[Walkabout] He did something right for once...

[failgoyle]

I'M IN!

[Whatever's just happened, Jules sounds about as pleased with himself as he can manage on the psychic network.]

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[bypartisan]

... dear Lord.

Thibault, we really don't need to know about your sex life. Kindly stop broadcasting.

[comebewe]

...You actually think there's someone here who might have sex with Jules?

[bypartisan]

... perhaps. My cousin Richars managed to marry and have children and he's a far more odious person than Thibault could ever hope to be. On the other hand, he was the de facto heir to the countship for several years, before getting himself sent to gaol, so that might have contributed to it.

Don't ask me who the unlucky soul might be, however. I dare not speculate which among us has taste that terrible.

[failgoyle]

Hey, hey, hey!

One, there are plenty of women who would have sex with me, and two, this is all perfectly innocent!

[summerorange]

[Another voice pipes up, one that's clearly uncomfortable with the broad implications at hand.]

H-he's right! Nothing like--like that is going on here!

[comebewe]

[Oh you have got to be kidding him]

You...with Jules?!?

[bypartisan]

And here I assumed she was with that photographer fellow with the unfortunate hair.

[summerorange]

I'm not dating Tsukasa!

[That was said both psychically and verbally, so apologies to anyone within hearing range of her.]

Nor is anything like that going on between me and...

And...Jules, wasn't it?

[failgoyle]

It's not like that! And yeah, I'm Jules. Hold on...

[Cue a bit of sensory livestreaming, in which everyone gets a good look at Jules's laptop and the setup with the stainless steel door in the hospital. He's got the laptop patched into the palm and retina scanners in order to try to bypass them.]

I finally hacked the damn door! A little credit where credit's due would be nice.

[Of a strange, unrelated interest might be the fact that the hands that are visible still pecking away at the laptop's keyboard are a deep purple and tipped with white claws. There's also kind of a purple mass in the middle of the shot--it's Jules's snout.]

See? It is totally innocent.

[There's a pause.]

As innocent as you can get when forcing your way into a mysterious door, anyway.

[comebewe]

[well, that certainly does manage to distract Matthew from the horrifying, terrifying concept that is 'Jules having sex with someone']

You're purple! We did not think you would be purple, under your mask.

[failgoyle]

Did I ever say I wasn't purple?

[comebewe]

Is denying that you're a particular colour something we should be expecting you to do?

[failgoyle]

...no, probably not.