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[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl is sick. despite that, she's done her hair and makeup and dressed herself in a red silk robe. a lot of effort went into her appearance, but it does little to hide the fact that she's unwell. she looks tired. at home she was a pro at snapchat, and she holds the camera out at arms length. all that's missing is the puppy filter! ]

By now you've all heard of the great tragedy that's befallen us. I was caught right in the middle of everything, an innocent bystander in someone's very cruel plan to shake us all to the core. I don't scare easily and I don't wilt, but I could use your help in this trying time.

First: obviously i am confined to bed until I recover. You can entertain me by chatting with me and telling me your stories. Make sure they aren't boring.

And secondly: If you're able-bodied, perhaps you can avenge me. [ she pauses. smiles. ] Us. It's the right thing to do.

[ and as she ends the video: ] Hashtag Olympia Strong. [ yes, that's right. hashtag. this is Cheryl Blossom, after all. ]

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[sweetwater]

Ooh, let's start with suave, shall we? [ she does so appreciate people who understand that she deserves to be entertained properly ]

[vorrutyer]

Ah, suave. All right.

[ He tips his head back thoughtfully. ]

Well, there was this woman, the Countess Vorkalloner. Terribly sad woman. Trapped in a dreadful marriage. I am a charitable sort, especially when the object of my charity has the most phenomenal breasts that have ever been propped up by a corset. So I began writing her letters. Anonymously, of course. If you do too much too quickly, it'll give away the game. Every day, I described something admirable about her - starting with the romantic and transitioning to the erotic.

[sweetwater]

Classic romantic move. Secret admirer, love letters. [ she nods. ] I approve.

[vorrutyer]

Right? Especially since I have a way with words. To the point where when I wrote five pages about her arse, she found it charming instead of dismaying. In any case, I lit up her life. It's astonishing what a torrid affair can do to make an unhappy marriage bearable.

[sweetwater]

Did you ever tell her who you were? So she could thank you appropriately.

[vorrutyer]

Oh, yes. Please don't mistake me for someone selfless.

[sweetwater]

[ she laughs. ] I've always thought selflessness was overrated.

[vorrutyer]

Ah, yes. So are you going to give me a story in return?

[sweetwater]

What sort of story do you want? A romance?

[vorrutyer]

Please do. Nothing too explicit, though. You'll scorch my innocent ears.

[sweetwater]

I wouldn't think of it.

[ and instead of her own romantic story, she tells a story that she's adjacent to. with some revisions. ]

There was a very handsome young man, who everyone loved. He was smart, and brave, and kind, and handsome. [ yes, she already said that. ] He met a girl name Polly. She was plain but he fell for her anyway and they began dating. Now, it's important to know that Jason and Polly's families have been in a feud for generations and the moment their parents heard about the relationship they were furious.

Jason's parents pushed him to break up with her, so he did. And Polly was crushed. She went completely crazy and her parents had to send her away. Not much later, Jason came to his twin sister and asked for her help with a plan.

On the 4th of July, at dawn, the twins went to the Sweetwater River. They rowed to the otherside, to Greendale, where Jason had a car waiting so that he could meet Polly and run away together. Of course, everyone would wonder what happened to Jason, so they concocted a story. His sister would tell everyone that they'd tipped the boat on accident, and Jason was swept away by the river when he panicked.

It worked. The boy scouts happened upon the sister at the river's edge. They called the police and everyone search for Jason for a week, but they never found him and his sister kept their secret.

[ and now, the lie: ] And they all lived happily ever after.

[vorrutyer]

What a sweet story. Classic fairy-tale.

[ And it's clearly a damned lie. But who is he to call people out on telling comforting falsehoods? Still, he can't resist calling her out on this transparent part of her story: ]

Did you ever see your brother again?

[sweetwater]

[ busted.

she shakes her head. ] He was supposed to call when they were safe and settled, but - [ she catches herself. the lie is better than the truth. ] but the Storm happened before he could. I saw him in stasis.

[vorrutyer]

And now you're waiting for him to wake up?

[sweetwater]

Yes. [ she's not very patient about it. ] Soon, if I'm lucky.

[vorrutyer]

Ah. What a good, faithful sister you are.

[ He thinks, inevitably, of his own little sister up there in the pods. What must he do to see her free again? Whatever it is, he'll do it. No matter what it is. ]

And what a sweet and charming story. Though that must have been quite hard on your parents, no?

[sweetwater]

[ well, she tries anyway. ]

He was their favorite. [ and that's true, even if she's pretty sure their dad didn't miss Jason at all. ] But they're here too. So they'll see him again.

[vorrutyer]

True enough. So are you trying to impress our celestial masters? Get them to let him loose a little sooner?

[sweetwater]

Do you think that will work? [ Cheryl usually gets her way by bossing people around, which she assumes will not work with any of the very powerful beings who are in charge of their lives now. ]

[vorrutyer]

Hm, I don't know. But it seems possible, does it not...?

[sweetwater]

[ it's a good point. ] It does. Do a few favors, and push Jason Blossom to the front of the line. Easy.

[vorrutyer]

Just so. What is it - be a good person, improve the world, et cetera...?

[sweetwater]

Just... simple things like that. not a problem. It's so easy to be delightful here. [ Cheryl is totally a good person who has never been a jerk for seemingly no reason. it's fine. it's fine it's fine it's fine. ]

[vorrutyer]

Well, I certainly find you such. Delightful, charming, and altogether lovely to talk to.

[sweetwater]

[ she beams. ] Thank you. I tend to agree.