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Damian: stop being so loud pls thnx (Headache)
Ash: *is loud immediately after* (Unintentional)
Hey guess who is back yeah it’s HIM
(Interupting the conversation so now no one has a clear idea what the murder plan is gonna be, dang, how rude lol)
Next month I am gonna be at Thoughtbubble con in Harrogate ((and so is Spiderforest Collective and other members!!!)) and I am aaaaaaaaa it’s my first con I’m tabling at so I am nervously putting things together 🥴🥴🥴
Meanwhile, I will be at Thought Bubble Uk Con in November!!!
Joint table name is Honestly not O Sarilho at DSLRY hall at table A20! But I’ll put a sign up with my username too! Tabling with other comic creator Shizamura.)
I’ve got an announcement in November with more details C:
New Spiderforest members: Future Worlds
Two comics about steam and solar punk worlds of technological wonder… and the mysteries hovering just under the surface of everything.
Key to the Future’s Fate – The brilliant young Leon Candel has been brought to a solarpunk future with the expectation of making the world a paradise. But something’s wrong… are the powers that be hiding something under this fragile utopia?
Steamgear, Inc. – Ax always dreamed of working alongside her brother and changing the world by becoming a Steamgear Defender – until she learns of his death. Now, Ax will stand up for what’s right and change the world in a different way, even if she has to break through the world’s greatest fighters to do it!
Damian then looks back apologetically. "No - what I mean is - uh- you can chat about weird stuff but - we gotta keep it more on the down low. Especially when we should still be working and a customer might hear you(!)"
CJ turns to find a silently watching older man wait at the other end of the deli counter and she slinks off to serve him.
Ash again erupts in a loud exclamation with "IT'S HIM!", which is noticed by both Cj and the customer on the other end.
Damian winces again, to which Ash backs off and begins to whisper instead. "Oh er- sorry. Him. He is just... well.."
CJ asks "How can I help?" in a semi bored state.
Before the counter, now steeped in shadow, greys and perceived eerieness is the weird cookie customer from previous nights. His short dishevelled hair and scruffy worn jacket are the same as before, as his piercing almost unblinking empty stare. Leaning on his walking stick, he points to the counter.
"Hmph. These are some expensive prices for ham! I'd like to know what I'm tasting first for THAT price! Can I have a taster of the honey roast?"
CJ's expression flips to be torn between irritation and despair, stuck in a loop. Behind her is a pristinely clean deli slicer. Narration reads "Someone wants to have sliced ham after we've closed down: check"