Text @vanhelsing

[thepsyingnun]

Greetings.

For those I have not met, I am Sister Agatha Van Helsing. I have been mentally absent this past fortnight. Given this, I have questions for those gathered here. I have many, in fact, but will start with this:

Were you also mentally disturbed for any time this past month? If so, what do you recall? If not, what did you observe of those that were?

The gifts given appear to be the work of a child. Do any recall hearing the voice of a child before arriving here? What did it say to you?

Do any of those present have experience with the supernatural, unholy, witchcraft, or how ever else you wish to label it? I would like to arrange a meeting for us to compile and compare knowledge, if so.

Was anyone not native to this location killed during the events of the past month?

My thanks.

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[thepsyingnun]

The lights, yes. I recall those as well. We were mesmerized, perhaps? Taken control of.

It is unfortunate the village is gone. No chance to investigate now.

[spaghettimonster]

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF MAGIC LIKE THAT...

BUT I'VE NEVER WOKEN UP IN A DIFFERENT, HOUSE. AND TOWN, LIKE THIS BEFORE.

[The nongrammatical comma cuts off where he realizes what he nearly typed. Ix-nay on the admissions of onsterhood-may, and deflect with positivity.]

WE'LL JUST HAVE TO COLLECT ALL WE KNOW! MAYBE WE HAVE ENOUGH PIECES, TO SOLVE THIS MYSTERY.

[thepsyingnun]

You're familiar with some magic, then?

[spaghettimonster]

[Whoops. Well, he might slip up eventually, so he might as well admit this much.]

YEAH, SOME MAGIC. I USED TO BE ABLE TO HEAL...

CHANGING PEOPLES' MINDS, THAT'S JUST IN CARTOONS. STORIES FOR KIDS!

[thepsyingnun]

[Sorry, boo. She's a hound on the trail now.]

Where did you acquire these powers?

[spaghettimonster]

[Oh, he's realizing it. How well he knows the sense of a canine in pursuit. But usually they're looking to steal his spare bones, not pry secrets from him. Also, usually they ask more sensible questions.]

ACQUIRED?? THEY WEREN'T FOR SALE, OR EVEN STEALING.

[thepsyingnun]

Have you always had them?

[spaghettimonster]

HMM, I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD GET THAT SPECIFIC. IT'S SORT OF CONFIDENTIAL...

[Now's as good a time to continue establishing his cover story as secret government experiment, thanks again to Okuyasu for the brilliant idea.]

BUT! I CAN TELL YOU, I'VE HAD THEM SINCE CHILDHOOD.
I MAYBE JUST HADN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE THEM, BEFORE THAT.

[thepsyingnun]

Confidential? To some power here?

[spaghettimonster]

WELL. MAYBE NOT HERE.
BUT JUST BECAUSE NOBODY'S HERE TO KNOW I SPILLED,
IS NO REASON TO GET INTO BAD HABITS!!

[thepsyingnun]

Secrets from each other will not help in our escape.

[spaghettimonster]

HMM... I DON'T KNOW. SURE, THEY'RE ANNOYING...

BUT SOMETIMES IT'S DEFINITELY WORTH IT, TO HAVE AN ACE UP YOUR SLEEVE.

[thepsyingnun]

Against your fellow travelers?

[spaghettimonster]

WELL. JUST BECAUSE I'D LIKE TO BE FRIENDS, DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE DOES.

[He can't point to the self-professed monster hunter in their midst without giving too much away, but Agatha's reasons are getting to him. Maybe he can meet her halfway...]

...SAY. HOW ABOUT, I STOP BY WITH A SAMPLE OF MY COOKING.
I HAVEN'T SHARED MY COLD HOT DOG PIE WITH YOU, HAVE IT???

[thepsyingnun]

[Did someone was one on one interrogation time?]

That sounds delightful.

text -> action?

[spaghettimonster]

THEN I'LL SEE YOU SOON,
FOR A COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY UNRELATED CONVERSATION!

[Hint hint, fellow kidnappees. Papyrus leaves the conversation there, but doesn't leave Agatha hanging for long, lest she worry he's gone and gotten double kidnapped or something. Instead, he bustles around to grab jacket and some food for a walk down the block, the cold hot dog pie slices secure in a Tupperware-Brand container. It's no MTT-Brand, by any means, but it'll do.

A few minutes later he's at her front door, knocking politely.]

Re: text -> action?

[thepsyingnun]

[She lets him in directly, having been waiting for him right by the door.]

Such a pleasure.

[spaghettimonster]

Thanks for having me over!

[Maybe it's premature, thanking her for what's promising to be a sweat-inducing friendly interrogation. But maybe starting out on a mannerly foot will keep it all a little more relaxed than that.

To that end, he holds up the container, in a gesture of offering. He really brought one, and not just for the benefit of any eavesdroppers on the conversation who might have hid in bushes or peered out windows to watch his walk down the street.]

My brother loves it, so I've made a few batches... It's edible.