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Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

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I certainly couldn't tell you why.

[moves though]

What'd you get?

How should I know what they're called? This thing.

[Present: what looks like an armadillo with armor. It probably clangs a little when he drops it on the floor.]

[peering at...knocking on the shell a bit, too]

I figured it was your job to know things. Was it hard to kill?

So give it a name, and next time I'll know.

I couldn't pierce the plating with my ice. I had to get it through the underside.

Umm... Jerry.

That seems like a pretty common weakpoint. But definitely good to know, especially if they're tough to tip over. Are they supposed to taste good?

...give it a different name.

They cling to the floor if you try to tip them. And they're supposed to be edible, anyway.

Jerry's a fine name and I'm sure he'll be delicious. We'll just have to find a way to get under his buddies if we wanna get them too.

I'm not going to call them all "jerries." That's ridiculous.

And my ice can come up from the floor, too. I didn't have to pry it up.

It worked in World War I! But I'm sure each of these things has its own name, just like we do.

And yes, you can make special snowflakes, but until you start giving out magic secrets the rest of us will have to make-do.

Calling them each by name is as much of a waste of time as describing them every time.

That's why I said you should figure out the name.

You said I ought to know it, not that I ought to name it now.

Whether you know it in your heart or you know it in your head, doesn't matter to me.

I'm still not calling them jerries.

Call them whatever you want. I bet you could do some awesome sledding in that shell.

We can do more than sledding with it, I'm sure.

Yeah, but until you figure out how to work that kind of stuff, sliding down a tree seems pretty sweet.

If by "pretty sweet" you mean "a good way to get killed."

I don't consider them mutually exclusive, no.

Why do so many people I know seem to think that?

Edited 2012-02-06 13:13 (UTC)

Maybe we're on to something?

Or insanity is contagious.

Don't tell me you're going to start being fun now.

If I wasn't immune, I'd have given in a long time before now.

[Going to dig in his pocket for a little figure of sticks.]

...Did you just make a funny?

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