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fave ice cream flavor?

Mint chocolate chip. If that is not available, I would go for plain vanilla.

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What do you love the most about Perriot?

.... his smile. It is one of the most genuine ones I've seen, and it was inviting enough to convince me to come out of my shell. I'm forever grateful for it.

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kind of a MILF

reblog

.... does the M not stand for "Mother"? Would DILF not be more appropriate?

.... if this is intended as a complement, then thank you.

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Happy pride month

* gives you two bottles of champagne*

Oh, merci. I'll share these with Pierrot in the near future.

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M!A

5 x 5 x 5 lightyear large tungsten cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub-

shit my card declined

you get to live another day

I would normally offer advice on how to better manage your finances, but seeing as your incompetence has inadvertently spared my life, I shall refrain.

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Baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with my paw baps you with m

That is rather annoying. Do not.

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can i turn your blorbo into homura

// LMFAO SURE

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mod what's your favorite anime

// Madoka Magica. Also sorry for the unannounced hiatus neither of us have really wanted to answer asks the last few days lol.

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*gives you a locket of you and Pierrot happy* something to remind you of why to persevere, Salt

He's stood there for a while, unmoving, uncaring. He almost doesn't register the feeling of something appearing in his hand.

Looking down, something within him stirs. Warmth? Longing? .... Joy? Some odd mixture of the three?

.... perhaps it wasn't so bad, this story. He had gotten a beloved out of it, and realized things about himself in a matter of weeks that hadn't occurred to him in years. Sure, there were gods watching over them, but he wasn't a puppet; simply an outlet for creativity. And maybe that... wasn't so bad.

Meursault - as himself - finds himself back in his room. His head is swimming. Recalling what had happened to Pierrot, he feels guilt settle in his stomach like a rock. He speaks aloud, hoping the other is still there:

I'm.... I'm back. I've made peace with reality. Thank you for staying by my side.

And with that said, he goes to lie down, mentally exhausted.

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(MEURSAULT punches harder, and harder, until-)

.....

And they're out. Meursault feels.... strange. Not bound to a script anymore, but not entirely his old self, either. Stuck in some odd limbo.

He looks down at his body, and.... the features are gone. He resembles a shop mannequin, from what he can tell. He knows he should be distressed, but instead he feels....

Nothing.

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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MEURSAULT

(Through gritted teeth)

Thank you, mon amour. Now, come! We're almost through!

(More punching. The wall is very close to giving. There's.... light? On the other side. MEURSAULT'S gauntlets flake more and more paint by the second until they're a pure, blank white. As debris hits various parts of MEURSAULT, paint flakes from those areas as well.)

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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(MEURSAULT walks up to one of the walls, staring a painted eye down. He raises one of his fists.)

MEURSAULT

(Shouting)

Pierrot. I am going to attempt to make an exit for us. Stand back.

(MEURSAULT punches the eye, and the wall once thought to be concrete dents with surprising ease. The lights flicker more intensely, as if the bulbs are going out. A stray bit of debris hits MEURSAULT in the face, taking a splotch of skin-colored paint with it.)

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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MEURSAULT

(Quiet, as if thinking aloud again)

So this place.... if it reacts to my words so empathetically.....

(MEURSAULT stands up, observing the room closer.)

MEURSAULT (cont'd)

(Louder, as if making an accusation.)

This isn't my real room, is it? Simply another part of the play.

(The lights flicker again.)

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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MEURSAULT:

(Quieter, as if ashamed)

I fear that everything I do in this state is an act. It seems that, in becoming this, I took away the parts of myself that could break free. Clipped my own wings, in a sense.

(Another sigh.)

MEURSAULT (cont'd)

For what it's worth, the urge to escape this is genuine. I.... I can't do it alone, is the problem. Your words reach me, and yet I still feel..... empty.

(At the saying of "empty", the lights in the room flicker.)

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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MEURSAULT

(Louder, now that he can sense the other's presence)

I.... I don't think I'll be able to pull myself out of this state. The emptiness is simply too much. You may gather others, if you like, but...

(A sigh.)

MEURSAULT (cont'd)

Please. Pull me out of the play. I would like to go home.

Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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Do you miss Pierrot? Given he seemed to have vanished so suddenly...

(Yes, perhaps that was it. He wasn't all that interesting ah actor on his own; he worked best when interacting with the others. PIERROT had... become a shadow, hadn't he?)

MEURSAULT

(Still rather quiet)

Pierrot? Are you there?

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ACT I

Scene II

Setting: MEURSAULT'S room, morning. Nothing has changed since last scene, save for PIERROT not being there and MEURSAULT sitting on the bed. It is evident that MEURSAULT hasn't slept.

MEURSAULT:

(Quiet, as if thinking out loud)

So.... the plan is less concrete than I'd imagined. We are less so controlled and more.... guided. Allowed to move within the boundaries of the story.

(MEURSAULT stands up, walking away from the bed. The explanation makes perfect sense to him....)

(But why does he still feel so empty?)