CAMILLE.

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w0, monday.

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[ This theater should have been HIS... That's not stopping him, though, and Aventurine's seated at one of the benches, his feet kicked up on the back of the bench in front of him. When he spots Camille, he'll give her a little wave. ]

Get to meet your roommates yet?

[scrapdraught]

[i'm sorry there's a new clown king in town]

Most of them. Haven't caught Karma alone yet but the rest I've had brushes with.

[She's got a wee blue bottle in hand, moving towards her designated stretch of old wooden planks and crusty chest. Moving day is much lighter when you've got nothing but spit and wishes to your name.]

What brings you here? Are you feeling jealous? Can't stand your own crew?

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He's a weird kid.

[ JUST SAYS THAT, but then he gives a light chuckle at what comes next. ]

That obvious? I got stuck with the barn.

[scrapdraught]

You can't elaborate?

[WEIRD HOW. She has to live with him, warn a gal.]

That so? You must be a real animal.

[in what sense...]

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[ No, he will NOT elaborate because she can find out for herself. ]

I hope that's just the barn giving you that impression.

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[Camille smiles. She also won't elaborate.]

I'm sure you guys can find a way to make it nice and cozy. A home away from home while we wait for our holy butchers.

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Don't tell me you've already accepted your fate.

[scrapdraught]

Not wholly. I am getting frustrated hitting all these foggy dead ends though. [A beat.] Where are my manners? You want a drink?

[Goes to fetch something from their stolen grape booze barrel.]

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[ IT WAS YOU ]

You took that entire thing?

[scrapdraught]

Me? No. One of the other clowns elected to.

[Which one? :itisamystery:

Anyway Camille only pours one drink. She brings it over, putting it into his hands and pouring herself a water thereafter. I'm godmodding a jug nearby idec.]

Don't spread it around though. Snitches get stitches.

[Kidding....]

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If this is a perk I get it, I'm taking it to my grave.

[ He so appreciates this as he takes a sip, then takes notice of her water. ]

None for you?

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Nah. [She waves it off with a smile, though a taut one.] I've been sober for a year.

[give or take a few weeks.]

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[ Surprise flickers across his face. ]

Congratulations. [ Glances back over to the barrel. ] Let me know if you ever want help returning that to the cellar.

[scrapdraught]

That won't be necessary. I'm no buzzkill. [Not purposefully. She drags herself to the fringes, plays wallflower while everyone else gets their kicks. Even now she prefers to be out of sight, out of mind.]

So. What was it that drew you to this fair theatre today? Wasn't me, I know that much.

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Now that I know you're here, I'll have more of a reason to visit.

[ Hehe... and then becomes not hehe. ]

I thought I needed to get away from my own lodging assignment.

[scrapdraught]

[What a consummate flirt. She smiles into her glass as she sips. The attention is nice sometimes. It doesn't feel too pointed or earnest either.

Safe. Just for laughs, nothing more.]

What's the matter with them? Are they wearing on your nerves?

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[ They are cleaning the barn... Aventurine does not want to participate. ]

They're mostly fine. [ MOSTLY ] But the smell of the barn becomes rather overpowering.

[scrapdraught]

[It's because you skipped out that they fuckin killed your ass.]

Then why did you choose to sleep there?

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[ THIS IS TRUE I THINK BOOTHILL WAS PART OF CLEANING CREW ]

I didn't! My name just ended up on the barn's plaque on its own.