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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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[reaperrabbit]

[Holy shit. Even this deeply steeped in his own suffering, Brook has to wince looking at this struggle bus. Painful.]

no, i didn't. i saw some girl died the other day doing that.

listen. if typing's that hard for you, switch to video.
...you probly don't know how to do that.
ok here.

[ACCEPT INVITATION TO VIDEO CALL?
==> YES/NO]

video forever;

[savewell]

[It's a good thing she's so preoccupied with the delight of accepting an invitation — really, how charming! — that she doesn't think too hard about the rest of it, and completely fails to notice that she's on camera as she continues to frown at her device in search of wherever the now-disappeared texting buttons went to.]

Oh, drat, what have you gone and done now, you silly thing? Honestly, they'll think I'm ignoring them...

[She huffs a little, still oblivious to the fact that she's being watched.]

Bother. Come back, alphabet! Fee-fi-fo-fum, all you letters, back you come! ...Ugh...

[reaperrabbit]

...Oh. You're that dead girl.

[Somehow, he feels like this explains a lot.]

[savewell]

I beg your pardon!

[Well, that's just rude! You can't just go around calling people dead, even if they do hail from King's Quest, A Series Where Everything Is Fatal.]

I don't — oh, there you are. Now then, I don't know where you've gotten such a silly idea, but I'm certainly not dead! I rather think I would know it if I was, for one thing, and for another, how could I ever be talking to you if I were?

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook has several rebuttals to choose from, here. He's well aware of one way she could ever be talking to him post-untimely demise, for one thing. For another, he's heard it from a--well, he can't speak to his reliability, but--an extremely loquacious source that death doesn't stick in these parts. Then again, it could be that they're both right. Maybe that disheveled guy drinking wine straight from the bottle managed to save her after all, and she's only That Almost-Dead Girl. Brook isn't so good with names and faces, but he's pretty sure he hasn't mistaken her for someone else. The princess getup kind of sticks in the memory.

On the other hand, does he care enough to get to the bottom of this? Man, he doesn't even care enough to pick up a trowel and scratch the topsoil.]

Okay. Got me there. We're all super alive here in Creepy City... except for the people who drink the tea and die.

[savewell]

[And that gets her to still a moment, the silence hanging a little terse in the air as the feed yet continues, and she seems to be warring with herself as to how to respond.]

...Honestly, you needn't be so rude about it, either.

[Best, perhaps, to just move right along.]

If there is a poisonous tea out there alongside the fainting one, someone really ought to see to it at once, before someone gets hurt. Oh, not you, of course, I'm sure you're much too busy with something else that's terribly important. But someone ought to, anyway.

[reaperrabbit]

[He's much too busy being rude to princesses on the internet, yes, and also busy looking like he did drink the fainting tea and has laid himself out on a bench accordingly. I.e., he's currently talking to her on his back, phone held above his face in the classic "you are going to drop your phone on your face in five seconds" pose. Very busy. She gets him.]

..."See to it"...? What's that mean.

[savewell]

Well, taking it off the table, clearly!

[O B V I O U S L Y]

You don't want people to drink it, do you?

[reaperrabbit]

Not particularly. Guess it's funny no one's thought of that before.

[No, no, just because it didn't occur to Brook doesn't mean that lack of initiative is universal.]

[savewell]

It's a simple enough solution. I don't see why someone wouldn't.

[Hmph.]

[reaperrabbit]

I guess if I end up over there at some point, I could try? I haven't actually seen it in person. It's in the park, right?

[And then I figured out how Brook ends up Drinking the Tea.]

[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.