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WHO: Sampo, Caelus, Noctis, and Gilgamesh
WHERE: Inside Gil's teapot, mostly.
WHEN: Just after the mid-month zodiac post
WHAT: Sampo having Noct and Caelus come stay over while things in the city aren't so hot. Chaos probably gonna ensue.
WARNINGS: Just general nonsense of four chaos goblins in one house.



[ 'Meet me outside of Poundland' isn't exactly the best sentence to say to ANYONE, and yet it's a sentence Samuel had to use today. Thinking back on it, he really wonders why the owners of this establishment decided on fucking THAT for the name of their store, but.

It did fine for a meeting place--especially given the 'place' he was staying was hidden in plain sight in the shop nextdoor. The shop that, in Undertown, many had wonderings if it was the front of some money laundering group. Which was hilarious.

Sampo can be found waiting--looking enough like "himself" to be recognizable, but with a mix of grey and blue hair instead of his usual ruffled brown.

He'll wiggle his fingers when Caelus and Noct finally approach, before throwing his arms out wide with a bright smile. ]

My friends! You. Uh.

You weren't followed, were you.

Comments

[throwmoreswords]

That sounded like a Sam problem, not a me problem. But most people call me Gil. I don't recall your name either.

[actnormal]

Caleb. I think Sam and Noct skipped the introductions, heh.

[Moving on.]

Where did you get all this stuff?

[throwmoreswords]

They're foolish at the best of times, and given the circumstances we're currently in--perhaps it can be forgiven, or perhaps I can dangle it over their heads for fun and profit. We'll see.

[ why use two words when you can use ten instead??

it's a weird question to be asked where he got stuff from, really. it makes him pause and think. ]

The older ornamental pieces tend to be antiques from auctions or private dealers like the man I live with. Most of the furniture is custom. I had my assistants pick up the technology.

[ Gilgamesh does not know what a Best Buy is, only that it has a PS5. ]

[actnormal]

[. . .]

How rich are you?

[throwmoreswords]

[ . . . ]

I do not know that I am capable of expressing the number in English. Or in my mothertongue. Or any other language.

[actnormal]

More or less than the Amazon guy?

[throwmoreswords]

He's invited me to parties before, but he's too much of a tool for my taste.

[actnormal]

That didn't answer the question, but at least you have decent enough taste I guess.

[Christ.]

[throwmoreswords]

I can't speak to how much money that dorkass has, but to be fair only one of us has lost half our net worth in alimony.

I might be an obnoxious capitalist but I have some standards.

[actnormal]

And self-awareness.

[Sir this is a buy-nothing raccoon. You amaze and alarm him.]

Are the sofas comfortable?

[throwmoreswords]

I have a whole monologue about it, but it's been mentioned that it's a bit 'trashy megalomaniac supervillain' to just start talking about what's valuable in humanity.

[ terribly self-aware and surrounded by at least one person who tells him he's Deeply Unwell when he starts thinking about grail mud too hard. ]

I would not argue that they are, no.

[actnormal]

Yeah, kinda. If they're not comfortable why have them?

1/2

[throwmoreswords]

[ huh. that's a great question.

time to actually think about it for a minute. ]

2/2

[throwmoreswords]

I like the way they look. They're interesting pieces, visually, and the colors are pleasing to me. If I want to sit somewhere, I tend to go into my office or stay in my bed.

[actnormal]

And your guests? If you want to look at them, put them in a museum.

[throwmoreswords]

What guests?

[actnormal]

Me? Noct? Sam?

[throwmoreswords]

All of you incredibly recent developments in my existence. Some of you literally just today, in fact. [ a wry look, head tilting just a bit. ] I don't have guests, so I've never bothered to decorate as if someone else would be in my space long term.

[actnormal]

...maybe change that? I think you're going to get more guests.

[throwmoreswords]

[ there's a brief look of genuine confusion on his face ]

I don't get what you mean. I don't have friends--unless that's your way of telling me you intend to invite people over without asking me if it's fine first.

[actnormal]

[Is this man broken? Is that what this is?]

What do you call Sam, then?

[throwmoreswords]

[ nah he'd held together with duct tape and spite but that's not broken ]

I call him Sam. Yourself? [ wryly, eyes lidded ] I'm still trying to come to terms with what I want from Sam. I don't know that I 'call' him anything.

[actnormal]

Well, he'd probably consider you a friend?

[Maybe start there?

What is this conversation.]

[throwmoreswords]

[ a punishment for touchin' stuff, probably ]

He uses the word 'friend' like most people use the word 'the'. He'd call someone with a knife to his neck friend until he managed to wiggle his way out of the situation.

[actnormal]

[HE BARELY TOUCHED ANYTHING.]

Well, yeah, but he brought me and Noct here to you so...that's something, right?