Descole thinks too much. Makes a good evil mastermind.

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[Descole looks around the Lobby full of people, as he's thinking. He's decided to pose a question, calling out, loud and out of nowhere.]

Does anyone think maybe we're dead? I mean, has anyone tried to walk out of this place? I have. You end up right back into the Lobby. Wouldn't you think this is what limbo is like? And was anyone in a good place when they got brought here? I know I wasn't. Doesn't it kind of make sense?

Some one agree with me, so I feel like I'm not thinking too hard.


[ooc: I dunno what I'm doing. Making Descole go a little crazy. Go argue with him.]

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[Descole gives a scowl.]

Ugh, I hate people. I can talk to you just fine, because you're me, but I hate people.

[contraltoflute]

I hate them as well, double. Which is what makes the urge to socialise here even more irritating.

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Perhaps.

Oh speaking of hating things, I'm running as prime minister of this place.