[The Balladeer can sense Some Shit going down even without that summons. He'd been in the garden, playing music like he promised he would, but at that, he walks into the treeline and transitions himself to the cafeteria scene seamlessly, walking in from the kitchen doors.
The Player has been...fine, since he got here. She used to be a lot friendlier towards him. In retrospect, he assumes that was all manipulation, so the fact that she hasn't been actively schmoozing with everyone has been...a little bit of a comfort. He still doesn't really like it, but it's...good. And now here we are, with her handing out...]
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The Player has been...fine, since he got here. She used to be a lot friendlier towards him. In retrospect, he assumes that was all manipulation, so the fact that she hasn't been actively schmoozing with everyone has been...a little bit of a comfort. He still doesn't really like it, but it's...good. And now here we are, with her handing out...]
What'cha got there?