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[hussistant]

[Phone]

Hello? Is this even working? Hello?

I hate to be an inconvenience but could a consort of this planet be so kind as to explain to me how I ended up here? And why I woke up next to a human man who keeps trying to kiss me... I swear if this is one of Mister Hussie's "trollings" I'm going to be severely put out with him. Changing someone's entire species and dropping them on an alien planet when they're trying to bring a recovering patient soup is incredibly ru-

Oh no! Mister Slick!

His soup is going to get cold.

[Around Mayfield.]

[From late morning to early evening Ms. Paint can be found exploring her new surroundings. Feel free to approach the tiny, plump blonde woman wandering the streets.]

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[originalnumber]

Ahh... While I cannot say that anyone imprisoned here is aware of the details of how they're taken here, I doubt a 'Mister Hussie' was involved.

[Um.]

...What is 'trolling'..?

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[hussistant]

Oh...I see...That's not good. Not good at all.

It's a human word, I think. It means to fool or trick someone. [That's what she's picked up beyond the fourth wall at least.]

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[originalnumber]

Is that so?

Mmm... It may be best not to use the term too excessively whilst here then; it may be considered a racial slur of sorts to the actual trolls present.

[Ahhh...] Forgive me- I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Astral.

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[hussistant]

Actual trolls? They're here? [It can't possibly be them...can it?]

Oh no, I'm sorry! I didn't introduce myself in the first place. I'm Ms. Paint.

[headfullofempty]

[Hmm, Slick? It might be worth asking.]

You don't mean Spades Slick, do you?

[hussistant]

That's him, yes.

[headfullofempty]

Really? How d'you know the boss?

[She seems so much nicer than the people Slick usually hangs around with.]

Around Mayfield

[thetrudger]

[Chaucer's been wandering about Mayfield lately, trying to get used to the area, when he spots her.]

Hello, madam, are you lost?

Around Mayfield

[hussistant]

[Oh! A human who isn't giving her a vacant stare. What a nice change.]

Misplaced seems like a better word for how I feel but lost is appropriate too.

[thetrudger]

[He nods.]

I see. You must be new here, then. I can relate. I have not been here long, but if I can help you in any way, I should be glad to do so.

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[cullscuttlefish]

I'm afraid you've woken up in a plaice called Mayfield. That guy next to you is like a human matesprit or something. I don't entirely get human relationships.

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[hussistant]

[That voice! She knows that voice! It's the poor, sweet troll princess who had a hole blown through her chest. How is she here?]

But I've never even had a matesprit, let alone a human one. [Matesprit isn't even a carapace word but if she's speaking to a troll she might as well use their words for simplicity's sake.]

[cullscuttlefish]

It's one of those weird things that happens. When they -- wait, you know what I'm talking about? Huh.

Anyway. When you get brought here, they stick you in a house with other people. It's pretty random, so far as I can tell. But there are two grown-ups who are supposed to be like matesprits, then there are kids, then there are sometimes pets.

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[cueball]

That moron isn't here. The stabbing one is, on the other hand.

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[hussistant]

I was told about Mr. Slick-

[Wait.

Waaaaaaaaaait.]

How are you here?

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[cueball]

The same way you are, obviously. Don't ask pointless questions like that, girl.

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[ex_seventh238]

...Mister Slick? As in, Spades Slick?

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[hussistant]

Yes, that's him. I was told he was already here.

[ex_seventh238]

That's right. ...May I ask how you've come to know him, if that's okay? [slick didn't seem like the social type, 8Ta]

[Action]

[shellfishlovver]

[If Ms.Paint happens upon Anderson, She will find Dualscar pacing between the homes of the Condesce and Mindfang. Initially he was intending to visit the Condesce out of nothing more than formality but then he re-considered chickened out and decided he should visit Mindfang instead.

Ah. But no. Maybe not. He can't decide.]

[Action]

[hussistant]

[See Ms. Paint.

See Ms. Paint freeze on the sidewalk and begin screaming internally. You were killed off for a reason, Douchescar.]

[Action]

[shellfishlovver]

[Dualscar pauses mid-pace to stare at Ms.Paint. Perhaps he should be used to the horrified expressions, but he's feeling defensive and irritated.]

What?

[Phone]

[cuestickgenius]

"Mister Slick".

You mean Spades?

Around Mayfield

[derp_detective]

[Gumshoe is on his way home from work when he spots Ms. Paint as she wanders. Oh man, Gumshoe recognizes that look alright! Maybe he can help out, so he calls out.]

Um hi there! You're new here, right?

[phone]

[stabdads]

If you're looking for Slick, you found him. But I don't know nothin' about no soup. Who are you?