You know what for fun send 🃏 and I'll do my best to make a poker night at the inventory cast for your muse

if you agree or disagree with who I pick is completely fine 👍 this is just for funies

The dealer

Lance's grin is a rarity. Usually stone-faced and the possessor of the title for world's most terrifying RBF, he can't help but express his glee at having riled up this slimebag as easily as he's managed to. (I know an easy target when I see one.)

"Oh, see, I don't have one around here yet, and given that you look like your blood's half coke and you've got krokodil-sized holes in your brain, I thought I could ask you for a new contact."

Thursday is more than happy to oblige. She understood the name of the game perfectly well - it's just that what she loves even more than playing games is being a clown. Making people laugh is one of the best things in the world, so if she can do that, she can count her job here well done.

The only problem now is... she honestly can't remember what's in this luggage she just whipped out for the joke...

This could be a real problem. Anything could be in there. Underwear. Creepy dolls. Toys. A dead body.

She doesn't think it's a dead body. Doesn't smell like it, anyway. That, and she doesn't just randomly murder people. Her sister does, but not her, Thursday.

Still, it wouldn't be entirely out of the realm of possibility for someone else in the Office to have murdered someone and stuffed some of the parts in this suitcase...

Then again... if that were the case, the likelihood would be that whoever was killed would have respawned in their entirety, taking all their limbs with them. Some blood could be left behind, but...

Well, the best way to find out what's in there is to just... open it up.

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A young Japanese woman, nose deep in a book, points towards a permit posted shoddily on a cardboard box containing t shirts. She's immediately back to reading, leaving Stu to his own devices.

"Cult isn't a word for it. I mean, we-we are called The Last Cult! But it's not all like that." Stu seems genuinely positive this makes sense, and his contagious smile and surety might just win over the less wary patrons of this locale. "We're helping people reach the best versions of-of themselves. Everyone's path is different! You know, them scholars what study this, they don't use the c word anymore." He imparts this knowledge- clearly something he's been told to parrot- leaning in conspiratorially. "It's N-R-M now. New religious movement." How much did he rehearse that ahead of time?

Johnny looks at the business card incredulously. "Larry Laffer, huh?" He looks back up at the mysterious man, eyeing him suspiciously. "I dunno, man. I think I do a darn good job of sweepin' the ladies off their feet all on my own, thanks. I don't need no one to show me how it's done. See? Watch n' learn!"

Just to prove his point, he makes his way over to a nearby woman to chat her up. It only takes about five seconds before the woman in question kicks him straight in the groin, causing him to fall over to the ground with a loud yelp! as she stormed away.

Usually this was not her method of demanding justice, as she tended to be rather calm and collected, but he had pressed her buttons all night. Even before their paths crossed she had heard and seen how he was behaving, and then he had tore(all the way up to the hip so it was nearly falling off her) and spilled a drink all over her favorite dress she'd made for herself(from all new materials too, a rarity from her!), and then(because of course there was more) he had ignored her when she tried to solve this reasonably. And now she was pissed.

"Oh, mate, I get that. We're, ehm...we're right well alone in our business." He gestures behind himself, to where the rest of his ragtag family is spending their evening. He'd wandered off alone, as he's prone to do, to soak in the sights and grease of this palace of vice.

Even with his slouched posture, the lanky, all-limbs Dents lowers over Larry. His proportions would look ridiculous on nearly any other man, but he's found a way to carry himself with the kind of charisma most would give their right arm for.

Or, hell- maybe he was just drawn that way.