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[callsignhornet]

I have an important question for the sake of organizing information about the group.

Feel free to message me directly if you don't feel comfortable sharing publicly.

In the world you are from, what year is it?

Edit: record of death for me should be 2186. Or 2187, though it would be very early in the year.

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[witnessvelama]

I am afraid that name means nothing to me, either, but past experience shows that my home is somewhat different from most.

- Celehar

[It's the ears.]

[spaghettimonster]

YES, SHAKESPEARE ISN'T IN QUESTION FOR EVERYONE.
ALAS....

BUT, MAYBE I SHOULD CHANGE THAT.
ASK THE FERRYMAN FOR A COLLECTION OF SCRIPTS...
OUR OWN TURN WITH THE THEATRICAL ARTS COULD DISTRACT AND ENRICH EVERYONE'S DEATHS!

[He was going to say, 'everyone's lives' and caught himself, but on the reread he's not sure the substitution gave the right energy. Oh well.]

[witnessvelama]

A playwright?

I would not claim to be able to write them myself, but I knew a director and writer for an opera, though his were very much current. And I could hardly claim to be suited for opera, myself. Though I suppose the scripts would prove interesting.

[spaghettimonster]

OPERA?! I'M IMPRESSED!
THE AMBITION OF EVEN CONSIDERING ADDING SONG AND DANCE TO OUR PROPOSED PERFORMANCES...
AND HERE I WAS ONLY THINKING OF RECITING LINES.

[witnessvelama]

I will leave such to the dramatically inclined, but if I were ever to find his works - I at least remember how it went. Zhelsu had a habit for becoming glued in one's head.

[He couldn't sing even before his voice was reduced to a rasp, he will not be volunteering for any of this.]

[spaghettimonster]

DON'T DISCOUNT YOUR OWN UNDISCOVERED POTENTIALS SO QUICKLY,
NOT WHEN WE HAVE SO MUCH TIME TO LEARN NEW THINGS!
AND SO LITTLE ELSE TO DO WITH IT.

[He was joking to Yusuke about how sincerely he was trying to count grains of sand, but he really did spend a while actually doing so, if only to be able to joke about having done so.]

[witnessvelama]

I am afraid you have not heard me.

[He has, but Celehar hasn't connected the skeleton in the desert with this new note in his book, actually. Probably why he's responding so calmly.]

[spaghettimonster]

SO CONFIDENT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE CONFIDENT IN?
I THINK I SEE WHO THIS IS...

[He doesn't, but so long as Celehar doesn't realize that the skeleton's mistaken him for Nagito, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.]

WELL, MAYBE YOU COULD BE A SUBSTITUTE DIRECTOR FOR NOW.
KNOWING A REAL OPERA DIRECTOR BESTOWS A LITTLE EXPERIENCE ON YOU, BY PROXIMITY!

[witnessvelama]

He would hate to hear me say it but I am afraid my understanding of the role of a director is to argue with their singers, from his example.

[spaghettimonster]

AN IMPORTANT FIRST STEP!
JUST REMEMBER TO SANDWICH THE HARANGUINGS IN BETWEEN COMPLIMENTS ON WHAT THEY DID RIGHT.

[Advice he himself follows almost never, in his brother's case. If anything, he usually reverses the order into an inside-out sandwich of complaint, compliment, complaint.]

[witnessvelama]

If it comes to that, certainly.

[spaghettimonster]

YOU THINK IT WON'T??
I THINK MUSICAL INTERLUDES ARE AN INEVITABILITY.

[Of MTT-brand entertainment, anyway.]

[witnessvelama]

[Oh, what a pang Celehar feels, that he couldn't introduce Iana to this stranger. They would have fallen immediately into endless chatter, or fought like alleycats.]

If one lives in an opera.

[spaghettimonster]

THERE'S STILL TIME TO BE IN AN OPERA!!
WE MAY HAVE DIED, BUT I HAVEN'T HEARD THE FAT LADY SING.

[As though there was ever a final singer besides Mettaton in the few televised musicals he watched underground... but with enough scattered books, shows, and the like, all manner of human idioms could trickle their way underground. Along with ideas like dying monologues.]