Wings, The Hoodie Has 'Em

[Tuesday]

"Coolio." says the Unicorn as she tries to get some lint off her right sock. The sock was blue and green striped one. "And yeah that's totally it. Epic bad asses from a more legendary time, a little easier to grasp. Then...well. You know. The Perfect Enlightened City of Perfect Enlightenedness. 'Cause yeah. My Perfect, prolly not your Perfect. Conflict's a part of life yeah? And the idea that there wasn't any to get that Perfect Enlightened City of Perfect Enlightenedness in the first place is...well. You know. Weird. And more then just weird. But I don't have a word. I need a better word then 'weird.'"

A mournful look. Tuesday couldn't find one now. These pants didn't let her carry her ratty dictionary with her. And Tuesday with a purse went together like peanut butter and mayonnaise.

"Oracles sending the Dreams so we could kick the Seer-assclown-dee-bags in the nads is something I can get behind." The Unicorn says instead.

The Silence is nice, one that Tuesday didn't feel like filling with a barrage of words. Until she did. "Do you need to Art Talk to peeps? Am I holding you up? Or you done-done for today?"

[Campanella]

"No. No work for me today. But I think that perhaps we are done for the moment. Or do you have any other questions?" Campanella stirred and focussed on the Apostate. "I am sorry that I can only discuss certain issues to those outside my Order. Oaths, you understand?"

Shall we wrap? The scene has been going for some time.

[Tuesday]

"S'alright. I get it." Tuesday nods, while her hazels light up at the sight of a hole in her sock. "I just sewed you up you sneaky little shit."

"But yeah." looking up at the Moros, and dropping her foot to the floor. "I'm all questioned out. And yeah. You're the first person I'll call when I get a few more knockin' 'round my noggin." she assures the man with a grin.

Sure. Seems like this has come to a natural close anyway. This was majorly fun btw. Thanks for indulging a Unicorn!