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[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Who: Four mercenaries and YOU
When: Day 5
Where: The Pier
What: An intro! A rainy intro...

[ A bit of rain doesn't stop new arrivals, apparently. Though the whole tossing confetti thing is probably not going so well given the rain but whatever, new people yay. ]

[ This particular set of arrivals are all wearing identical outfits and look ready for business. A couple of of them look to have rifles even. ]

See? Now this is a welcome. Why didn't this place pick us up first? I've even got all my clothes on and everything.

[ ... What a friendly looking bunch! ]

Comments

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

I have always dreamed of settling down into a nice accounting job.

[ninetyninelives]

A suit and tie instead of body armor?

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

I look good in suits.

[ninetyninelives]

You would look very intimidating.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Accountants are always intimidating, no matter what they wear.

[ninetyninelives]

I've never met one.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Imagine your worst nightmare with a calculator and in a suit.

[ninetyninelives]

My worst nightmare is five feet tall and has pink hair like a fancy teacup dog.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Wow, you've got a hell of a nightmare.

[ninetyninelives]

It's a terrible one.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

The suit makes it worse in my head.

[ninetyninelives]

I'm imagining a floral print tie.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

And a plaid suit?

[ninetyninelives]

Pinstripes.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Pinstripes are way too classy.

[ninetyninelives]

I never said they weren't classy.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

You can't go classy, that'll kill the effect.

[ninetyninelives]

He's very classy, for someone whose normal sense of fashion is fantasy medieval.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

Fine... he can have classy.

[ninetyninelives]

Thanks for keeping my nightmare stylish.

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

It's the least I could do.

[ninetyninelives]

Oh, of course.