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Chateau Grief 18

Grant: Good morning, I'm Mr. Rhelan.

Grant: Well this is my first try at this too.

Grant: You all look like a toad hootenanny in a hailstorm. Now where did I put that roster?

Thought(Patricia): Pay attention Gregory! I do wish our guide would get down to business and talk about the lighthouse! I've got to work on Gregory's socialization. Young people are so unappreciative of culture...

Narration(Kore): I have never been this hungover before. Ever

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Coffee Mug: You can literally die from lack of coffee

Narration(Kore): What the hell happened last night? Was I run over by a train?

Narration(Kore): And then Grant does his hear ye, hear ye medieval proclamation jazz. Except he said his name was Rhelan... Why am I calling him Grant?

Grant: I won't ask if any of you know what's going on. If you could competently run your own life, you wouldn't be here.

Alan: I and my family are here to spread the good news. We don't care what you think.

Telepathy(Kore): Alan Lyrken & son Age: 24 Weight: increasing Pursuing a position in, as he calls it, full-time Christian work, has married, on schedule, the nice little redhead who was in class with him at Bible college, and they are now working on becoming the progenitors of precisely 2.8 children, who will ideally become notorious local hellions if all goes as planned for his career.

Narration(Kore): I have always been good at reading people. It's my job. I make snap judgments. I act on instinct. But this is a little ridiculous.

Grant: Excellent. Eynhallow can use a forty-eight church. Someone's gotta compete with the Satanists.

Grant: Yes, weird smiling lady, and unfortunately clueless son... I remember you too.

Grant: and Kore... do you always look like you've just been shipwrecked?

Narration(Kore): ... project vulnerability, elicit sympathy, return the challenge with spirit, but don't come on too strongly...and watch him fold

Thought(Grant): She has no idea.

Narration(Kore): Evaluate that thought later, now get him playing defense...wait...I am now officially delusional...because I'm taking it for granted that I can read his trippy mind.

Grant: I...uh... Sorry, I'd better get on with it, hadn't I?

Narration(Kore): My face may feel like it's made of pineapple rind, but as far as megalomaniac supervillain delusions go...I've had worse.

Author Notes:

The world's most evil baby face.,