CAMILLE.

[tactic]

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[tactic]

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...]

[tactic]

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

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

[scrapdraught]

[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.

[tactic]

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.]

[tactic]

[ 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....]

[tactic]

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?

[scrapdraught]

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.]

[tactic]

[ 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.

[tactic]

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?

[tactic]

[ 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?

[tactic]

[ 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.