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Hattable's First Annual Line Dance Festival



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Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:43 pm
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Lumi says...



@Hattable MEGA SIGHED.

Lumi rolled for a fatigue check. He was not fatigued at all!

The innkeeper suggested he visit the line dance festival in the town square.

He agreed, he guessed.

Let's dance! Play as your YWS self or a character. Nobody gives a hoot.

LUMI walked in with cowboy boots for days as Boot Scoot 'n Boogie started playing. In a copper spittoon in the corner, he spat spittoon-like, making it spittoon-ring. "Yip," he said, and pulled up his Levi Jeans. "Where's y'all's buffet?"
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much
as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon


I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.





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sheysse says...



Sheyren was mopping the floor. Too much spit, they said. Sheyren could clean it, they said.

Lumi walked over and spat where Sheyren had mopped seconds before. Sighing, he went back and mopped it again.

Why did people insist on spitting. Was it to look cool? It doesn't look cool when you're mopping it, that's for sure.

He had contemplated quitting his part-time job as a spit-mopped, but no one else would hire him, and he had to make a living somehow. It was strange no one would hire someone of his unique skillset, which included writing strange stories, writing strange music, and drawing strange pictures.

But no, the world didn't seem to like strange. And now he was mopping spit.








If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.
— Frank Zhang