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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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[. . . mmmmhmmm I'm going to go up to the barn loft . . . . . . first the lamb incident, then the sleeping guy, what the fuck, please leave my animals alone]

[up in the loft you find: a corpse!! in an especially shady corner. that seems to be the source of the blood, anyway, so that's good?

though it rolling over to look at you might not be so good.]

[he can sense . . . that you're mentally aware, so he's not. as alarmed as he might be.]

Do you need a Healer??

[still a little alarmed]

[brushing some of his hair out of his face so he can look at him better]

No, I'm fine here.

[checking him out. is it his blood . . .?]

[it certainly seems to be, though there don't appear to be any wounds open on him currently]

Is this your barn?

I work here, yes.

Those are two different things, but whatever, sure. My apologies for messing it up.

Please, it's fine.

[coming all the way over, now, crouching down. looking concerned]

Let me help. What do you need?

[what is this emotion, it sounds fake]

I'm fine, I swear. I've got everything I need.

Right. But you're going to . . . need to be not here.

I will, by 8:30 pm.

Sunset . . .?

I've got a strict nocturnal schedule.

. . . I see.

Where did you—come from?

The playground?

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