pc: scaramouche

[outsidebones]

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[nascens]

[Finally one of the only people in this jail that is actually shorter than he is... it's a christmas miracle...

That said, he's also finally reappearing after vanishing to do who knows what who knows where for Some Time. He's also dressed in his normal garb, which is tragically nowhere near as cool as the goth skull motif she's got going on. The quickness of her movement has him giving her a bit of a quizzical look, though it, like everything he does, is just Steeped In Haughtiness.]

You're not very used to doing things covertly, are you.

[outsidebones]

[based on the vague descriptions both you and pixi gave me i can only assume they both vanished to kiss each other a lot.

anyway, this is possibly the most devastating thing anyone has ever said to her but she gives him a haughty look right back as though he didn't just cut her deeply.]

There's no point bothering with being covert, we're obviously being watched.

[nascens]

[That is exactly what happened yes.

This is so tragic, though... Also rip to anyone who walks into this area of the common room because they will immediately choke to death on the heavy amount of Haughty in the air.]

You're not wrong. Why bother trying to hide, then? [He'll make his way over, trying to peer at whatever she's been taking a picture of.] There isn't anything useful here, anyway. No matter how many times people- [ITTO] -try to break things down, it's not like there are secrets in the walls. These ones, at least.

[outsidebones]

[it's very stinky in here. she puts away her phone when he tries to look.]

I doubt very much there is anything useful, indeed. But it would be foolish to assume without looking.

[nascens]

[He just SIGHS as if he's very put-upon by this action personally, but otherwise doesn't seem all that fussed.]

You don't trust the work that others have already done?

[...Not like he does, but he's just feeling contrary. He is always feeling contrary.]

[outsidebones]

Of course not. I don't know any of you. How am I supposed to assess the thoroughness or accuracy of your work?

[nascens]

That's a shame. I've found many people here quite reliable so far.

[These are such nice-sounding words but in reality they are so very, very mean.]

[outsidebones]

Have you? I suppose we all have different standards.

[she honestly misses the double meaning; reading or understanding people well isn't a strong suit.]

[nascens]

[The tragedy of his disstrack being released to an unenthused audience. He looks for a moment like he's going to say something, but apparently decides against it...]

—So. Have you found anything worth sharing? I could offer a trade.

[outsidebones]

[absolutely she has not, but she considers for a moment.]

How am I to know whether what you have to trade is worthwhile?

[nascens]

[He raises his hands a little and, very flatly:]

I doubt anyone here has anything that's truly worthwhile in any way that matters. Still, it might be helpful.

[outsidebones]

...Very well. A trade is acceptable. Tell me something you've learned. I may or may not already be aware. And I will do the same, and you may or may not already be aware.

[nascens]

[This terrible trade of absolutely useless information that they are both engaging in to pretend they're one step above people who get their heads stuck in jail cell bars.]

That pigtailed girl told me that the purple demon is apparently more open to requests than the others. I haven't bothered to speak with them so I have no idea how true it is, but I suppose it'd be useful if it were.

[outsidebones]

[she will nod as though this is useful information when it's not, but neither is hers. they are so much better than people who get their heads stuck.]

The grey demon is the only one who keeps track of information. The others all depend on it because they are lazy, and know little else about us.

[nascens]

[He just makes a bit of a face at that.]

Figures of authority are useless wherever you go, I guess. Even that feels like giving them too much credit.

[outsidebones]

They don't seem to be trying very hard, no. One would expect a better showing from our tormentors.

[nascens]

I hear Bloody Mary has a personal torture chamber. Maybe it's up to snuff.

[It will not be.]

[outsidebones]

I doubt it, though if any of them do, it would be that one.

[nascens]

Did you speak with them, then? They seemed like the only one worth talking to.

[outsidebones]

I spoke with all of them, in a "group chat." They said little, so I imagine you are right.

[nascens]

[The way he's never going to use his phone because the idea of a group chat is going to put him off so badly.]

Outside of when they were all gathered together?

[outsidebones]

Yes, but they were incredibly unhelpful. More forthcoming, I think, when we were all gathered.

[nascens]

[His nose wrinkles a little in an expression of disdain.]

Just another part of their job, I guess. Petty annoyance unfortunately isn't a bad form of torture.

[Somehow these demons being at peak Having Their Shit Together during the party makes him want to stand on a table so he can punch them more effectively.]

[outsidebones]

It's not a very effective form, either.

[nascens]

I guess they do have an endless amount of time to make things worse.