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Cyril: How are your musical studies coming along children?
Shazi: “How are your musical studies coming along children?” could you sound more posh right now?
Tadg: how do you think they’re coming Cyril? I’m playing the fucking recorder. It makes the stupidest sounds. Wtf am I supposed to do with it??????????
Cyril: Knowledge of instruments, appreciation of music, and completing tasks despite not wanting to builds character. Also, we need to work on your cursing.
Tadg: character my ass, and my cursing is flawless.
Cyril: Why do I bother? Barclay, I haven’t heard from you yet.
Barclay: Well, Cyril. I truly appreciate you asking.
Cyril: Great! This is the kind of enthusiasm I was looking for!
Barclay: Yes. You see, since you made us bring our instruments everywhere we go, I have to drag an extra ten-pounds. Have you ever tried bringing a cello to the bathroom, Cyril? Its fucking heavy, and I can’t leave it outside the bathroom bc it could get stolen. IT DOESN’T FIT IN THE FUCKING STALL CYRIL!
Cyril: Well, I didn’t realize you cursed as bad as Tadg, I thought you were above that.
Barclay: You thought wrong motherfu—
*Barclay Thorne has been removed from the chat*
Hasu: …You’re welcome.
Cecily: *dying laughing* he’s so tiny next to that cello! I can see him dragging it into his room! Oh, shit, he left the cello and is coming towards me. I’M GONNA DIE, I’M TOO
YOUNG, NO!
Viola: Ok, what is happening over there?
Tadg: You abandoned us, all went to hell. This is your fault Viola. Blood is on your hands.
Cecily: Nah, it’s fine. He just paid me to watch the cello for him.
Cyril: What? He’s supposed to be gleaning all the virtues of spending time with the lilting melodies of music!
Tadg: recorders sound like shit
Cecily: they do, that’s why I went with a nice pair of cymbals
Hasu: She’s crashing them together like a maniac and I’m in the next room.
Cecily: nice for me
Viola: Actually, I think Cyril’s right. Music really is wonderful.
Cyril: Finally!
Viola: That being said
Cyril: Wait, no.
Viola: recorders are totally the bastard child of flutes and some unnamed monstrosity.
Hasu: I’m having a lot of fun with the harp you lent me Cyril.
Cyril: Ah, Hasu. Whenever the others force me to give up on life, you are the voice of reason.
*Runa Rasgar has been added to this chat*
*Barclay Thorne has been added to this chat*
Runa: stop being a dork CeeCee
Cyril: Runa! How are you on this chat?
Runa: cause I’m chill like that
Tadg: I let her on, and no one says chill anymore
Runa: let it fly, dog
Barclay: Take her off it, take her of it, take her off this chat now
Runa: Barks! My main man, how’s it hanging?
Barclay: really badly now that your trying to “connect” with the next generation
Runa: I don’t try, I do ;)
Tadg: well you do be soundin’ sky high
Runa: sky high sounds rad
Cyril: You are setting a terrible example for your apprentices, Runa.
Runa: Cyril shut the fu—[censored]
Viola: …Cyril, did you censor Runa?
Cyril: I’m more tech savvy than you seven combined.
Yasha: eight
Audrian: nine
Cyril: WHAT???
Cyril: HOW ARE YOU ON HERE
Barclay: So…not very tech savvy?
Cyril: …
Yasha: the chat history is insane, do you guys really have that much free time?
Tadg: shut your mouth blondie
Yasha: ok…fish food
Tadg: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME??
Yasha: so you really do need those glasses, huh?
*Tadg Murdock has been removed from the chat*
Barclay: I figured he needed to crash out irl rather than here
Viola: smart decision
Audrian: so, music lessons huh?
Cyril: Their appreciation for music is necessary!
Baclay: considering how much I run, one would think my cardiovascular health would be in better shape, yet this fucking cello is still kicking my ass.
Shazi: I thought you paid Cecily to watch it for you?
Cecily: I refunded him, cello’s are terrible to walk around with.
Barclay: and I’m broke as shit, so I don’t have enough money to make it worth her while
Yasha: that sounds like Cecily
Barclay: go back to your cave or wherever you live.
Yasha: *mockingly* oh, I would, but you interest me too much.
Barclay: Aww, your trying to flirt!
Audrian: he’s got you there
Yasha: what—no, that’s not what I meant
Barclay: too late blondie
Runa: sup Audie
Audrian: …you high RuRu?
Runa: nah, just letting life flow
Barclay: omg so high
Viola: Barclay!
Barclay: Viola, as someone who holds facts in high regard—don’t mind my pun—I would think you’d be ecstatic about this
Viola: Our mentor is clearly going through something, and I think it’s prudent to defend her!
Runa: naw, man! Just live and let be
Hasu: and now she’s quoting The Beetles, someone get Cyril!
Cyril: Already hear, already disappointed in her actions.
Runa: groovy
Shazi: don’t…no
Cecily: I definitely threw up in my mouth
Barclay: I’m already to emotionally scarred for her to be bringing back the dead language of the Boomers
Audrian: hurry on to therapy then, where all you millennials go
Barclay: Nope, but people keep telling me I should
Audrian: oh…then maybe you should, exactly how fucked up are you?
Barclay: somewhere between: ‘I think I’m gonna cry’ and ‘if we committed suicide, would anyone miss us?’
Hasu: ok, you really need therapy
Barclay: therapy is for the weak
Tadg: finally, someone said it!
Viola: who let you back on?
Tadg: if Runa can hack this chat high, I can do it too
Yasha: hack a chat high?
Tadg: fuck you
Yasha: likewise, jackass
Viola: oh, what a civilized conflict
Cyril: I’m shutting this chat down
Audrian: buzzkill
Runa: come one CeeCee
Cyril: Bad, bad influences.