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[unhallow]

I don't think I understand this.

[ Samir is a little farther from the podium on the platform than one would generally place themselves, but presumably, he isn't expressing an opinion on public structures. All the public structures that comprise this place, maybe. ]

Is this normal?

[ He gives the nearest masked figure a quick slantwise look. It seems like it's a kind of look he's had a lot of practice giving. ]

Acceptably abnormal?

... Perhaps I should go out more?

[ People all seem okay with this! He has to check, but is already semi-resigned to the possibility he's un-hip and has failed once more to grasp the zeitgeist. Of whatever. Of whatever zeitgeist is. ]

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[unhallow]

All right.

[ His cautiousness of Gisela seems part and parcel of his cautiousness toward their surroundings. The fact she doesn't have a mask on does help. Seriously, that shit's disquieting. ]

I can see how it might be interesting.

[ In those guarded words, one can see his future: an old man yelling at people to get off his lawn. ]

[peratic]

It has its entertaining qualities. [ She'd concur about the masks, though. What's under there? Do we want to know? ] Also, free food.

[unhallow]

[ This is another spectacularly old man expression of dismay he has right now. ]

You'd — you've eaten it? For how long?

[ Such reactions are a hazard of his profession. ]

[peratic]

I haven't — almost did, but the pizza never came to pass, sadly — but it's certainly one of the lures.

I'm guessing you're opposed to the idea.

[unhallow]

Well, I, I just.

[ At least he is aware his reaction isn't wholly appropriate. ]

This place, how people seem to accept it, and the food is free, it's ... like a fairy tale trap.