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[smurfingtonthethird]

"It's fine, I'm not exactly light, either. I weigh about a quarter ton now, heh."

[wolfchild]

"Uh, I don't think I get it."

"Its a method to see play AFTER they are performed, well its a little more complicated than that but"

[smurfingtonthethird]

Garrett stares at some popcorn.

"Oh. Which one should we see?"

[wolfchild]

It's hard to say what you would like, and describing genres is hard to someone that does not know them, ahh well lets try that one

Stella picks a move that is set Renaissance Europe, with a few action scenes and some intrigue

[smurfingtonthethird]

Garrett follows her around, not knowing how things work.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"I... don't know," she says, looking away.

Neferis is silent for a few moments, and then releases Hilda. Only so that she can place her cat in the robot's lap and gesture for her to pet him. _{"It's okay. I understand."}

[PrivateNomad]

Hilda gently lays her hand and strokes the feline's soft fur.
 "Sorry for troubling you with my troubles. How's Bismuth doing?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

_{"It's okay, I don't mind."} The cat on Hilda's lap stretches out and graciously accepts her pettings as Neferis goes on about how Bismuth is doing. Unfortunately Twi is offline, so it's going to be vague, but long story short she's doing great. Her potions business is doing wonderfully, so they have plenty of money and she can afford to purchase all of the ingredients and regents she needs for her experiments. Their house was just finished last year, and they got married a month ago too. In other words, Bismuth and Neferis are doing extremely well for themselves, though things aren't entirely perfect. They have been harassed on several occasions for being golems, and Neferis sadly recounts the story of how one of her beloved felines was gruesomely murdered and left on their doorstep as a warning.

[PrivateNomad]

 "That's terrible..."

[USEC_OFFICER]

_{"It is. But there's nothing we can do. And it hasn't happened again. Yet"} Neferis look down at her lap, her hands at her side balling up into fists as she remembers that terrible moment.

[PrivateNomad]

 "If it happens, you have friends you can go to for help."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Neferis spends a few moments calming herself down, unballing her fists and nervously smoothing down the hem of her skirt before replying, _"Who?"

[PrivateNomad]

 "Us, of course! Have you forgotten?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

_{"No. But you're all so far away. And you can't help us. Not with this. This is. Something we need to do for ourselves."}

[PrivateNomad]

Hilda frowns, but nods.
 "Well, good luck then."