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[In the time before the puzzle room goes up and after the happy friendship party that was the last Calhoun (Zero?) Hour feel free to use this post for whatever you want. Top levels, threads with dudes, whatever, live life freely.]

[If you're interested in harassing Hershel here's what he'll be doing:

a) Asking people if they want laundry done. Not unmentionables, he's not some sort of cad here, but he's got shit all to do, can't sleep and might as well do something useful, right? Right. Feel free to find him near the stream, trying not to nod off since getting shocked in the water probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Possibly. Or trying to mend tears or something and making a mess of it. He'll never be a proper old maid at this rate.

b) Trying to play videogames maybe? And by 'play' I mean 'make faces at as they get steadily worse.' He might try a movie or two in the vain hope something will be manageable to watch but yeah. Yeah. Basically any late night lounge activity, assuming no one's already asleep in there, have at.

c) These are hard to think of, I guess trying to fencing practice in the gym with his shiny new foil, curtesy of Mr. Sasuke Sagami. Try not to get accidentally jabbed by a giant needle with a blunt bit on the end, it probably sucks.

Or whatever, do whatever you'd like. He'll basically be wandering around aimlessly mostly anyway, being completely useless to everyone because he's tired.]

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[her brows ridge a bit, apparently honestly curious about this]

There's never old body parts along with the broken pots and stuff? How do you even know those are pots for humans, then?

And I don't know about you, but I'd just be happy to have grapes, even peeled ones. Even grape snackoos.

Well yes, but it's skeletons, not- [their friend oozes a little, drip drip drip. delightful.] -this. A skull is a little more manageable than a rotting head, probably not as useful in finding clues, though.

... are there really grape snackoos? How would that work? [this is the important thing to ask about right now.]

Grape snackoos were a short-lived bid to get more of the young child market. They were really, truly awful. I have no idea what memory that was associated with but just think of the most artificial, chalky purple flavoring you can imagine and put it on some styrofoam peanuts. It was just... [she trails off, slowly shaking her head, though whether that was punishment related or if grape snackoos were just so horrid as to actively avoid thinking of is hard for even her to determine.] Pains me to say it, but there are some things science shouldn't do.

...This too. Scientifically speaking, I'm not certain we're equipped to find much else out about our semi-solid friend. We might need to put this investigation to bed. Uh, not literally. Since neither of us can access a bed right now.

[this is a weirdly fascinating side track conversation.] ... I never realized Snackoos had such a history. Then again I see they have- [how did he word this. obsessed fans. dedicated snackers.]- enthusiasts. [nailed it]

Well we certainly... actually, did we learn anything? [he glances over at their smelly friend.] What are we going to do with him, I'm starting to think the garden may be a poor choice unless we warn the other, maybe make a marker.

[someday they'll make an ace attorney detective game and it will go into depth on the long history of snackoos(tm)]

[and excellent word choice, even if it seems to go over her head] There're collectors. Big boom around the turn of the century. I think someone wrote a book.

We learned that Zero wasn't completely lying about having a bunch of other victims on-hand. This guy isn't that new.

...We could bury him. Or we could burn him. Or stuff him in the trash and hope that it gets taken away.

open post etc

and when night falls, it has some pretty colorful stories to tell

this weird semipun metaphor is getting poetic as shit

as in 'it stinks'?

well some people are into that, probably

...grody