]

[1. waking up is the hardest part]

[Whether you're the poor schmuck cursed to be Izzy's cabinmate, or you're within earshot of her door, there's a pretty jarring exclamation for when the dragon arouses from its slumber.]

FUCK! Not again! ... at least the boat isn't upside down this time.

[2. [justin mcelroy voice] i had a case of the mondays!]

[The Margaritaville Buffet.] What a fuckin' travesty. This is really the only food on this ship? 'Luxury', my ass. Gonna write a fuckin'... complaint to management and deliver it personally. And then see if I can get hired, or at least coach their head chef on a better cuisine. [She seriously looks like she's about to headbutt the sneeze guard if this is the only only place to get real sustenance on this floating prison.]

[3. i've got blood on my (family) name]

[As soon as Izzy lays eyes on the envelope, she snarls something incredibly rude in Draconic, and... starts tearing the envelope into shreds.] Fucking. Bullshit! Absolute bullshit! My family is off limits! [She screams to... nobody in particular, hoping maybe the PA system will pipe back to whever is running this sick circus.] Touch a single scale on any of their heads and I will bring the wrath of the entire d'Oro clan down upon you! Fuckers! Aaaugh!

[... sore spot, it seems.]

[6. wildcard!]

[Hit me with any potential murdergame scenarios, or fun interactions, or whatever! Questions and plotting can be directed to me at

kaosblaze, or on Discord at Izzy#6915.]

Are those - ?!

[ Are they? Well, since he didn't actually finish that sentence, who knows. What they appear to be, though, is a set of twelve octagonal stones carved with animal motifs, distributed from the machine in a nice little carrying case, even.

Anyway, whatever they are, they're clearly important to this guy, since he's making a grab to swipe that case out of Flayn's hand. His animal rocks now. ]

[ Valmont pivots toward the young lady addressing him, face heating up at what to all appearances is him getting caught staring at a poster of a teen idol. Which he admittedly was doing, but only out of confusion - not that this girl is likely to see it that way. ]

Dashed if I know! This is the sort of thing people your age are interested in, isn't it? I'm sure it would be much more at home in your cabin, here -

[ And he tries to shove the poster into Mash's arms. ]

Name: Flat Escardos | The Magus
Age: 19 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student
Likes: A variety of subcultures, his professor, his classmates
Dislikes: Exercise
Traits: Energetic, genius, stupid
Trivia: Currently participating in a war in America.

1. arise from the depths
[ well, this was definitely not what he expected to wake up to when that black cloud of disease had taken the three of them. they had just been outside of a hospital and now... what is this place...? a hotel?

wait-- is this some sort of ship?!

flat can be seen leaving his room, looking extremely confused. and why wouldn't he be?

he'll be trying to open the doors to the other rooms too, so if he opens yours...well, he looks a little startled. ]

Woah-- so it's not just me. Are you okay?

2. welcome to margaritaville buffet, have some shrimp
[ you know...flat remembers going to van-fem's casino ship quite a bit, but this is on a whole other level. as he checks out the buffet, he's not sure whether to be impressed or just downright confused by the fact that there's so much food.

he looks at all the food, unsure of where to even start. ]

Who even is out here making all of this food?? Are they like little elves that make it while we're not watching?

3. in the face of impulsive bloodlust, motive is only an afterthought
[ as flat holds the envelope in his hands, his expression is blanche as he reads the note once, twice, and a third time, just to make sure.

... ]

Aw, come on, Captain! [ he smiles, but it's somewhat forced. ] I'm still not going to kill, no matter how many times you ask!

4. a call of death
Hey guys! I found the body!

[ of course, flat would have the fortune (misfortune?) the one to find the body. he doesn't sound distraught, however, his voice and facial expressions level as he takes a look at the body.

if that could even be considered a body anymore. it was cut open horribly, with a great deal of blood pooled around it. flat stands right outside of it, almost transfixed. ]

5. wildcard.
( ooc: i'm open to anything! hmu at

odasaku if you wanna talk about doing a new prompt or just drop it right here! )

Ah - I believe the Captain, in his infinite wisdom, has committed an error this time, Mr. Raines. The gentlemen in this photo are neither my friends nor [ shudder ] loved ones, but merely my employees. As invaluable as their service has been to me over the past few years, should something happen to them, I'm perfectly capable of hiring replacements.

[ It's up to you how much of that you believe, Cid. Especially with how panicked this guy was acting a second ago. ]

That said, if you're implying you plan to make sure this motive goes unrealized, I suppose I ought to commend your forthrightness. If nothing else.

[ The panicked reaction was enough to have Cid look at the man with a brief expression that seemed to hint at how dubious he found that declaration...specifically first that that they're not friends. ]

I suppose I will have no choice but to take your word for it.

[ Surprisingly, he kept the sarcasm far from his voice. Though for the next, maybe not so much. If only because he perceived that he'd been insulted. ]

...I should hope you're not so shortsighted to assume that I'd be declaring my intention to kill someone in front of everyone like this, just because of how thoughtless that would be.

You seemed a much smarter man than to jump to a conclusion like that. Or I suppose that I'm wrong if that is your first thought? It might be barely forgivable if it was your second, but...right now, not so much.

Edited 2020-12-11 07:46 (UTC)

Name: Freyja | Goddess of Love
Age: ??? | Occupation: Queen of Dokkalfheimr
Likes: Freyr, kindness, dark places
Dislikes: Ridicule, those that harm children
Trivia: She has a twin brother; between them, Freyja is the younger.
[II. I refuse to make an LMFAO joke.]

[It's likely clear by now to everyone – including those who haven't looked at the profiles any – that Freyja...isn't exactly from around here; her reactions to things are all a little off, a little strange, and that doesn't seem to be abating any the longer she's on the ship.

But you know what, that's all right today; today is the day that Freyja finally seems to have gotten used to the overly complicated process of walking on board a boat at sea (no, really, why is that so hard) and as such she's properly out on deck, exploring and trying to figure out what to do with so many of the things here. Because the deck has a pool, and the deck has a bunch of markings on it, and the deck also has a rack with some weighted pieces and sticks. And she could do the reasonable thing and try to figure out how to hit the weighted things into the boundaries within the lines – that would make sense, as that's decidedly more obviously some sort of game – but that seems both pointless and less entertaining to her at the moment.

As such, she can be found with an oddly intense expression on her face, launching those weights directly into the pool like she's trying to see how far she can send them before they splash in. She's surprisingly strong for her size – she's all of five foot nothing and those pucks are getting some awesome airtime – and she seems to be paying no mind to anyone wondering...well, what the weird horned lady in the fancy as fuck dress is doing until she's directly addressed.

(As it turns out, people do not commonly have dreams about shuffleboard.)]

[IV. Good friends dispensing new friends.]

[So. Freyja's got an idea of what the steel things on the decks do, and one of them seems to take those odd coins that she's been finding next to her bed. (She may have found this out by way of, like, trying to mash them into everything on this godforsaken boat that even begins to resemble a slot, but shhhh.) It's unmarked, and that in and of itself is strange just because of how gaudy everything here is; she puts one of her coins in, and is looking rather pleased with herself when the machine actually makes noise! Clearly, this attempt is not going to be in vain!

...Granted, she isn't exactly expecting what falls out of it.

It's nothing horrible, or sordid, or grossly inappropriate. (It's not even anyone's severed hand, which would likely count as all three.) Rather, it's a stuffed toy – a fuzzy brown otter, in fact, holding a colorful starfish. She barely even looks at it before unceremoniously dropping it to the ground, looking annoyed at the machine for not giving her something more useful (that isn't hers, after all); she exhales in a huff, as though realizing nothing is forthcoming without more coins, and she turns away to go do something about that – either get more coins or go sulk in her room for the initial attempt being pointless, it's kind of hard to say how productive she'll be about it – when her foot taps lightly against the otter where its lying on its back on the ground, looking up at her.

She looks down. Stares at it for a bit.

...Bends down to pick it up.

She turns it over in her hands for a while before gathering it into her arms a bit more properly, almost-but-not-quite hugging it in a way that implies she hasn't hugged a stuffed animal in her goddamn life; she looks like she isn't sure what she should be getting out of the experience. Just... Rest assured, this is the most bewildered interaction with a toy you've ever seen. She doesn't get it either.]

[V. Somewhere only we know.]

[She should have known this would happen eventually.

She should have known and she should have been ready but the fact of the matter that she didn't, and she isn't, and the first thing that strikes her is how red the blood is.

Freyja approaches the body without really deciding to, and one of her hands is pressed against her chest and the other is reaching out as she kneels down next to the body in question, and she hesitates a moment, fingers curling in toward her palm briefly before she rests her hand on the person lying on the floor, the hem of her dress wicking up blood as she does so. Her eyes are wide, her head canting lightly to the side as she tries to make sense of what she's seeing; the body is still warm, and if it weren't for the utter mess that used to be the back of this person's head and the blood pooling out onto the floor (why is there so much of it? there's never this much in what others' dreams have shown her) she'd think that they were sleeping, enveloped in some sort of dream that she can't see but must surely be all-encompassing, given how they don't...seem to be awakening...

It's then that there's a sound, and she can hear someone coming in behind her, and her hands are covered in blood and so is her dress and her expression is very, very difficult to read when she finally speaks.]

Is this what it always looks like? When mortals die – is this what it...?

[Her tone is almost surprisingly straightforward and unfeelingly blunt; almost as though she's curious rather than upset.]

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[ Mutter. ] I was being facetious. About your intent to murder, I mean - I should hope whoever carries out the deed would be a tad subtler than that. Not about... not being friends with my employees. Because I'm not.

[ He too seems to assume that someone doing a murder is a foregone conclusion. It's a pattern by now on this ship, and if there's one thing he knows about people who do have friends and loved ones, it's that they can be almost fanatically protective of them. You see these things a lot in action when your main nemeses are an uncle and niece duo. ]

You're telling me, man. You have no idea how hard it is to find non-whiny cronies and henchpeoples these days! Even The Cheat keeps complaining about me not offering... [ He raises his boxing gloves, doing an 'airquote' without curling a single finger. ] "Healthcare". What the crap does that even mean?

[ Strong Bad's got his own envelope in his gloves, and though it's hard to tell, he seems pretty similarly distraught. At least tonally. ]

I don't know. Wigs me out.

Edited 2020-12-11 10:55 (UTC)

...I see. Thank you for clearing that up.

[ His expression became less tight but not by much because this was still a shitty situation. Moreover, knowing what they'll need to face this coming weekened...but anyway, he wasn't so far in his own thoughts that he didn't hear what sounded like denial.

Which really wasn't a river in Egypt. ]

Well, I'm sure it'll still be inconvenient to have to replace employees at the least. Though if I had to speak more frankly, I'd much prefer if our incorrigible Captain had the air in front of him replaced with a fist so that when he stepped forward he would walk into it.

[ That was far less funnier and elegant than it was in his head, but...quite an image, no? ]

[ The ship boasted a collection of strange and unique individuals, and he considered this woman to be one of them. Her profile listed already a dubious occupation in of itself...and her appearance was a marked difference than most.

In a place like this, it was an imperative to gain a better understanding of the people who surrounded him, for reasons good or bad. So that was why he didn't walk away when he would were it some...other civilian (could 'Goddesses' be called civilians, though?) ]

You seem a little unsure how to feel about the object you just obtained. But, is it possible you've taken a liking to it? Or have you just never handled a stuffed animal before?

Name: Sylvando | Soldier of Smile
Age: 30 | Species: human | Occupation: circus performer, troupe leader
Likes: Making people smile, dancing, playing the recorder, his dear friends
Dislikes: Mordegon, evildoers, laziness, messy hair
Traits: Loving, theatrical, chivalrous
Trivia: Sylvando once trained under his father to become a knight before finding his true calling with the circus.

1 - awakening

[It's definitely alarming to wake up in a completely unfamiliar place, but Sylvando does his best to take it all in stride. There's no use panicking, right? Besides...he's woken up on a ship! That's familiar, at least! What's unfamiliar, however, is the ship itself.

Feel free to encounter a funnily-dressed man flitting about the ship, checking out all the amenities and overall construction. Sometimes he'll address fellow passengers directly or just muse aloud:]

Wooooow~! Look at this! It's nothing like my Salty Stallion!

[Hello he is a Ye Olde and what are these fancy metal kitchen appliances?? And don't even get him started on the engine room!!]

2 - motive

[It's motive day...and when Sylvando gets a peek of what's in his envelope, his typically unwavering smile disappears entirely. His grip on the envelope and its contents tighten, crinkling them at the edges.

He shoots an uncharacteristic glare at the intercom from which the Captain's voice rang out.]

You leave him out of this!

[Oh dear, is this a hostage motive?]

3 - afterparty

[Well, that trial sure was a shitshow, and everyone could certainly use a morale boost right about now. Sylvando has offered to help in this endeavor, cooking something comforting with some resources from the buffet's salad bar.

For those hanging out in the dining hall, he'll approach anyone who looks particularly lost.]

Mind if I join you, darling? You look like you could use an ear, or maybe even a shoulder.

4 - wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up with something else or contact me at

Arystar. /o/]

Name: Antonio | The Musician
Age: 31 | Species: Human | Occupation: Violinist
Likes: His talents, gambling, wine
Dislikes: His talents, debts, ludicrous demands
Traits: Prideful, Hedonistic, Burnt-out
Trivia: Has a long history of medical illnesses!

1. Oh no...
[ Whoever wrote these stupid profiles neglected to include "gilded cages" as one of his dislikes. He could have sworn he just got himself out of one in the worst possible way, so why is he waking up in another one?! This isn't even a decently sized living quarters, just a tiny room with a tiny window overlooking the water-- ]

What the...? [ Wait. Now that he's actually getting out of bed to check, that sure is the ocean outside and nothing else.

A few seconds later, this lanky man opens the door and pokes his head out into the hallway. He frowns, brushing his long black hair behind his ear as he gets a feeling for his surroundings. ]

... A pleasure cruise? They put me on a pleasure cruise??

2. Poking about.
[ Fun fact. Although the idea of sailing on a ship for fun became popular in the late 1800's, the first ship made specifically for this purpose wasn't built until 1900.

Not only is Antonio from before 1900, he's also vastly unfamiliar with many of the amenities aboard the ship. What are all these different electric machines littered about the vessel? Who is Jimmy Buffet and why is there a perpetual seafood buffet named after him? Why are there a hundred glowing number boxes cluttering up the casino?? WHY DOES THIS SHIP SEEM SO HUGE?!?

It's enough to drive a man to drink! Luckily, there's a strangely decorated bar tucked away in one of the many corridors. He's already poured a bit of what he thinks is absinthe into a shot glass... But oh, there are no absinthe spoons or sugar cubes. Guess he has to make due with a fork and one of these... Weird... Packets of sugar? ]

How do you even get the sugar out of it...? [ He's squinting at the tiny pouch looking for an opening. Absinthe is supposed to be relaxing, damnit! How is he supposed to unwind with all this inconvenience?!

... Maybe someone should tell him he's trying to pour sugar into a glass of lime margarita mix. ]

4. Poor fool, he makes me laugh.
[ Good news. He finally got his instrument back. Bad news... ]

Oh no...

[ Three of the strings are busted, and it did not come with the bow. He lets out a frustrated groan as he puts another coin into the machine. Maybe lady luck will smile on him and give him the means to repair--

Thunk. ] Gah!

[ A wooden doll tumbles out of the machine... It looks an awful lot like him, save for the hideous grin and those black, empty eyes... ]

Urgh... They must be playing a horrible joke on me...

[ That's what this is, this machine is actively mocking him somehow. He has no choice but to take these miserable prizes with him... Though, the doll...

Actually, he'll take the doll to the edge of the deck and prepare to toss it overboard. ]

6. Can you please play me a lullaby?
[ Well... There is one thing he can do to liven things up around here.

Somehow, he managed to get his hands on a perfectly good violin from the ship's orchestra. It did need a bit of tuning, but once everything was ready he set up in a spot that gets a good amount of foot traffic and began to play.

The profile was right, he is rather skilled at this instrument. It would be better if he had a proper audience, but... Could be worse. Maybe you might want to stop and listen for a while. ]

[ Cid had assisted in his own way, by spreading the word, but had taken the chance at some point to sit by himself. It's been a long three weeks, and already it was beginning to feel like they were in for the long haul. To the point where he wondered how they could stop it (if they could at all, came a dangerous thought.)

He wasn't lost in the traditional sense, but definitely lost in thought. So much so that he didn't really hear Sylvando as the words passed through his head. ]

Hm? My apologies, did you say something? I was... a little distracted.

I dun' know, man. This place is like a freakin floatin Plaza Hotel, minus a buncha bumblin Tim Curries scootin all about. Sure, I don't got no emails to answer, but it's also a free vacation with a free pool and free Cold Ones and a free no Homestar.

[There is a very short wrestleman sitting not too far from John, clutching a Cold One in his boxing gloves. He's as kitsch as his surroundings, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt paired with both sunglasses and a dab of suntan lotion on an unseen nose.

The proportion difference between them, if you put any thought into it at all together, is horrifying.]

Gotta 'mit, though. I'm kinda feelin the same way. Methinks it might be time to get up to some random acts of petty mischief.

[ Valmont regards the small gentleman thoughtfully. Somehow, despite "Bad" being right there in his name, he hadn't pegged the guy as being all that villainous. Add that to his general distrust of luchadores, and he hasn't exactly been seeking him out for company, but, hmm. Perhaps he knows something about the bad guy boss business after all. ]

Oh, I think I have some idea. These three are the last remnants of my criminal empire - my only loyal men, apparently. It's amazing how quickly the help deserts you over such petty quibbles as "getting paid on time" and "not wanting to fight a dragon".

[ He's still salty about that second one. Quitting is one thing; defecting to the good side is quite another. And he liked having Tohru around. Useful when you needed to reach things on high shelves. ]

Edited 2020-12-11 18:41 (UTC)

[At the very least, Constantine doesn't blink an eye at Strong Bad's unusual attire and cartoonishly short stature. Why should he? He's met all sorts of characters off the ship, so it should only follow that in an unusual place like this, there would be equally unusual people.

He lets out a snort, poking at the umbrella toothpick sticking out of his drink.]

True. But in the absence of all that, there's the idea that there's something going on behind the scenes that we're not privy to. I don't like not knowing, 'specially if people try to hide things.

[He takes a sip of his margarita. A small grin tugs on the corner of his mouth.]

Still--has anyone really found out what might happen if the rules were broken? Maybe some petty acts of mischief are what we need.

You just gotta outplot the man, man. That's what it all comes down to. Figure out their scheme, then bring it down on them tenfold. Show them who's the real Boss of Sauce.

[Same for him, even if the characters Strong Bad encounters tend to be much more on the "cartoony eldritch" side of things. In the end, at least one of them is normal-looking, and also tremendously attractive.

It's him, by the way. He takes a swig of his Cold One.]

Ooh, whatcha thinkin? 'Cuz I'm thinkin-ba-binkin we get a bunch of that unlimited shramp and glue it under the Captain's door. You know, for safekeeping.

[Constantine scowls slightly, evaluating the man before him. What's up with this guy's sense of fashion? Or, rather, his lack thereof. If this person really wanted to hurt him, he would've done so already. Not very easily intimidated, by the looks of things.

After a moment or two, he tucks the shard into his coat. May as well start filling up his pockets again, seeing as though everything had been taken from him except the clothes on his back.]

Can't be too sure. You don't want to know the kinds of places I've ended up in.

[In far more compromising positions, at that.]

Seems to be a ship of some sort. Getting above deck would probably be the best to figure out where the hell we are. You coming?

[Besides, you know, being in the middle of the ocean. But Constantine has learned that he can't always trust his senses when he's not completely sure of the tangibility of this reality.]

Well, clearly, someone thought otherwise.

[He scratches his chin, staring down at the body. The tiles are clean, so unless someone spent a lot of time scrubbing down the floor, the body couldn't have been moved. Attacked from the front, then?]

Those claws of yours--you ever use them to smack anyone upside the head?

[Scorpia seems too nice to have done this, but, y'know. Covering his bases.]

[She doesn't seem altogether caught off guard, though she does stiffen a little bit at that; her gaze hardens slightly, and when she speaks it's with the tone of someone who seems very straightforwardly confident about something they have no idea about but damn if they're not going to be An Authority on it anyway.]

This is something the mortals use for comfort, is it not? The álfar have no need for such things.

[She says, still not setting the otter down.]

Perhaps the younger ones among us will find use for such a thing, should it turn out to be suitable for such a purpose.

[ Yeah, watch your face-mouth! He is the Baddest of the Bad, both the coolest Cool Guy and the baddest Bad Guy. 'Sides, everyone else here is way freakier than him. Like, fingers? What were you guys thinking with those things?]

Yeah, right? Dragon fights are the worst, but you know what's even more the worst? When they can't draw dragons, and they turn your cool design into real lame lookin' ones. Hard bein' the only one with the brains sometimes.

[His motive has Strong Mad and The Cheat, but honestly? He's pretty sure Strong Mad would just bodyslam the Captain and be done with it. So he's not too worried.]

Also when they don't want to help you with your arson and such. That's pretty crud. That's super crud.

[ Valmont'll believe it when he sees it and no sooner. If he's such a Cool Guy, then why isn't his name Strong Cool, huh??? ]

...I can't say either I or my employees have ever attempted to draw this particular dragon. That I know of.

[ He wouldn't put it past Ratso. ]

Arson, is it? A tad crude, but I can't find fault with taking enjoyment in wanton destruction. If I may say so, it sounds as if your employees are sorely lacking in a sense of fun.

[ Come on, who doesn't like setting stuff on fire? ]

When you phrase it like that, it's enough to catch my interest, but only by an insignificant amount.

[ The assassin's words were said idly as some of the tension in his stance dispersed when the other put away the weapon, but not entirely on account of the fact that he didn't think it impossible to be attacked. Letting one's guard down in a situation like this would be foolish for either of them (or anyone else who happened to be trapped in this unfortunate mess as well.)

...Risotto will give the man another once over before finally turning away from him, satisfied. ]

I am. It wouldn't be wise to linger too long in one spot.

You don't remember anything that would happen to have led up to you being in this situation I assume?

[ And it was at this time that he began to move along so they could mosey properly to above deck. ]

Edited 2020-12-11 20:23 (UTC)

[DO YOU EVEN RHYME, MAN. COOL RHYMES WITH NEITHER SAD NOR MAD! Though, on occasion, he is known to refer to himself as Professor Tor Coolguy to emphasize his cool.]

Yeah, you probably wouldn't have. You would have been there - on the internet watchin' Flash in the good ol two thousand of threes.

[Stop talking about Flash, Strong Bad.]

Nah, they just happen' to prefer me not setting Homestar on fire. Something about not offing the main character. I'd totally trade em for your guys if we get out of this. They're real reliable, and they do whatever I say, so you know it's a cheap as free trade for your dragon-destroyin dudes.

[Now is also not a good time to negotiate a henchman trade, Strong Bad.]

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