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[reaperrabbit]

[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?

Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]

ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?

((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))

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[savewell]

In the garden, yes. A little distance from that awful greenhouse with the terrible rude plants.

[Guess who also yelled at the terrible rude plants. This girl.]

[reaperrabbit]

Oh, yeah. The bitey ones? Those were annoying.

[savewell]

Not just the biting ones, but the gossiping ones as well. Honestly, some of them were saying the most horrible things, and about people who didn't deserve it a bit!

[Says Rosella, a peak judge of character...]

[reaperrabbit]

Gossiping, huh. So like, judging their sense of fashion?

[He's not going along with this topic of conversation just because he's half-delirious with hunger. He's Gathering Information^TM. His detective friend would be totes proud.]

[savewell]

Oh, worse than that. Spreading rumors, as well. And just — just saying awful things for no good reason.

[Or maybe some good reason.]

[reaperrabbit]

Hm. Well... probably a lower priority than poisoned tea. [Right? Humans tend to care more immediately about things that make them dead.] And if they're anything like the grabby, chompy ones, then they might be impossible to deal with for good, anyway.

[savewell]

Ugh, I'm sure it'd be easily managed if my axe had just come with me. I do wish I hadn't lost it in the summons.

[tfw threatening grabby, hostile plantlife is an actual king's quest iv puzzle complete with solution]

[reaperrabbit]

Your... axe.

[Like an axe MURDERER?]

[savewell]

Yes, my axe. Surely you've heard of them? They're for cutting up firewood and things, I can't imagine not being familiar with such a thing.

[reaperrabbit]

[You know what? Fine.]

Well, excuse me, princess. You don't look like someone who'd just have an axe, that's all.