Audience: White

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Comments

week 0, monday

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[hm. white gets a response in, like, five minutes.]

AA sorry, sorry, i'm up! um, i'm in the star room!

[sloth will be waiting for white in the planetarium, floating above the ground in the air like they're sitting. they flash white a wave.]

Oh, hello! You made it.

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[white walks in with his hands shoved into his pockets.]

Sleeping in, huh?

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I, um--it was an accident! It's just so hard not to fall asleep when you're so comfortable!

[they lower themselves to the floor on their feet to be polite.]

Ever seen the stars? I've never seen these in my whole life!

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[white's just going to flop onto the floor.]

Seriously? Did you live underground or something?

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Kinda! I lived in a cave until I got my first and only job! But that was, um, underground, too, I guess.

[please don't sound so casual and happy about this.]

Um, do you want a pillow?

[enfangs]

Ooh, do you have one?

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Yeah, you bet!

[they open one of their robe sleeves and a pillow shoots out and right into white's face. it's at least extremely plush and comfortable. wow, it's so soft!]

O-Oh, sorry about that! I can't control how it comes out sometimes!

[enfangs]

Ack—!

[after a moment to recover, he removes it from his face and then places it under him. yay, pillow now.]

... Thanks, I think. Are those robes some kind of hammerspace or what?

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No problem!

[YAY company!]

Hammer? Maybe not the right pantheon for that, you know!

[enfangs]

[lazy butts]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

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[absolutely since sloth just kind of curls into the air in a lazy recline beside white.]

Oh, just that we're the seven sins, right? Well, um, we're eight, I guess! Want another pillow...?

[enfangs]

Oh. Yes, please.

[pillow pls]

So, what's the right pantheon for hammers, in that case?

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[this time, they stick one sleeve into the other sleeve to "dig" around. another pillow comes out, and they offer it to white. very soft and comfy.

he feels kind of drowsy when he lies on them.]

Oh, you know! Um... Hm. N...? Darn. Oh! Norse!

I think?

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[phew, no more pillow in the face. he takes it.]

Ehhhhh... sounds right, probably. [hell if he knows, the demans were too busy worshiping goat god?] You from Earth, then?

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[leave the goat alone]

Me? No, no, no. Nothing like that! Um, not exactly. Earth is for the mortals.

[enfangs]

[look sometimes a goat gets a religion set up around him that he never asked for]

So you're... a god? Angel? [what other un-earthly beings has he met recently...] You live in the external world or whatever they call it?

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[white, don't just meet gods and angels, hello.]

Something like that! A god, I mean. Um--well, it's a separate world from mortals, yeah! I, uh, live where I work!

[enfangs]

[sometimes it happens? sometimes you also put satan in timeout and then flip him off when he asks you to work for him.]

Does that make all of this... this [he makes a gesture at their surroundings] part of your work, or is this more of a side gig?

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[hmmm. they glance up, and then back down at white.]

It's definitely something on the side! I sure hope I didn't get fired from my other job for being here to help with this one!

That would be... wow.

[enfangs]

... I didn't know gods even could be fired.

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Oh, yeah. If they aren't doing their job? Master will definitely kick you right out! He needs everything to be on a schedule.

[enfangs]

Wow. Sounds like a slave driver.

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He has a big place to run is all. Kind of scary, but not completely a bad guy! Mostly.

Say, White, you don't work for anyone like that, huh?

[enfangs]

[...]

Not anymore.

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Wow, did you get fired?!