Action, and vastly belated

[freakystrong]

[A familiar musclebound troll is wandering the streets this evening, looking a bit lost. Familiar, that is, except for the ornate blue and gold gown he's wearing (and really, those puffed sleeves are not flattering on a fellow with arms that thick and shoulders that broad), and the elaborate braided updo his hair is in. His expression is sort of helpless and hopeful, and he keeps accosting any passers-by, hands clasped girlishly to his chest.]

Excuse me? Sirrah? Would you happen to know whence the castle has gotten to? I appear to be lost ...

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[dontmccallmyname]

[whoever this guy is, he completely believes what he's saying is the truth. scott's strangely uneven jaw works a little, and then his face clears. AN IDEA.]

Look, is...this like, some extreme LARP thing?

[freakystrong]

[blinks at him, then blushes a deep blue, smoothing his skirt and looking scandalized] I'm not sure what you're speaking of, sirrah, but it does not sound fit for the ears of a highborn lady.

sorry this is 100000 years late

[dontmccallmyname]

[scott opens his mouth to respond, but nothing really comes out. he clears his throat.]

You know, like...when you pretend you're other people.

[so, scott isn't really clear what LARP entails.]

Anyway, I mean, maybe you wanna try asking, like, other people dressed like you? 'Cause I'm not...

[he gestures to equius's clothes.]

Yeah.

It's cool, I'm in the same place myself. XD

[freakystrong]

You're not a lady? Yes, I had noticed. [primly] You think I should only speak to others of my stature and gender?