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.

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Yup. Calling this place the indulgence center is such false advertisement.

[She sits up now, though, glancing in their direction and dropping the titty ball in her lap.]

But come on in. Grab a beanbag and sit with me.

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You think so? I mean...well, I guess everyone has their different needs and desires...

[But at Sheila's request, Douman looks a little surprised - before walking over to a beanbag, gesturing at it before pull it over to plop down on it - the bells jingle with the movement.]

It is this, right? A beanbag?

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[Looks at filter name. Looks away.]

All I'm saying is, it could use a little diversifying.

[She will stop complaining once they get more leg space, it's fine.]

Bingo. [... A beat, as she realizes how fucking tall they are.] Are you comfortable like that?

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Well, you can certainly follow your own ideas, if the ones going around aren't your taste...

[And..........yeah, this is a little ridiculous looking? It's fine. Douman folds their hands in their laps.]

Its...very interesting. But I'm alright? I'm not used to chairs being so...sinking.

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[This is so ridiculous looking. Cannot believe we need to save the clown from a beanbag.]

Yeah... [Trailing off while staring at them uncomfortably.] I don't think this is great for your ass. Want to ditch the beanbags and relocate to the space chairs?

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[Beanbag: 1
Clown: 0]

If you want...I'm just glad to sit with you, regardless.

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[She presses a hand to her chest.]

That's so sweet... [And she sounds touched, really!] But I also don't want to be source of your inevitable backpain, so let's move.

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Alright.

[AND TIME TO GET OUT OF THE BEANBAG but this is actually hard so they kind of slump back in the beanbag. [roblox voice] oof]

Oh, this is a devious trap of a chair-!

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Ooh.

[She grimaces, cringing a little when they slump back.]

Here, I'll give you a hand.

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Oh, thank you.

[Time to be pulled up! Its fine, they won't put all their weight on Sheila, luckily! That being done, Douman just frowns at the beanbag.]

I do hope the modern era doesn't have all chairs like that one...

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[Up they go! Once Douman is steady on their feet, Sheila plants her hands on her hips and frowns at the beanbag.]

Not all of them. Some are even worse.

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Even worse? How so?

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Ever sat down on a bad office chair? It will fuck up your glutes for years.

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I have...not, but then again, this humble priest is far more used to sitting on their knees or in a seated position than on chairs! So I suppose its right to miss out on such things.

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Lucky for you, "your loss" doesn't apply in this case.

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I suppose it doesn't! The modern era truly has brought all sorts of inventions, wonderful and terrible, all at once, mm!

[And now that brings to mind a question.]

This may be an odd question, but...what device do you believe you like the most? From your time, I mean.

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...

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Not odd at all. I've met several people who don't know what a waffle is, so the bar is incredibly high right now.

[Sheila, please.

That said, she pauses for a second before she offers an actual answer.]

That's a tough one, though... I guess, cellphones? They're useful in emergences, and you can watch funny dog videos on them.

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Not to myself. But I may be drunk. Like, the immaculate drunkception.

[She. Laughs at her own horrible joke until her brain apparently catches up with her eyes, and she sits up. Here's to hoping they're not super duper close, because otherwise they might have to dodge.]

Oh, my god. What happened to you?!

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[They do have good reactions, so they manage to dodge - Sheila! Please! Watch where you're moving!]

Ahaha. Well....leeches?

[SAYS IT LIKE??? SHEEPISHLY?? Hahaha. Leeches.]

But! Do not worry about me! Let's go, dear Sheila. Not the place for you, even as drunk as you are, so - hup!

[And without warning, they just...bend to scoop Sheila up into their arms. Time to find a place to sit.]