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[brokenbird]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 36, morning
Where: Halls
What: ART

[the bitty Robin is hanging out in some civvies for once instead of his uniform--although he still has his mask on

also he is MAKING ART]

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[jackoclubs]

I can tell. I got him a book of riddles-- maybe that'll help.

[brokenbird]

Oh, good idea.

[jackoclubs]

I'm usually filled with 'em.

[brokenbird]

I want one.

[jackoclubs]

Agon-san gives them out for relatively cheap.

[brokenbird]

...how much?

[jackoclubs]

All I had to do was play a few hands of poker with him. [he lost. horribly]

[brokenbird]

Oh, thats really all?

[jackoclubs]

He'll ask you to make an offer first. So be prepared with one when you go see him.

[brokenbird]

...ugghhh.

[jackoclubs]

What?

[brokenbird]

Somehow going to make deals with those guys feels just like a visit to frikkin' Arkham....

[jackoclubs]

. . . ha ha. Not all of 'em are that bad.

[brokenbird]

Some of them are okay.

[jackoclubs]

Just like people.

[brokenbird]

But they're NOT.

[jackoclubs]

No, they aren't.

[brokenbird]

One of them put a VOICE in a girl's head.

[jackoclubs]

. . . a what.

[brokenbird]

Imaginary friend voice.

[jackoclubs]

[. . .]

Which god?

[brokenbird]

Luna.

[jackoclubs]

The cute bakery goddess?

[brokenbird]

Uh huh.

[jackoclubs]

. . .

I guess I should be careful about flirting with her from this point forward.