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[gymnast]

[ Allison is standing in the middle of the orchard when she clicks on her phone, an odd-looking fruit in her hand. She thinks it's supposed to be something like an apple-peach-mango hybrid but she's not really sure. Which is part of why she's broadcasting: ]

Is everything in here edible? I really don't want to end up accidentally poisoning myself, but I also really want some fresh fruit. Considering this place has apparently brought in all sorts of crazy things, I wouldn't put a poisoned orchard past the people in power. [ She turns it over in her hand again and then finally shifts her attention to her phone. ] Also, I stumbled across a signed football back when everyone seemed to be getting things-- [ and thank god she didn't get something gory and awful ] --but I have no idea whose it is. It's definitely not mine. [ If she's going to support any sport, it's lacrosse, not football. ] I'm hoping someone here might either know who it belongs to or be able to stake claim on it.

[ She ends the feed with a pretty friendly smile, her attention shifting back to the fruit as she hits the end button. ]

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[gymnast]

[ Her eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head just slightly in confusion. ]

Why would you want a trombone?

[skelebro]

Why d'you think?

[He's sure not gonna use it as an artsy centerpiece, that's for sure.]

[gymnast]

As a gift for someone? [ It's not like he's got the lungs and lips to use it himself. Although he's able to talk... ]

[skelebro]

What? A skeleton can't have great embouchure?

[He manages to look mock-offended, though the expression is pretty clearly exaggerated for comedic effect.]

[gymnast]

I... I mean, I wouldn't think so, but then I also wouldn't think that a skeleton could talk, so what do I know? [ It still makes no sense, though. ]

[skelebro]

You'd be surprised at what skeletons can do.

[He winks at her cheerily, as if to communicate that there's no harm done. She wouldn't be the first to make some undue assumptions regarding the capabilities of a monster, and he can almost guarantee she won't be the last.]

[gymnast]

Yeah, I'm realizing that. [ Like winking. Winking shouldn't be a thing.

Still, she offers a bit of an apologetic smile. ] Good luck getting your trombone, though, I guess. If I were you I'd probably try to get something a little more useful, but to each their own, right?

[skelebro]

[Something useful? Have you met him? Well, sure, she's only just met him, but she'll probably be quick to learn that if Sans can do something profoundly useless for the sake of a gag, he will.]

What? You think this place couldn't use a little music to liven it up?

[gymnast]

I guess it could, but I think we could use more weapons and food before we could use music.

[skelebro]

We've got an orchard and an armory. Not sure what else you had in mind.

[Hope, for all the issues people might have with his, uh, disposition, tends to be pretty forward with helping people that require special food and the like.]

[gymnast]

Well the orchard's pretty weird, for one. Nothing in here looks familiar to me. [ Or smells familiar, if it happens to look slightly similar to something from home. ] And there are people who aren't exactly skilled with blades that could use guns instead; I didn't see any of those in the armory.

[skelebro]

Some people've got guns. Dunno who.

[Mostly he knows guns exist by virtue of there being that whole Rage trade-off deal, not that he's really jazzed about it.]

[gymnast]

I've talked to one person so far, but he needs bullets for it, which also aren't in the armory. [ She just wants people to be able to protect themselves. ]

[skelebro]

You'd have to talk to Rage about that. I hear she can get you ammunition.

[gymnast]

So I've heard. [ But people need ammunition to get ammunition, so... ] Point is, there are more important things than music. I mean, music would be nice for a distraction and everything, but it shouldn't be the priority.