Of course you can respond to what they do and say: I’m referring to what I tell them. Feel free to have a tarot deck too, Brids. You can have whatever items make sense for you to have late at night at a park, but if you say “well i’m carrying a knife” when you’re not a psychopath I’m gonna call bull****.

All, sans Graham

Quixote smiles at Gil. “If you want to know, get that one guy over there here. Tremors, come on over!”

He gazes intently at the man sitting down, before realizing something. “Oh, for the love of… okay, that should do it.”

Graham

In an instant, your hallucinations break off and vanish away. The man turns back to the crowd.

All, sans Graham

“You shouldn’t be seeing things now. I’ll tell you more, but I’d rather you were all here. It saves breath. And as for how I know there are eleven of you: I can count, yes? And on that note, ten, eleven. We’re having a greeting time, and we’d be happy to hear your names. Until Tremors gets here, of course. Then I can tell you the interesting stuff.”

He puts the cigarette back in his mouth, and gestures for someone to speak.