[Good afternoon, Liquid, hopefully you're having an uneventful day as a killing game captive. No stumbling on corpses, inopportune punishments for breaking arbitrary rules or visits from some clown with a codpiece. Just a peaceful, boring, normal day.
Unfortunately, by decree of whatever fates exist, "normal" isn't allowed in these parts because there is an actual skeleton ambling down the hallway in Liquid's general direction. The creature is dressed more like it's ready to go for an outdoor hike than to try to fight, a medieval-looking backpack strapped to it and various supplies carried in it's vacant chest cavity, and its goggle-like crystalline green eyes scan it's surroundings with a distinct air of curiosity. In its hands, covered by oversized work gloves that match the heavy brown boots on its feet, it carries a tray with a full tea set.
When the skeleton finally realizes that oh, there's a new person (!!!) it's jaw drops in a surprisingly friendly-sounding hiss of greeting and holds up the tray a little higher, as if asking if he'd like a cup.]
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Unfortunately, by decree of whatever fates exist, "normal" isn't allowed in these parts because there is an actual skeleton ambling down the hallway in Liquid's general direction. The creature is dressed more like it's ready to go for an outdoor hike than to try to fight, a medieval-looking backpack strapped to it and various supplies carried in it's vacant chest cavity, and its goggle-like crystalline green eyes scan it's surroundings with a distinct air of curiosity. In its hands, covered by oversized work gloves that match the heavy brown boots on its feet, it carries a tray with a full tea set.
When the skeleton finally realizes that oh, there's a new person (!!!) it's jaw drops in a surprisingly friendly-sounding hiss of greeting and holds up the tray a little higher, as if asking if he'd like a cup.]