[mock trial intro] move 'em on, head 'em up

[consolemods]

Whatever you were doing before you got here, it isn't what you're doing now. What you're doing now is waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with... unfamiliar glasses on your face. No matter what you can do, you can't take those glasses off... but if you roll your eyes down, you'll be given a rundown of what's going on here.

Hmm. Well, that's probably a little unnerving. Maybe you should... leave? Fortunately, your room's not locked, but as you go downstairs and try and ask the locals what's going on, you'll find they're... less than cooperative. And if you go outside the inn and try to leave into the town... well, you'll find several locations around the town, but you'll also find that you can't seem to leave.

Well. Maybe you should talk to the other people who just showed up here. All the locals are going to tell you is an explanation is forthcoming, so you might want to kill some time getting to know each other.

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paddock

[i_spy]

As many have seen fit to remind me, there is the option of stealing. [ Which comes off half as a remark he believes in, and half as a complaint. Idly he looks at the horses, one hand folded behind his back. ]

One would hope they would not waste a perfectly good steed- [ He gives the horses a once over again. ] or a mediocre one.

[flagrants]

Yeah, I don't care for the whole sneaking around thing. Don't care about paying, but don't want to shove a bag of bread under my shirt either. [ If he were more of an asshole he would torture someone to get food. As is, he's only assholish enough to grab things while Z threatens people. 'cause she definitely will.

As for the horses, he glances over at them again. He's still bored. ] So, what, it's fine if they're crappy "steeds"? You do realize talk like that makes you a freak, right?

[i_spy]

It's all about the quality of your garments. [ Or something. Maybe his ridiculously expensive suit lets him stuff too much crap into it, who knows. ]

Je suis désolé, you must have never have been to a fine dining establishment. [ It's 1972, horse meat only fell out of favor in France in the 1980's, OK. ]

[flagrants]

[ He doesn't bother answering the quality comment. Annoyingly, Five had to have the best of everything. Best clothes for herself (even if nothing that hag wore looked good on her. Could she have been any less self-aware?). Best clothes for her toy. Personally, he'd rather shit on these clothes than wear them but, hey. He doesn't wanna go naked either.

So he moves on with an "uh-huh" that sounds unimpressed. He wishes he hasn't. ] Whatever, old man. If your idea of a quality meal is chewing on horse meat, go for it. They're right there.

[i_spy]

[ Tell us how you really feel about five, Dito. ]

..it would need to be cooked first! Don't tell me you're some lost Siberian cub—Heavy isn't here for better or worse. [ Openly he tsks at being called "old", but he'll let it slide considering how young the boy is in front of him. Not like he has a soft spot for youthful idiots or anything. ]