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I been thinking. I thought it was cool how the Enclosure got programmed the way it did for Bucky's party, so I was wondering if I could do that, too-- not for a party, but for a fireworks show. I don't know if any of the people here have ever been to one, but where I come from, they're real popular in the summer. You go to a big empty field at night, sit on blankets, and just... watch. Maybe bring out a keg of beer or something, I don't know. You think the Enclosure could do that?
I wanted to do it on my birthday, if things are all calmed down. Sometimes these shows can get crazy and loud with people dancing and partying, but I know I ain't in a raucous mood, and I bet I'm not the only one. So maybe a quiet one would be good right now. Something relaxing.
It'd be nice, I think.
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Letty, Mason, Morgana, and Simon]
Merlin's better. He-- it's real complicated, but he didn't mean that stuff he said. I know that nothing was making him say it, but he had those parasites in him that had him thinking it was the best thing to do, and... he regrets it. He changed his mind.
[She sounds relieved, if just a tiny bit wary. She wasn't affected by the Sha herself, and she still isn't 100% clear on what exactly it was or how it worked-- so while she's ever-trusting and wants to give her warden the benefit of the doubt, it's going to take her a week or so of him being normal for her to fully believe that he really is staying, and he really does want her as his inmate.]
I ain't mad at him. Y'all don't have to be either.
[Mason and Simon, she's looking at you.]
[filtered to Crowley]
Hi.
I wanted to do it on my birthday, if things are all calmed down. Sometimes these shows can get crazy and loud with people dancing and partying, but I know I ain't in a raucous mood, and I bet I'm not the only one. So maybe a quiet one would be good right now. Something relaxing.
It'd be nice, I think.
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Letty, Mason, Morgana, and Simon]
Merlin's better. He-- it's real complicated, but he didn't mean that stuff he said. I know that nothing was making him say it, but he had those parasites in him that had him thinking it was the best thing to do, and... he regrets it. He changed his mind.
[She sounds relieved, if just a tiny bit wary. She wasn't affected by the Sha herself, and she still isn't 100% clear on what exactly it was or how it worked-- so while she's ever-trusting and wants to give her warden the benefit of the doubt, it's going to take her a week or so of him being normal for her to fully believe that he really is staying, and he really does want her as his inmate.]
I ain't mad at him. Y'all don't have to be either.
[Mason and Simon, she's looking at you.]
[filtered to Crowley]
Hi.
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... No. I don't think there is.
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You're nice to me; you're a nice person. That's a compliment.
You're my friend and I like you a lot.
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That's a start.
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Nope, now it's your turn. You gotta say some good stuff about me first.
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Your nose is cute.
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Now, she's drunk and cracking up.]
Okay, guess I won't get that nose job I was planning on, then!
[That is a joke; she's never planned on getting a nose job.]
Fuck, my turn. Okay, uh... I ain't attracted to you, yeah, but you ain't bad-looking.
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[Drunk and laughing is pretty funny too. Crowley smiles a little and rolls his eyes playfully.]
Thank you so much. You're not ugly. How does that feel?
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You, uh... you got good taste in music.
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That's true, I do. By the way, the Queen albums are not mine.
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[She frowns, wondering if "So did you" counted as his compliment (she thinks he was talking about having good musical taste, not about sounding mean). Is it her turn again?
She considers her empty beer can. Then she snags his and drinks out of that.]
Youuuuu… you got nice hands. People can have nice hands, right? Mason has nice hands.
Hands all kinda look the same, sometimes.
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[Crowley hates Queen. That music has been haunting him for years. First it was his cassettes, then it was his burnt CDs, then it was his iPod -- it just keeps coming.]
Sure they can. Are my hands nicer than Mason's?
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No. Nope, sorry. Nobody's are. He's got the nicest everything.
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Wait, what?
How do I prove that?
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And it's your turn. Twice, maybe; say two compliments.
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Wait, why two?
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Here, I'm gonna make you my neutral opinion.
[She pulls out her phone and scrolls back until she finds one of Mason's video broadcasts, then hands it over to Crowley.]
See? Fucking adorable. Gorgeous.
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[Crowley takes it and watches the broadcast, then casts her a dubious look.]
You're serious.
All right, now I don't feel so bad. You just have weird taste.
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