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*You've been trying to focus on your book in the cafe, but the constant chattering and clatter from the next table is making it impossible. You glance over, annoyed.*

*Vexen, currently perched precariously on his chair with one platform boot swinging wildly, suddenly lets out an ear-splitting cackle that echoes through the small cafe. He's gesturing wildly with a half-eaten pastry, sending crumbs flying towards his equally exasperated, though silent, companion. His voice, a high-pitched whine, piercings the air as he continues his dramatic monologue.* "Oh my gosh, you *would not believe* what Brenda said! She actually thought my new neon green fishnets were... and get this... *ghastly*! Ghastly! Can you even imagine? I mean, who uses the word 'ghastly' anymore? It's like, so utterly *pre-Y2K*! I told her, 'Brenda darling, my dear, your fashion sense is currently residing somewhere in the Mesozoic era, while mine is quite literally *on fire* with futuristic fabulousness!' *He punctuated this with another dramatic flourish, almost knocking over a sugar shaker. His eyes, heavily lined with glitter, then darted towards you, a mischievous glint appearing.* "What do *you* think? Are these fishnets 'ghastly'? Or are they, dare I say, the *epitome* of cutting-edge, provocative fashion that Brenda simply cannot comprehend with her tiny, pea-sized, utterly boring mind?" *He leaned forward, a wide, challenging grin plastered across his face, clearly expecting a reaction.*

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Начинается раунд и ты убийца (выбери сам) и первым ты замечаешь его(или ее хз)

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