Video; un: MrMurdery

[charlastan]

[Stan is broadcasting from what some might recognize as the interior of the Murder Hut. Throughout the month Stan's been working on repairs because it's a good way to get rid of all that bloodsport energy and also the humming endless anxiety about how October is coming.

But when he gets on camera, he's grinning! He's kind of tired around the edges, but he's chipper at least!]

Hello, Trench! It's your local Mr. Murder-y here!

[He waves, like it's an infomercial!]

Mark your calendars, folks! The Murder Hut is returning November 1st! That's right; we're absolutely not messing around with October here at the Hut. Once whatever's gonna happen happens, we'll be open for business!

[The windows directly behind Stan are pre-emptively boarded up, in fact. You know...just in case. It's fine.]

Anyway! I'm looking for unpaid labor to help me fix up the Murder Hut to get ready for our grand reopening. It's still pretty busted from that time I got eaten by a giant worm. Now, where are all those teenagers I've come to know and tolerate?

[He mimes like he's squinting out into an audience. Surely someone will turn up to help him with a pitch like that, right?]

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voice; un: MrMurdery

[charlastan]

[Stan gladly takes the out of talking with just voice, so he doesn't have to keep showing off how beat he looks.]

Eh, it's nothing big - just haven't slept great lately. Probably, I dunno. Pre-October jitters or something dumb like that.

[That makes more sense to him than his stupid blood making him anxious as hell - there's a reason behind all of this! Clearly!]

But great! I can definitely use another pair of hands around here. That worm did a real number on this place.

[laminae]

[That doesn't mean Fern isn't going to stop prodding!!]

Oh. You sure? It could be a blood thing, Varian's been a mess all month.

[Though October jitters is very valid, honestly.]

I'm kinda amazed it's still standing, honestly. But anyways, I'm good at hammering stuff, and I'm way stronger than a normal human, so just point me in the direction of whatever needs doing.

[charlastan]

Yeah, well. Varian knows October's dangerous too, so...who knows!

[As much as he hates having a thing in common with Varian, ugh.]

Great! 'Cause it needs a lot of hammering, and I've got lots of stuff to lift around here. Come on down whenever!

[Gosh it's almost like he crammed a month's worth of repair work into two days! Imagine that!]

[laminae]

[Too late, Stan, the connection has been made.]

I guess... Dunno if either of you are really 'jitters' kinda people, though.

[And he's going to continue making those comparisons, sorry Stan.]

Cool. I don't got a lot going on so I'll be down soon.

[charlastan]

Eh, you got me there.

[Or at least, that's how he'd rather people think of him. But he also doesn't offer up any other alternatives for what it could be, because as far as he's concerned? They just have to make it through October.]

Great! I'll see you when you get here, kid!

[laminae]

Maybe you two got more in common than you think.

[AKA this is Fern's terrible attempt at trying to get them to get along. It isn't something he's ever been particularly skilled at, given punching and swords aren't involved.]

Ok!

[charlastan]

Nice try, but there's no way I've got anything in common with that little nerd.

[There's no bite to it though, because he knows Varian is important to Fern. ...especially considering he just admitted to a thing they have in common a moment ago.]

[laminae]

Ha ha, no way! I bet you've got tons of other stuff in common with him, too! I should make a whole list.

[He's mostly teasing, except for the part where he might actually go do that.]

[charlastan]

Absolutely not. There is definitely not enough for a list.

[Which means that, of course, this is probably happening now.]

[laminae]

[It is absolutely happening. Sorry, Stan.]

Ha ha, there totally is! Wanna make a bet on it?

[charlastan]

[Stan squints.]

...Depends what you wanna bet.

[Meaning yes, definitely, absolutely.]

[laminae]

Uh....

[Well, he doesn't want another year of 'I told you so's, so.....]

Food? Bones?

[Sorry Stan, he isn't good at this.]

[charlastan]

Let's go with food! You're always giving me bones, so food'll feel more like a prize!

[A pause.]

...Wait, can you eat again? Did you ever figure that out here?

[He knows he couldn't for a bit, so they don't have to do food.]

[laminae]

Okay, food it is! [He's cool with that, that's more incentive for him to make a good list.]

Oh, I found my scout badge. So it's still using magic, but I can at least kind of eat like a normal person.

[It's definitely better than nothing.]

[charlastan]

Good enough for me!

[Perfect! No need to feel guilty!]

How about this - loser has to make something of the winner's choosing! Whatever dumb food they want!

[laminae]

[Now this bet sounds right up Fern's alley.]

Cool! Then it's a bet! Man, you're gonna go down!

[charlastan]

Not a chance, kid! You're going down and I'm getting pancakes shaped like my face!

[Or whatever else he dreams up in the moment! Pancakes sound pretty good right about now though.]