Breaking Point

BenedictoBenedicto Tentacles Errywhere!Posts: 568Member ✭✭✭✭✭
edited April 2014 in Roleplay Logs
So, I've been posting the majority of my logs via logsty in the "Chronicles of Benedicto" thread, but I was so happy with the outcome of this particular log that I wanted it to have it's own thread. It ties in with a couple of different arcs, one being Bene's as seen heeere. The other being between Emelle and Ingram some of the aftermath of which can be seen here. I just want to say a massive thank you to @ingram. He was an amazing sport and he's such good fun to RP with.

There is no scene. It just begins as posted.

Ingram tells you, "Bene.. Benedicto.. Benedicto! Hey, you are about. How're you?"

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "You have the nerve to speak to me in such a happy-go lucky tone? I know what you did to Emelle."

Ingram tells you, "So? You told someone to slaughter their unborn child. Who's innocent? How're you?"

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "That is none of your damn business. I can't bel-...what is it that you want Ingram?"

Ingram tells you, "Company."

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "..company."

Ingram tells you, "Yeah. Someone to share a drink with. I'm great to talk to! You'd have fun."

Ingram tells you, "We can discuss miscarriage poisons or something, if that'll incline you further."

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "Fine. I'll meet you. But only because I'm curious as to what's prompted the invitation. Lonely? I doubt it very much."

Ingram tells you, "Everyone's a prisoner to it sooner or late, Benedicto! Where?"

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "You pick."

Ingram tells you, "Ooh, all right. Meet meeee."

Ingram tells you, "In Delos."

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "The Shining Trident?"

Ingram tells you, "Don't unicorns with me. Somewhere else. Just get here and step in line as I lead you to a magical, wonderful place of mystique."

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "Wouldn't dream of it."

You tell Ingram M. Tenor, "Unicornsing with you, that is."

Ingram tells you, "No I got it."

On the Delosian Bridge - the Isle of Delos
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. A small wooden sign is here, several words having been carved upon its surface. Sporting a potbelly, Jhugyr, the Tsinkin mayor stands here. A glowing golden crown bound by chains sits atop a marble pedestal here, armaments scattered about its base. His apron stained with wax, Phillip Tallow, the candlemaker, is here. A black, murky mist has settled here. Ingram M. Tenor is here. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and an iron-tipped whip in his right.
You see exits leading north (closed pine door), northeast, east, southeast, west, and in.

Ingram
He is a typical Human and an overall slim individual. Standing just over six feet, he poses a clean-cut and neat appearance. His countenance is paled, drawn with two calm, mahogany eyes that rest above a commonplace nose, and his narrowed face ends in a wide mouth with a long jaw. Combed neatly back and parted to the right, his medium-cut hair is almost meticulously cared for. His skin is absent of any tan, and he generally holds himself with a polite and proper demeanor. A half-severed ear on the left side of his head distracts from the general picture of his visage, and a deep, slender scar travels from the top of his hand to the palm. He walks with the blessing of Maghak. He walks in the favor of Maghak.

                         (worn on a finger) : the Aetolian bicentennial ring
        (Slipped over his left ring finger) : a polished gold wedding band
                         (worn on the back) : an elegant sable quiver
                    (slung over a shoulder) : a barbed bone darkbow
          (Sleeves rolled up to his elbows) : a stiff-collared, crisp white shirt
                          (Tailored to fit) : a pair of black tuxedo trousers
                                     (pack) : a sturdy pack with a silver clasp
                         (worn on the feet) : a pair of formal black shoes
                           (over the torso) : an elegant black blazer coat
       (Straight and snug under his collar) : a stark red necktie
                       (covering the torso) : a black waistcoat
                       (around both wrists) : a pair of gold sovereign cufflinks
Benedicto
He is a stalwart Yeleni and is clearly a creature born of the Maelstrom. His face is wan and stretched, water-like veins clearly visible beneath pale, thin blue skin. His broad features are characterized by sharp cheekbones and a square chin, a haggard, sunken set to his countenance emphasizing piercing pearl-white eyes. Thick tentacles of an off-white color form his hair, pulled back in a bedraggled tangle, while his body itself is covered in midnight-blue scales. Shifting to an electric blue under direct light, silvery lines cut through the plating, tracing out a massive network of scars across his entire body. The bones of his large wings are covered in the same dark scales that decorate the rest of his form, but when fully unfolded and stretched to their full span, the same translucent skin as that between his fingers can be seen. His body is well-muscled and toned, although a faint tremor seems to riddle his movements, giving him an uneasy, wavering sort of cadence to his steps.

            (worn loosely around his waist) : a slender, low-slung black weaponbelt
        (worn upon the wedding ring finger) : an entwined feathers and starstone wedding band
       (embedded in the flesh of his chest) : a coral-covered pendant
           (worn on his right index finger) : a phoenix signet ring
      (worn wrapped around his right bicep) : a black armband bearing the crest of the Sentaari
           (worn snuggly over his knuckles) : spiked knuckles
             (tied loosely about his waist) : a lustrous black and gold belt
                 (Covering his entire body) : a cascading Slyphian robe with a silver dolphin motif
 (Seen beneath the hem and gap of his robe) : rustic, fur-lined gray fullplate

Ingram swivels at the waist, hands pocketed, to peer at you with a quickly rising smile.

-Movement-

Ingram M. Tenor says, "Bum bum buuummmm."

-More Movement-

Ingram M. Tenor says, "Bummity bum de bum."

Ingram M. Tenor says, "Let's see if it still..."

A lofty, brass catwalk - the Monolith
In warm tones, a mural of a bedchamber is slathered across one of the walls. Ingram M. Tenor is here. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his eft hand and an iron-tipped whip in his right.
You see a single exit leading down.

Ingram approaches a garish mural of a bedchamber, the painting parting like liquid around his fingers as he steps through.

You follow Ingram to the ether.

Throne - the Monolith 
This throne room is split into two halves. The eastern side is draped in gray cloth, corners filled with shadow, furniture minimal and purely functionary. Even the torches that hang on the massive columns tracing the edge of the center walkway seem to exist dimly. In contrast, the west is vibrant, filigree and color, bright and painted. Furniture stretches up and wide, adorned with leather and carvings. Tables are littered with books and paintings and literature. Everything is draped in a violet motif. To the northern wall, set in the stone floor as if landed like a meteor from the sky with crushed tile and ground around it, is a colossal throne. Its back climbs almost to the distant, vaulted ceiling and the left side is plush, purple, and bound in cushion. The opposite is flat, grey stone. A large war turtle stands here. Ingram M. Tenor is here. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and an iron-tipped whip in his right.
You see a single exit leading out.

"Ta-da!" Ingram exclaims with his hands thrown and held up in the air, above his head. He spins on a heel to stare at you wide-eyed with a triumphant smile, as if displaying his accomplishment. His feet move him backwards towards the end of the room, nearer the throne.

You have emoted: Benedicto eyes Ingram with obvious suspicion from atop his war turtle. As you step through the painting, his gaze is drawn away from Ingram to stare, wide-eyed about the new location. "Where are we?" He asks, eventually turning back to Ingram, his expression one of mild curiosity.

With a swaying foot, Ingram's direction is shifted to the opposite, walking as normal again while letting his arms drop to smack against his sides. "Old gift from Omei," he calls back over his shoulder with a voice that echoes from the quiet walls. "It's mine, for the time being." His voice drops to a mutter as he says, "Until She wakes up."

Stopping at the throne, Ingram spins again and plops down on the stone and bleak side, reclining back.

You have emoted: "And She just....-gave- this to you?" Benedicto asks with an undertone of disbelief. His stare following Ingram as he reaches the throne. He slowly lowers the reins of his trusty steed and hikes one leg over the shell in preparation to slide down.

You have emoted: Benedicto slides gracefully from the back of a war turtle and lands easily upon the floor. He begins to move cautiously towards Ingram, his entire demeanor clearly signaling his suspicion of him.

Ingram shrugs faintly, dropping his elbow on the armrest and propping his head up with a fist under his chin. "Long and short of it. I imagine the gift will be eagerly rescinded eventually," he answers, eyes on you. He falls into a moment of stillness and quiet, not even blinking, before he snaps into animation again shortly after. Sitting upright, he flicks a hand about and says, "Can you guess what it represents? Kind of a metaphor painted with broad strokes. Really, nobody should be surprised I was going to abandon and leave." He pauses again and flicks his recently departed gaze back to you, and with a tone crafted from sincerity, he adds, "Although I wish I had done things different with Emelle. I've three regrets. Leaving Spinesreach, leaving the Syssin, and leaving Emelle."

Ingram M. Tenor says, "At least, the way I did."

You have emoted: "Is this a confession? An unburdening of your guilty soul?" Benedicto replies, his suspicion allayed somewhat as he absorbs Ingram's words. He looks from the vibrant, color-infused half of the room to the grim, grey, almost featureless one. "I can guess what it signifies. Someone who has two halves to them. So different and irreconcilable with each other that they essentially have to exist as two entities." He watches Ingram sidelong as he walks towards the brighter side of the room, his large strides crossing the distance easily.

"No, that was an explanation. I did what I did, and while I wish I did it different, I seek no.. forgiveness for it, no pat on the back saying it's all okay. Not from you, anyway, but don't think of that as a reflection on my opinion towards you," Ingram rambles out at break-neck with a faint smile. He hops up from the throne and jogs up to the relative middle of the room. "C'mere, you won't want to be standing there in a second. So how're you any Moirean?" he asks without a segue, eyes closing. His brow furrows a touch in focus and the room begins to...twitch. Torches flicker and dim, walls waver, tabletop items melt.

You have emoted: Benedicto halts mid-stride, his eye-scales raised in surprise, as the room begins to shift and dissolve. "Mm. Good advice." He mutters as he watches the almost nauseating dissolution of the room. He stands in silence, plainly ignoring Ingram's question until he answers with one of his own. "What business is it of yours?" He turns his head to glare at Ingram, his pearl-white gaze hinting at the barely restrained anger within.

"It's my curiosity," Ingram says, smiling distractedly. The shifting increases exponentially, distortion pacing up to an abrupt blink and the man opens his eyes with a flourish of his hands, mouth open as he hisses out an "Aaaah!"

The air grows thick with energy, pressing goosebumps through your skin. When it passes, things are not as they were before.

Stars - the Monolith
You stand upon a floating glass platform, transparent to the point of near-invisibility and flawlessly smooth as well as flat. Around it resides the endless expanse of the stars with pinpoints of light to highlight the explosions of multicolored cloud nebulas, provide framework for spinning galaxies of spiral and elliptical forms, and to dim in fear of growling suns painted a deep orange at the end of their time. In the distance a blue, colossal star is torn asunder as it is drawn off and pulled into a swirling vortex of black that consumes with immeasurable force, and what remains basks you and anything in the general vicinity with a rich blue tint. These sights are occasionally distracted from by the odd comet to sail brightly past in a speedy arc. In every direction is a backdrop of darkness painted with the natural beauty of infinite 
shapes and countless colors. The only aspect marring the immersion of this spot is a table seated in the center of the platform with chairs adorning either side. A large war turtle stands here. Ingram M. Tenor is here. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and an iron-tipped whip in his right.
You see a single exit leading out.

You have emoted: "Dhar's Balls!" Benedicto exclaims, staggering back and looking down wide-eyed. He lifts his head and his eyes move anxiously around, taking in the wheeling of the stars overhead, the explosions of the colorful nebulas. Behind him, his war turtle chews absently on some unknown substance, completely unperturbed.

Ingram slips his hands in his pockets again with a faint, pleased bounce off his heels. He turns his head to glance over at you as a lopsided smile stretches his face, teeth scarring up the right side of his cheek.

You have emoted: Benedicto finally regains a shred of composure as he gapes at the sky overhead. "Impressive." He admits attempting to sound casual. "Did the Dreamer...sorry...the -Artist- come up with this for you?" He manages to draw his gaze away from the impressive sight above to look at Ingram's satisfied smile.

"Largely. I don't even know what half of this is.." Ingram murmurs in reply, brow arcing as he scans about. "Or if it really exists anywhere." He shrugs and moseys up to your side, head turning and craning to meet your gaze. "It's a little much. Want to see my favorite?"

Ingram murmurs to you, "The next one is all Ingram."

You have emoted: Benedicto moves to steady himself on the stone table, all suspicion forgotten to be replaced with evident excitement and curiosity. With a nod to Ingram, he grips the edge of the table tightly, readying himself for the next change.

Ingram claps his hands together before rapidly rubbing their surfaces against one another. "Okey-dokey, here we -go."

The air grows thick with energy, pressing goosebumps through your skin. When it passes, things are not as they were before.

Near a handsome statue - the Monolith
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. You stand on a flawlessly flat and smooth floor of mirrored glass, seeming to extend infinitely into the distance. A cloud-dotted blue sky sits above to reflect from below your feet. Only one thing beyond your footing breaks the perception of floating in a planet without land, and that's the colossal statue not too far away. It towers to the height of fifty men and depicts, with expert precision detailed in its granite, the form and visage of Ingram Tenor. He stands with a fist planted on his hip, a gleefully approving squint in his eyes that gaze up above a grin, and an arm extended out to the sky with his fist in a thumbs-up. Carved over him is an impeccably fitted suit. Vest, tie, cufflinks and all. A large war turtle stands here. Ingram M. Tenor is here. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and an iron-tipped whip in his right.
You see a single exit leading out.

Ingram's clapping resumes and continues draggingly, face flat as if reviewing a professional movement with professional appreciation.

You have emoted: Benedicto gives a hoarse cry of terror as the table dissolves and he pitches forward. He flails his arms helplessly, his visage twisted in pure, visceral fear. That is, until he hits the mirrored glass floor with a dull thump. He pushes himself upright rapidly, gawping at the infinite impression of sky. As he does so, he spots the statue in the distant. "Oh, come on now." He manages to croak, squinting his eyes at the colossal work. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"A perfect world, this has become," Ingram muses on the back of a sigh. He drops his hands back to his sides and rolls a shoulder forward before finally dragging his eyes from the statue in the distance. "Hey Benedicto?"

You have emoted: Looking away from the statue with a vague expression of distaste, Benedicto responds to Ingram with a slight "Mm?" of acknowledgement.

CONTINUED BELOW

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Comments

  • XeniaXenia Posts: 900Member ✭✭✭✭✭
    This was such an amazing read. 
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    AryanneLin
  • IshinIshin Retired Lurker VirginiaPosts: 1,753Member, Guildmaster ✭✭✭✭✭
    So THAT'S how Ingram got himself unicorns up :D
    Tell me and I forget, teach me and
    I remember, involve me and I
    learn.
    -Benjamin Franklin
  • IngramIngram AlaskaPosts: 305Member ✭✭✭✭
    Yeaaaah
  • BenedictoBenedicto Tentacles Errywhere! Posts: 568Member ✭✭✭✭✭
    Toz said:
    Awesome log, but I'm beyond cracking up at the mental image of someone hopping onto a war turtle to 'make a fast getaway'. Rider leaned forward as if into the wind, inching along at a snail's pace, spurs digging into the sides of the shell, riding crop swatting against the thing's back as he chants 'HYAH, HYAH, HYAH' over and over again.
    Hey man, it is not just a turtle. It's a war turtle. Bred for speed, toughness and strength. It can gallop away at OVER 9000mph.

    XavinSolariaTeani
  • SolariaSolaria Charlotte, NCPosts: 522Member ✭✭✭✭
    edited April 2014
    Hey! There have been some fast snails out there! (Since he said it'd be going at a snail's pace, and I tried posting before Bene replied)

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    HavenAreka
  • XavinXavin Posts: 1,426Member ✭✭✭✭✭
    Benedicto said:
    Toz said:
    Awesome log, but I'm beyond cracking up at the mental image of someone hopping onto a war turtle to 'make a fast getaway'. Rider leaned forward as if into the wind, inching along at a snail's pace, spurs digging into the sides of the shell, riding crop swatting against the thing's back as he chants 'HYAH, HYAH, HYAH' over and over again.
    Hey man, it is not just a turtle. It's a war turtle. Bred for speed, toughness and strength. It can gallop away at OVER 9000mph.
    You can make it faster by painting racing stripes and lightning bolts on its shell.

    SolariaBenedictoAryanne
  • MoireanMoirean Chairmander PortlandPosts: 5,612Member, Newbie Helper, Guildmaster ✭✭✭✭✭
    Very nice read. I like how Aetolian men try to play the big-bad protectors, and end up going all sorts of nutty. I'm really enjoying all these plots and stories and how they all intertwine.
    The Divine voice of Razmael echoes in your head, "God of imps."
    Eugenides says to you, "Imp, Are you sure you were not born a Troll?"
    The Divine voice of Arion echoes in your head, "Every time I try to punish you for being so flippant, I find Myself laughing instead."
    Hugo has expressed his esteem of you for the following reason: Being a badass leader.
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  • BenedictoBenedicto Tentacles Errywhere! Posts: 568Member ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited June 2016
    It's been a long time since the above happened and I just thought I'd post this little snippet that is the first interaction Bene has had with @Ingram since the above RP log (I love him so much).


    The Broken Tower Tavern.
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    An incineration alcove has been set into the wall here, blazing with obliterating heat. Darxa, the
    Orc bartender is at work serving patrons. There are 2 Orc youths here. There are 2 Daru firebrands
    here. A scarred pine dartboard hangs on the wall here, battered from long use. There are 2 Ascendril
    mages here. There are 15 shrouded Kingbound soldiers here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
    rectangular monolith is on the ground. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Ingram
    is plopped into a chair here, shoes kicked up onto the tabletop before him and crossed at the ankles.
    He wields a buckler in his left hand and a solid obsidian tankard in his right. You see a sign here
    instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
    You see a single exit leading west (open pine curtain).

    Ingram flings his arms up, pointing to the ceiling, and exclaims with a broad beaming happy grin,
    "BENE!"

    Ingram says, "As stalwart and bold and handsome as ever."

    You have emoted: "Don't start with the insincere flattery Ingram." Benedicto declares as he stands
    opposite Ingram, the table where Ingram's feet rest between them. "You seem to have made yourself
    right at home."
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds

    "As much as any pub in th-- Insincere?" Ingram says, voice shifting from a drawling explanation to a
    sharp question. His brow is dipped in a hard line and he swivels to drag his heels from the tabletop
    so he can plant them on the ground and lean forward over the surface before him, finger pointed at
    you. "I can wholly understand where a situation like this would have the man in -my- role being a
    sarcastic, disingenuous dick, but no... no-no-no-no this is anything but, and I need to be perfectly
    clear in that I am being -very- sincere, Bene." He straightens up, face as serious as his tone,
    which is completely without waver. "I've missed you."

    You have emoted: Benedicto folds his arms tightly across his chest as he listens, his own brow
    furrowed disapprovingly. "Why are you being so upbeat? So jovial?" He uncrosses his arms as he leans
    towards Ingram, his fists placed atop the table. "The last time we exchanged words this-" He runs a
    finger along the neat scar that decorates his left cheek. "-happened. Why would you be so glad to
    see me?"
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds

    (Tells): Zaila tells you, "I must have just had your weirdass mug on my mind when I sent it or some
    unicorns."

    (Tells): You tell Zaila, "Clearly you had me on the brain. No, I won't forward it. Mostly because I
    fed the bottle and it's contents to the nearest humgii."

    (Tells): Zaila tells you, "Well /that/ was rude. What if it was a gift to you? To rub down Couldamom.
    Dad tells me that'd what she's in to. You should have given it a shot."

    That was a bad time for me. I should not be--

    Ingram sits back in his chair with an idle creak from the weary thing, his hands folding in his lap.
    "What did you think I wanted? .. Well." He clears his throat and shifts to the side with a scoot of
    his unicorns backwards a bit before straightening again. "Didn't necessarily want preCISEly what I got,
    but the core of it was there. Now, details have grown a bit hazy with time, and as fond of that
    little marring your face got, I'm much more amorous about the reaction. I think where you got during
    our balcony bonding was where I wanted you to be. Again, with some refinement, like me being
    relatively unharmed, but alas."

    (Tells): You tell Zaila, "Hah. Nice try, but I've been at the receiving end of sharper and more
    intelligent ripostes than that."

    (Tells): Zaila tells you, "Ooh, look who grabbed a thesaurus. I am so proud."

    You have emoted: Benedicto scoffs at Ingram's words. "Where you wanted me to be? I assume you're
    referring to mentally?" A faint smirk creases the corner of his lips. He shoves himself upright
    causing the table to groan and crosses his arms once more. "I don't mean to burst your bubble Ingram,
    but you had very little to do with my actions that day. Your words were a catalyst for something
    else." His face clouds with the memory. "That is all."
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds

    (Tells): You tell Zaila, "Again, you use a club where a slender blade would work much more effectively.
    You can't even begin to know the chinks in my armor girl. Come back when you've learned a thing or
    two."

    Ingram rolls his eyes with a stupid grin before swatting both his hands in your direction. "'That is
    all'. You make it sound so trivial. All that raw, exploding emotion! All that ferocity and anger and
    violence! At the time, I'll confess, I was in agony and wanted it to stop. Now I just feel proud
    that I was there to, granted, be the measly straaaaw for the camel's back.. but also to take the
    brunt of that emotion. It was a unique experience that I think has linked us in a special way," he
    murmurs out, dropping his chin on his palm.

    (Tells): Zaila tells you, "Trying to give me tips on how best to needle you? You Southerners are so
    generous. Should I come over so you can give me a hands-on demonstration?"

    (Tells): You tell Zaila, "I'd prefer it if you kept your hands and anything else attached to them a
    good distance away from me."

    You have emoted: Benedicto seems to mull this over as there is no response at first. His expression
    is almost thoughtful as he eventually states, "You may be right. It was a 'unique' experience and
    for some reason, I do linked to you somewhat." The frown returns. "Though don't go getting any funny
    ideas that we're an item now. Your daughter mentioned that she wasn't overly sure you didn't enjoy
    the occasional sausage."
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds

    Ingram stares at you rather flatly, neutral. He does say, simply, "I do enjoy unicorns from time to time.
    Well, did. Alas, I'm actually committed to this marriage."

    Slowly drawing a hand down from his forehead, Ingram silently lips out as he stares almost
    unblinkingly at you, "Mind, body, heart."

    You have emoted: Bemusedly, Benedicto stares at Ingram before he clicks his tongue against the roof
    of his mouth. "I am being hounded to attend some form of ridiculous meeting. I wish to carry on this
    conversation." He ponders this for a moment. "Not about you taking unicorns, but just about what you're
    doing here. Whatever this-" He waves his hands back and forth at the two of you "-is."
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds

    Ingram's lips split to slash his face with teeth as he beams at you. "I look forward to it. I've
    missed you and this was but a taaaaaaaste, -Bene-."

    You have emoted: It is hard to decipher the expression on Benedicto's face as he gives a faint nod
    of farewell. He silently moves away from the table and towards the exit.
    Balance Used: 0.93 seconds


    Also <3's to @Zaila for being almost like a sidekick to her dad, however accidental it might be. Loving our interactions.
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  • ZailaZaila Pacific TimePosts: 289Member ✭✭✭✭
    Hahahaha, I totally had no idea he was RPing with you at the time, that's great. Also, you missed the market tell that was just for you!

    (Market): You say, "Looking for a taxidermist. Must be able to stuff hands without making them look fat."

    (I am loving the interactions, too)
    Benedicto
  • BenedictoBenedicto Tentacles Errywhere! Posts: 568Member ✭✭✭✭✭
    Zaila said:

    Hahahaha, I totally had no idea he was RPing with you at the time, that's great. Also, you missed the market tell that was just for you!

    (Market): You say, "Looking for a taxidermist. Must be able to stuff hands without making them look fat."

    (I am loving the interactions, too)

    Haha I did miss that! That's hilarious.

    Zaila
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