PC WITH SHEILA

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W0 DAY 2

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[Do do do. Sometimes you are a nice tall giant jester of a man and you're having an alright time and you pass by the rec room -]

[Oh, hey, there's a familiar face. Douman pokes their head in, bells jingling.]

Hm? What are you doing here?

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[OMINOUS JINGLING...

Douman pokes their head in just in time to catch Sheila doing... absolutely nothing! Like, really. There seems to be an aborted attempt at playing a board game on the floor next to the beanbag, and she's blankly staring at a Recipe for Seduction while squeezing the titty stress ball in her hand.]

Remembering why I don't buy corporately branded fried chicken. It's never warm when you get home... And it just goes straight to your thighs. [Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.] What's up?

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Fried...chicken.

[Douman glances to the TV, like that will somehow explain in big large words for a Ye Olde to understand what KFC is all about, but no help can be found there. They huff, stepping in.]

Not much at all. Looking for something to do. [And a glance to the board game.] I suppose you're in a similar mood.

WEEK 0 DAY 3 (POST MINI-EVENT)

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[Well, after LEECH TIME, its time to go chill, unwind, and get a drink, except...how rude! Terribly rude! Someone is already here!]

[And that someone is...Sheila?]

[Douman approaches, raising an eyebrow.]

Mmm, Sheila? Are you alright?

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[If there's any furniture in this void, then she is slumped across it. If not, then, uh. She might just be on the floor.

But she lifts a hand to lazily wave at them.]

Hiiii! [Tone odd, like she's inebriated.] Don't mind me. Just keep walking.

[That answers nothing.]

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[Just going to squat down, wincing slightly - there are bandages across their nose, and over their hands and those exposed abs - actually, this outfit seems much more worn and torn, and exposes a whole lot more. Fun! (Their normal outfit needs to get washed.]

I don't think I shall. Being on the floor is no place to be, hm! Sheila, what did you do to yourself...

W0 FRIDAY

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[Hey there, Sheila! Nice evening, isn't it! There's been a murder, and some passive aggressive messages, and there's also a clown covered in blood.]

[Yeah.]

[So! That's a thing! Douman seems a little disgruntled, just rubbing at their forehead with a frown. Seeing Sheila, they perk up.]

Oh! Oh, Sheila...hello. Mmm, did you hear the news?

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[C... COVERED IN WHAT?]

Oh, fuck. Ashiya! [Immediately so hecking alarmed, zooming over to their side.] Are you okay? Is any of this yours?!

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...I don't think so?

[HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW]

[But they're a little jolted by her running up, all before they just let out a sigh and shake their head.]

Mmm. No, no, there was just quite a good amount of blood in the kitchen last night. When we woke up, it was gone, but now...

[Its all on them. Hm.]

W1 POST CYOA

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Sheila...

[Oh, here comes a abnormally tall priest! Douman approaches almost meekly, bowing their head as they look her over. Though...they don't seem in a good state either, what with visible scratches and bruises over some of their visible skin.]

What the fuck happened to all of you?

[...........Yeah, Rudeness is still in effect.]

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[You know it has been a long day when all the rudeness effect gets out of her is a brief smile and nothing else.]

I could ask the same to you. Who scratched you up?

W1 POST EXECUTION

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[Its quiet in here. Douman, surprisingly, with all their laughing and outbursts, likes the quiet.]

[If Sheila enters, they don't even budge, just letting out a little huff.]

...Oh! Oh, hello. You may join me and gaze at the stars, if you wish.

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[Huh. This is not how she expected to find the local jingle man, but okay.]

You sure? I can pretend I saw nothing if you came here to be alone.

W2 MEMSHARE

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[Hey, look, its a clown!]

[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]

[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]

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[Goodbye, clown!

But whoever Limbo saw, it probably wasn't Sheila! Because she, too, is walking away fastly from everyone and everything. So in the end, they may just end up just barely slamming into each other while running away from memshare. It's fine? It's fine.]

W2 POST DEATH ANNOUNCEMENT

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[Hey, Sheila! Wonderful to see you. Anyways, here's a clown in the music room and they...]

[Just aim a good kick at one of the music stands? It falls down. This is sure happening?]

[They look a little annoyed, but there's...confusion there, too?]

Ah, Sheila?

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Oh, my god.

[WALKING IN ON THIS AND JUST? STARING?]

Hi...? [She was already frowning when she walked in, and now she's frowning even more.] What did the music stand do to you?

saturday, week two.

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[HELLO, DOUMAN... She's just going to saunter into the rec room and saddle up to them, letting out a loooong exhale.]

When I suggested we do something fun after trial, I really did not picture it wrapping up like that.

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[The clown is just slumped in one of the beanbag chairs, glancing up when she approaches.]

...Indeed, neither did I. And yet, even after all that, we still didn't get it right.

W3 WEDNESDAY

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[The clown is in...the airport terminal? They're looking over some of the snacks in the kiosk with interest, reaching for what seems to be a box of Mike and Ikes.]

Mm. [And they manage to grab it, before turning around, and-] Oh, Sheila! Hello. Want some?

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Douman!

[She smiles, placing a hand against her chest when she gets close enough to see what they grabbed.]

Ohh... Thank you, but I can't. [She sighs.] I can't eat sugar.

thursday, week three.

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[She's? Coming to find them after they've hopefully used the pod? And poking into the medbay.]

Douman?

[Are you still crying, buddy... She is so concerned.]

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[They are actually still not using the pod! They're just standing here, eyeless. Whoops.]</small. ...Sheila? Is that you?

week 6 thursday

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[Here's the clown in the kitchen! Kitchen clown! Still dressed in that terrible sweatshirt, though their hat has been placed somewhere on the counter.]

[When Sheila enters, they look up from where they're pouring themselves a cup of tea.]

Ah, hello. Do you want some?

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Oh. No, thank you. [A LITTLE AWKWARDLY... Unsure what to do with this non-murder clown.] ... Okay, I need to ask. Do you have all of the other guy's memories?