dramatispersonae

[You find yourself in an oversized living room, there are huge chairs, huge tables and huge book shelves. It looks like a child with a permanent marker decided to scribble huge numbers on most of the furniture, gosh, what could that possibly mean?

To the north, there is a dining table that could sit ten people, the table is set but someone left a cushion on top of it. Behind the table there are two large display cases, they are mostly empty, you could probably climb them.

There are couches south, most of them with cushions on them. There are also a couple of small tables and a larger, lower one in the middle, as well as two bookshelves, you can’t see what’s on top of them from where you’re standing, but it looks like some of it might fall down.

Finally, what looks like very far in the east, there is a chair with wheels and a desk, if you’re from modern times you might recognize a desktop computer on it.]

[NOTE: Only noticeable difference for your characters is that they are currently capped at the strength and skill of an eight year old child. You also have no magic/mindreading/etc. Sorry about that, Don Goyo loves you.]

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That depends if he's like a dog who barks all the time, or a dog who barks before he bites.

We're a team!

Why?

He carries dynamite. And either way, he's a dog.

[let's not go where Peridot goes, Start > O]

[just looks at you like "are you fucking kidding me?"]

You seem determined.

Seemed determined, anyway.

What's dynamite?

Sorry.

. . . let's focus on the game. Stick near me? I—. . . might need help.

Explosions.

You're siding with her. You didn't even listen to what I said before! I didn't say I hated her. Even if I do!I said she hates me. And no one fucking cares because she's a fucking girl and she only just learned to talk so it's always my fault!! It doesn't matter what really happens. She gets away with whatever the fuck she wants!

So—just— Just get the fuck away from me!