Chapter Twenty-Four

[thebestseller]

Hey. Whoever stole all the booze out of the bar, you do realize you could have just wished for some more, right?

So, uh, the Death Match will still be open and operational for any drowning-sorrows needs, just... without the usual selection. Maybe I could throw a BYOB party. A college-style kegger. Unless the thief comes along and steals from that, too... so, nevermind. Just come as you are. I'll supply the sriracha peanuts.

[Open either on the journal or to action threads- actionspam or prose, it's up to you!

Castle will be taking care to cover up spiral patterns in the wood on the bar- he's not fixating any more but has had quite enough of them for now.]

Comments

[thebestseller]

Maybe I could start writing a dictionary. I can't imagine you're the only one who's ever been confused by how we talk here.

[rapscalliongirl]

Maybe you can. But I can't read, so it wouldn't help me.

[thebestseller]

... really?

[rapscalliongirl]

Yeah, I never managed to learn.

[thebestseller]

Well, that's a damn shame, I say. Ever wanted to learn, though?

[rapscalliongirl]

Yeah, 'course I would like to, but I can't.

[thebestseller]

Why not?

[rapscalliongirl]

I dunno, my mind just goes blank and stuff.

[thebestseller]

I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble here.

[rapscalliongirl]

Nah, I'm pretty fine without being able to. I've managed this far, so why not, you know?

[thebestseller]

Yeah, as long as the journals can read to you, you'll get by fine.