[4] Action/Video: D is for Domestic

[pricesandvaules]

Anyone wandering the orchard today might bump into a certain tall, dark mobster-alien, incongruously equipped with a wicker basket over one arm.
Droog is still nursing injuries from the last event--there are all manner of cracks and cuts and odd, heat-warped places on his carapace hidden beneath clothes and tidily wrapped bandaging, and we're not

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PM: Approach Dersite in the orchard.

[postalmonarch]

[You are FAR TOO USED to being outdoors after spending so long in a POST APOCALYPTIC WASTELAND, so you don't tend to spend much time in the mansion. This means you are OUTSIDE when you come across a DERSITE YOU DON'T KNOW. This makes you NERVOUS, since you're NOT SURE if he's one of the ones that HATES PROSPITIANS.

You approach with UTMOST CAUTION and may be unconsciously tapping your REGISWORD with one hand.]

Greetings. Um...is there something wrong with the trees?

Let the misunderstandings commence.

[pricesandvaules]

It's been some time since you met this particular Prospitian, but you never forget a face, even one partially hidden by rags.

What happened to you?

\o/

[postalmonarch]

[You are somewhat surprised that he seems to recognize you and blink in a befuddled manner.]

What do you mean? I don't think we have met before.

[Well, he does seem vaguely familiar. You think you might have seen him on your visit to Derse all those years ago, but you're not sure.]

[pricesandvaules]

Weird time shit it is, then!

We did. Or I met you from another timeline. Or a future-you.

Whatever. The point here is, she's dressed in rags. This is a problem, an even more pressing problem than the sword at her side.

How long have you been here?

kitchen kitchen kitchen kitchen kitchen

[kindly_done]

[Jack has it in his head that he's going to make a pie. Maybe give it to someone. Maybe Elaine, as a combination thanks/apology for the fight during the candy event. Maybe Droog, for apology/goodwill. Or--

But speak of the devil.

Jack stops in the doorway, staring, with his mouth dry. Here would be his chance to simply back out and go away, but he stands frozen, feeling unbelievably awkward.]

what is with you people and apology-pies

[pricesandvaules]

He hears the footsteps behind him and turns, halfway expecting another troll--and also goes still. But only for a moment. Then he makes himself relax and reaches for another slice of fruit.

Are you coming in?

pie tastes better when it's baked with shame

[kindly_done]

[He answers by coming in.

And standing around awkwardly some more.]

shamepie

[pricesandvaules]

Is the guy really going to beat him and then crawl about it? Not okay.

For fuck's sake. I won't bite.

He will, however, toss the bit of apple into his mouth. Crunch.