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*T. Brightney approaches T. Poppy, holding a journal in her clawed hand. She doesn't smile, as per usual, but sits next to Poppy.*

"I see you changed into a clean pair of clothes. How have you been doing lately? Would you be up for answering some questions?"

<"Poppy" nodded her head, she was pretty sure she had heard about some journal, but it was a little vague in her head. She relaxed herself, still giving the best smile she could muster. It felt like her optimism was returning bit by bit.>

I'm fine... I think I need a bit more medicine, and some rash cream, but it feels nice to be in something cleaner.

<She nodded her head, putting her plush down.>

Yeah, I'd love to...! What's the first question?

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"Razzle! Dazzle! I'm back!"

*Bast had returned with a box full of things.*

<By the time Bast had returned, the twins had done... Basically nothing on account of Razzle. He was curled up near Dazzle, sounding like he could cry making little whines. Dazzle was unsure what to make of it.>

Dazzle, I'm sorry. Dazzle, I'm sorry. Dazzle, I'm sorry... (...oh, hey, er- what was your name again...?)

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"Hey Glisten! (H-Hey Glisten....)"

*the two twins approached B. Glisten. Razzle's smile seemed strained, and Dazzle's arm kept twitching.*

"I just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas.... (Yes.... A.... Have I ever told you that you always looked so appetising?)"

"Dazzle, you can't say that! (Right.... Of course....)"

<"Glisten" hurried to wipe as much soy sauce as he could off of himself, before leaning against the wall and smirking at the twins. He still had plenty on him, but he had to look at least somewhat in control.>

Oh, is this your tribute to me? After our last encounter? Well, your apology is so gracefully accepted! I'm so pleased you two have seen the errors of your ways... The only thing that'd make it better is if you two would grovel.

<He then struck a pose, still with a giant smirk across his broken face. He was so confidently wrong about what he misheard.>

I know I'm appealing! Who do I not appeal to? The countess can say whatever she wants, dear count.

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That's what the magic is for Vee. The books are wayyy more spacious than meets the eye. It's made to hold many, Many libraries worth of conversations!

GG00 0D 004D.

$$$0 mucH sp@C3 2 4DMIR M3. L00K @ ME. LOOK AT ME.

<Someone seemed to have been drawn to the loud noise, and before "Vee" knew it, she felt something dragging her from around her waist.>

H-Hug?

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like hell we're allowing that

you're dealing with the other one now too *teleports Veronica in there, who doesn't even seem to notice*

<"Vee" does not notice her handler either, still stomping around in anger. The cooling in temperature didn't seem to be helping her mood.>

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"TEDDY, NO!"

*Hutner runs out of the den, seeing Teddy stretching his arms towards Rodger. The look in his eyes isn't comforting. She runs over, eager to stop him, grabbing one of its arms. It hadn't spotted the human yet.*

"TEDDY, STOP! THEY DON'T WANT A HUG, PLEASE!"

<Teddy's glow seemed to have mostly subsided. He turns back to Hunter with a smile that wasn't quite fitting of the situation at hand.>

Huh? Oh, hey Hunter!

...Who doesn't want a hug?

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(Everyone's favourite expendable is back!)

*There was a ding from afar on Sleepy Boxten's floor. Someone had arrived once again. A bright light could be seen as Brightney stepped out, looking around tiredly. She felt like she'd been working non-stop... When was the last time she had slept? She began to wander around slowly, looking for a machine to begin extracting.*

@miscbrightney

<"Boxten" had flinched hearing the elevator's arrival, it only slightly interrupted his music, but loud noises like that always got him a little annoyed. He let out a warning to any visitors on the floor.>

Ssssshhhh...

<The other twisted flicked out its proboscis, licking the fuzz on his head. He had been conditioned to associate that sound with food, and was eagerly anticipating where he'd find it. The connection between the elevator and sound had not yet been made in his mind, so he scoured the kitchen for any sign of the toon.>

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A humanoid was walking through the dangerous area, he looked like a superhero from a comic book. Which Twisted has noticed him? What will their action be?*

"This is a freaky place."

(The humanoid. Not my art)

<Dazzle is the one to spot this... unique humanoid. They didn't look like a toon, it was rare to see anyone like that nowadays. He seemed a little concerned about the tall stranger.>

Zzz... (w-who are you???)