video; un egyptologist - evening of 19 October

[egyptologist]

[ Oh hello, it's your friendly neighborhood egyptologist slash mummy hunter tuning in. Evelyn's hair is windswept and framing her face, cheeks pink from what is prooobably either whiskey or wine. She's tired of visions and migraines and soul crushing loneliness and has thrown herself into re-establishing her shop.

She's sat at one of the little tables in the back by the fireplace, the culprit of her pink cheeked, rosy glow sat on the table next to her. She's got her little device propped up against a book to properly frame her. ]

Hello, fellow residents. I just wanted to let you know that my bookshop, Spellbound Book Co., is open once more. By all means, please come in any time, have a look around.

[ She leans back in her chair, a little roughly, picks up her tumbler - the question is answered, it's whatever passes for whiskey - and smiles. ]

Who else has a business here? Let's all discuss our business endeavors, feel free to chat amongst yourselves.

[ Is she drunk? Maybe a little. ]

Comments

[righthemisphere]

[He laughs.]

She sounds great. We moved around too much to have one but it never stopped us from begging or bringin' home strays.

What was her name?

[egyptologist]

[ She really was fantastic. ]

Muffin. Entirely unoriginal, but my mother named her.

[righthemisphere]

Nah that's sweet.

And besides, food names are fun. My raccoon is named Spaghetti.

[egyptologist]

You...have a raccoon?

[righthemisphere]

Yeah. She's great. I met her in Deerington and she's stayed with me.

[egyptologist]

[ well that's cute as hell. ]

I didn't realize they could be tamed - that's lovely.

[righthemisphere]

Neither did I but she's my best little buddy now. You should come meet her some time.