Honestly? I have no idea. [These fucking nerds set up the world's lamest afterlife. Rosamund also has a margarita, there are no age limits when you are dead.] There's so many labs and libraries and a few truly terrible bars, but otherwise this place feels like a lot of waiting around for things to happen.
I guess there's the creepy beach and that garden where you hear creepy whispers...
Yeah. Sorry about that. [Because she, Rosamund, is personally responsible for all the cursed ass locations every other player submitted.
But while they're here, she taps her straw into her drink a few times and finally decides to spit it out.]
Harley? I did want to say, um. Not to bring the mood even lower, but I did want to say thank you. [Her eyes lower, also beholding the abyss at the bottom of her glass.] I heard about how you and Temenos helped me down, after...so. Thank you. And I'm sorry.
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I guess there's the creepy beach and that garden where you hear creepy whispers...
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I wanted to go to the beach but not like this.
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But while they're here, she taps her straw into her drink a few times and finally decides to spit it out.]
Harley? I did want to say, um. Not to bring the mood even lower, but I did want to say thank you. [Her eyes lower, also beholding the abyss at the bottom of her glass.] I heard about how you and Temenos helped me down, after...so. Thank you. And I'm sorry.