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[contraltoflute]

[It's pretty much just Descole's luck that she gets ill at a time when she isn't capable of lying and passing it off as not as bad as it seems. She's tried to sleep it off in her room, but she'd just ended up having nightmares that were more vivid than the usual ones. She's unsettled enough now that she's resorted to emerging to try to doze in the lobby instead; she knows she won't be able to actually sleep out in the open like this, but she figures that that way she might be able to get a little rest without worrying about the nightmares.

Feel free to prod her, though, because between how pale she is even by Descole standards and the shaking, she kind of looks like she could potentially do with a bucket if nothing else.]

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Passed out in the lobby

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

[Grosky is still lying in a manly but unconscious heap in the lobby where Maria left him earlier. Descole hasn't noticed him yet. He awakes with a manly start and stares around wildy.]

AAAAAGHFOOTTOTHEFACENOTTHEFACEAAAAAA-

[Suddenly he spots Descole curled up.]

Excuse me! I say, excuse me! Can you help me up? My weak yet manly legs have shut down in shock from the impact sustained by my chiseled and manly face.

[contraltoflute]

[Grosky she is built like a flu-ridden twig how is she supposed to lift your manly weight.

Descole jerks back into awareness though, focussing blearily on Grosky.]

...not really going to happen, no.

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

[Grosky slumps back to the floor and rolls onto his manly stomach. His manly chest heaves with exertion and he finally pushes himself into a seated position.]

Huff... Huff... Well, thank you anyway. Inspector Clamp Grosky, at your service. I'm new round here, wherever here is.

[contraltoflute]

I know who you are. We've met before.

[Descole sits up a little bit on her sofa, eyeing him.]

...what was that before about an impact to your face?

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

Wait... You're... You're...

[Realization suddenly hits Grosky's manly mind.]

It's YOU! Stay back, you evil man, or feel the wrath of Clamp Grosky! And my face and the impact it receives at the hands, well, feet, of beautiful ladies by the name of Maria are of no concern to you!

[contraltoflute]

I'm a woman, thanks.

And hardly threatening, even at the best of times. Really not in the position to try being threatening right now, either.

[She's more talkative when she's ill, given that she's not really thinking clearly enough to police what she's saying. Coupled with the honesty plot, she's going to hate this once she's back to normal.]

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

Really? I distinctly remember you being a man. Slightly effeminate, yes, but then everyone looks effeminate in comparison to MY manliness.

And seeing as you're so incapacitated I arrest you in the name of the law!

[He produces a pair of handcuffs from God only knows where.]

[contraltoflute]

Different worlds, imbecile.

And this place doesn't have laws, at least until the election results come in.

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

Different worlds?!? No laws?!?!? Election?!?!?!?

[Grosky's mind is visibly broken. Be gentle Descole, he has only just arrived after all.]

WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON???

[contraltoflute]

[Gentle? Descole? Never.]

Interdimensional nexus. People from different worlds and times get dragged here.

That good, or do you need monosyllabic words?

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

[He does his best to pretend to understand.]

Ah yes. Of course. Inter... Dimen... shun.. thingy. Obviously.. That's made everything so much clearer.

[It hasn't.]

What was that about an election?

[contraltoflute]

There's an election coming up to see who'll end up ruling this place.

[groskymanlyman.livejournal.com]

[Grosky tugs his manly quiff thoughtfully.]

Interesting... It might be worth me interviewing the candidates, they might be able to give me a clue as to how one goes about leaving this wretched place.

[realmandonpaolo]

[Don approaches, somewhat more cautiously than he usually does, coughing to try to get Shescole's attention.]

Descole, my dear, I know this is a very bad time and... when we last spoke it didn't go very well... but I have something important that I must ask you while this place is, um, making us speak the truth.

[contraltoflute]

[Oh for the love of.]

What, Don Paolo?

[realmandonpaolo]

[He starts a little at the snap, but doesn't let this put him off.]

My dearest of lovelies, Descole. The two of us have, since we met, shared a very unique passion. However, recently I've been beginning to get the impression that you do not love me quite as much as you once did. So while we cannot lie, I felt it would only be fair to ask of you one thing, so I can either move on with my life or we can be married and have lots of charming, evil children together.

That question is, do you love me?

[contraltoflute]

[..................is he seriously this delusional.]

The answer to that is no. I don't love you. I have never loved you, and I never will.

And even if I did, what makes you think that that would ever happen? That I'll ever have a life that involves marriage or children, even if I had someone who I loved?

[realmandonpaolo]

Because... we...

[He's trying very hard not to cry now.]

Do you at least... find me remotely attractive?

[contraltoflute]

Ugh. No.

Look, I just figured that if I could bear to sleep with you, I could bear to sleep with anyone.

[realmandonpaolo]

[This... probably isn't the first time Don's heard that, or even the tenth, but it still hits him very hard. You are a cruel lady, Shescole!]

Oh...

Well...

[He looked down, twiddling his thumbs as he tries to decide if he should throw a tantrum, smash someone with a giant robot or Do The Mature Thing and accept her decision. He goes with the last one.]

I'm very glad for your... blunt honesty. Even if we can't not be honest right now. And, um, will leave for the time being.

[Turns away, sniffing loudly.]

[contraltoflute]

[Descole sighs.]

...look. For what it's worth, I'm... sorry. I should never have used you like that, or at least I should have been open about what I was doing before we actually had sex.

Presumably this will be enough for you to actually get it now, though.

[realmandonpaolo]

I...

[He can't lie, so he can't say that he gets it.]

...Goodbye.

[Running away now.]