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[papermache]

Hey, Prospero.

After the little happy-fest the full moon gave us, I gotta ask. What makes you happy?

This is entirely for scientific research into completely innocent methods of saving the world by filling it with happiness and joy. Something like that.

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[namedforcat]

Coffee. I swear, caffeine makes almost every world go round. [He's teasing her a little, but it is true, coffee can make him happy]

[papermache]

I think that counts under "obvious". My blood is slowly but surely being replaced with this Mad Bull stuff they have in the vending machines here.

[namedforcat]

It does wonders for when you need to stay up for the dark hour, doesn't it.

[papermache]

Or when you're working on something already.

[namedforcat]

Many projects got done solely on the power of coffee.

[papermache]

Without caffeine, no one would ever graduate.

[namedforcat]

And colleges would be empty forever.

[papermache]

In all seriousness, yeah, you probably should sleep and take breaks like normal people, but the world sometimes doesn't give you the luxury.

[namedforcat]

Of course, no one can function with out sleep.

[papermache]

I'd normally argue, but I do need to plug myself in at night. Usually passed out. Whatever works.

[namedforcat]

That works, as I suppose that's a type of sleep. [He...isn't surprised she says she has to 'plug in' his canon has cyborgs and other things like that.]

[papermache]

Plug in, sleep, hopefully both at once, whatever works.

[namedforcat]

Have you been doing alright here?

[papermache]

Decent. Had to grab a manual wheelchair for the Dark Hour, though, and that's a pain. I can't get into half these buildings.

[namedforcat]

That...That must be really inconvenient for you.

[papermache]

Better than dragging yourself around town at a rate of stupid-per-second.

[namedforcat]

No doubt. There must be a way to make things easier for you here.

[papermache]

Probably. Need to get working on it. Think our hosts would be courteous enough to install an elevator in the dungeon?

[namedforcat]

If not, they really should, considering we have to deal with the Shadows that come from it.

[papermache]

We'll come to that.

[namedforcat]

Hopefully. Maybe we can find some sort of tech that will work in the dark hour.

[papermache]

Surprised dissecting the phones hasn't yielded anything. Those work.

[namedforcat]

I don't know how far they've gotten on that project yet, so I can't pass any judgement there.

[papermache]

Sometimes, stuff like this just dangles the answer in front of your face and laughs at you.

[namedforcat]

Yes, like a carrot on a string.

[papermache]

Or a Core Gem on a chain, but that doesn't matter right now. If I ever see the ones who dumped us in here, they are waking up duct taped to their ceiling.

[namedforcat]

Hah, a fitting end to a misadventure such as this.

[papermache]

Something like that.

[smothersome]

A fine quest! For me, 'tis many things. The joys of nature are many, the joys of family and love even more so. The feel of the sun shining upon my face, of the rain soaking me to the bone; the whispers of the trees that tell their secrets to each other in a language we cannot understand.

The smile on my son's face, the smell of roasted boar that fills the air and stirs hunger; the touch of a butterfly upon my face. All of these bring happiness into my life. And much more.

[papermache]

Someone just loves life, huh?

[smothersome]

But of course! Be there anything finer?

[papermache]

Considering you can say everything counts as life, that's a trick question, isn't it?

OH GOD I AM SORRY FOR LATENESS.

[smothersome]

'tis correct indeed! None save the dead know yet if anything be greater than life. [♥]

[papermache]

Is half the city this happy?

[smothersome]

I doubt it greatly. Indeed, more that I have met show sorrow or anger. 'tis not without its cause.

[papermache]

So it's just you and Rainbowgirl, then.

[smothersome]

'Rainbowgirl'? Alas, but I know not this name. Tell me, madame, be there something wrong with joy in your eyes?

[papermache]

The one with the uber-long hair who loves everything.

Heh, no way. Like I said. I intend to save the world by pumping some life into it.

[smothersome]

Unfortunately, I have yet to meet them.

[A low laugh. She didn't look the motherly type...]

'tis a noble goal! To bring life into the world.

[papermache]

*She doesn't get it.*

Yeah, all these people sitting around like lumps on a log, slugging around everywhere 'cause their lives suck, or maybe their lives don't suck but they're still not happy. Just make 'em more lively. Make 'em live!

[smothersome]

...are they not already alive? If they are dead, then it is little surprise to see that they do little.

[papermache]

It's an expression, Sparkles. People are alive, but they're not living, really.

[smothersome]

...then are they the undead? Those who rise up from the graves to wander the world in bitterness at their suffering?

[papermache]

Okay, note to self, you're a very literal guy. What I mean is, I want to make people see that the world is a lot of fun.

[smothersome]

Not truly. I am a poet, after all, and what good is poetry or song in honest literalness? But 'tis only that the phrase confused me. If one is living, then one has life.

But this is a truly good goal, fair maid!

[papermache]

Well, if it works.

[smothersome]

Faith can work miracles, youngling. If it is backed up by effort, at least.

[sawthelight]

That sounds like a wonderful idea!

[have a perky blonde beaming at you, Mila. Obviously happy is just kind of... her natural state of being?]

A lot of things make me happy. Cooking, and cleaning, and reading, and music... flowers, and sunshine, and animals! And having friends makes me happiest of all.

[papermache]

...okay, so obviously you come from Rainbowland. Good point, though.