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[sictransitgloriamundi]

[AUDIBLY HUFFS, and then appears, in front of the door.]

Then you need to start opening with set directions. I can't read minds. Mostly.

[decohere]

... Oh. Well neither can I! At all.

[no idea how set directions even work but willing to wing it.]

Scene opens. Captain is outside the door. A mysterious stranger approaches. [holds the squishmallow up in front of her face.]

Knock knock...?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[addressing the squishmallow directly] Who's there?

[decohere]

[tries to change her voice to match the squishmallow but it's honestly just the same voice, just muffled.] Hatch.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[thinks...]

Hatch who?

[decohere]

[sneaks a hand out from behind the skellycat, offering a tissue.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[... OH.]

Like sneezing? I never would have guessed that...

[decohere]

[considering hum, peeking her head out again.]

Maybe it sounds more like it when I say it. Hatchwho... [the most delicate sneeze sound ever.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Oh, not like that. I just don't sneeze.

[decohere]

... Never? Huh. [still holding out the tissue, slowly lowers her arm.] What else don't you do?

Hiccup?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[shakes head]

I lack the internal physiology for most human reflexes. [gestures around his torso.] None of this is real.

[decohere]

Yeah, I saw when you were... [vague blurry wave of the tissue.]

Why'd you pick to look like this guy, though? Is he from something?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

From a movie I saw, once. [shrugs] I just thought it was cool.

[decohere]

Yeah? What's it about? [drops the plush on the floor and sits upon it, came prepared.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

A group of entities that feed on human misery. They draw it out through a traveling carnival that grants humans their deepest desires.

[well that's what he thinks it's about, anyway.]

[decohere]

... ooooh. [that checks out.] So it was pretty formative, huh.

Does it have a happy ending?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

No.

[...]

[decohere]

Oh. [...]

But it didn't have Skulduggery in it, huh. So. [obviously that's the key to a happy ending.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[almost a grin]

No, it did not. So.

[decohere]

[twirls a strand of hair, will just let that linger for a moment.]

He said you like me. Which is weird. But then I hear how your... meetings with others go. [including 6 but not saying it!]

But I told him it's his inherent bias. Because he likes me.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I liked when you wanted to take the canoe back from camp. [beat] Most humans are predictable. I like the ones that aren't.

[decohere]

[considering hum] I'm sure you've seen most everything by now. Can't see how my poor impulse control and desire to make up for my lack of life is that interesting.

But now I'll worry that you'll think I'm trying too hard. To make you like me. And that it'll become predictable for me to... [sighs!]

Not often I get to tell him he's wrong, though. He promised me desserts every morning if he was.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[cocks head] How is he wrong?

[decohere]

Liking something that I did once isn't the same as liking me. As a person. If we're being technical. [come on she's so close to free cake for life]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... I still don't really understand it. [liking things. things being nice. how you feel about something being a consideration at all.] But, I... think I like you. Probably. Under the standard definition.