Nightflyer: Alright people, LISTEN UP.

Nightflyer: We're closing dares for now.

Joy: WHICH MEANS NO MORE NEW ONES.

Rainkeeper: NO.

Air: But why?

Nightflyer: I went through our email, that's why.

Seashell: *screams in fear*

Seashell: NOT THE EMAIL!!

Nightflyer: And NOT INCLUDING the dares already in the jar of sorrow and the ones we've written done and haven't put in the jar yet and the emails that Gmail LITERALLY WON'T LET US SEE BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY TO GO THROUGH, We have a MINIMUM OF 2,591 EMAILS TO GO THROUGH, AND MOST OF THOSE HAVE DARES IN THEM. I'M NOT EVEN EXAGERRATING, HERE'S THE CALCULATOR. 

Kelp: So there's a good chance we have a minimum of 500 dares to get to.

Nightflyer: *breaks calculator in half*

Nightflyer: No more.

Joy: You do realize nobody follows that rule, right?

Nightflyer: I KNOW.

*players appear*

Kinkajou: GUYS JMA HAS A PEP BAND NOW!

Rainkeeper: Oh! Do you play the traditional pep band songs, like the Hey Song and Go Fight Win?

JW:..........

Moon: No.

Turtle: Clay runs it, so it's nothing but songs related to food.

Moon: Our current lineup is the "Do you like waffles" song followed by the Favorite Food Song from the Diddly Bops.

Air: That....That is a Clay thing to do.

Amber: Fatespeaker used to run it, but then we were just playing Jimmy Sparks from the Lumineers on repeat.

Nightflyer: Hey, DON'T DISS JIMMY SPARKS, THAT SONG IS WORK OF ART.

Air: Nightflyer is a Lumineers fan-

Nightflyer: I AM A HUGE LUMINEERS SONG.

Joy: I can only name one song by them, and it's Ho Hey.

Carnelian: Hey Ho.

Amber: Hey.

Nightflyer: WHY WOULD YOU ONLY KNOW HO HEY WHEN CELOPATRA, STUBBORN LOVE, JIMMY SPARKS, LIFE IN THE CITY, LEADER OF THE LANDSLIDE, FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR, ANGELA, MY CELL, GUN SONG, GLORIA, OPHELIA, AND DONNA ARE ALL AMAZING!?!?!?

Air: He listens to Ophelia on repeat, it's a serious problem.

Nightflyer: I DON'T CARE, YOU CAN'T TAKE THE LUMINEERS FROM ME.

Kelp: And if I do?

Nightflyer: THEN I'LL.....I'LL TAKE JOY FROM YOU!

Kelp/Joy:*gasps*

Kelp: *clings to Joy*

Kelp: Never.

Seashell: Speaking of crazy dragons and songs,

Rainkeeper: I'm positive that every time we've said "Speaking of..." we've never actually mentioned the thing you follow it up with in conversation.

Seashell: It's implied.

Joy: Well, you know what you get when you imply too much.

Seashell: What?

Nightflyer: A bunch of extremely confused high school students reading Ernest Hemingway, because apparently EVERYTHING IN HIS WORK IS IMPLIED.

Air: Oh, are we ranting about being mad at teachers now?

Nightflyer: SURE.

Air: Good because our scavenger author HATES HER SPANISH TEACHER.

Air: Spanish is hard.

Joy: Latin is work.

Winter: Are we actually doing something, or are you guys just going to talk?

Amber: Yeah, cause we actually have lives outside of this game that we'd like to get back to.

Joy: What do any of you ACTUALLY have outside of this game?

JW:.......

Carnelian: A wife.

Turtle: Scrolls?

Moon: Scrolls.

Kinkajou: Glorybringer.

Amber: My endless trail of lovers.

Qibli: The jobs Six-Claws told me to do.

Winter:.......

Winter:.......I HAVE A LIFE.

Moon: Sure you do, honey.

Rainkeeper: Alright, we'll start the dare since Kinkajou actually has something worthwhile.

Kinkajou: HA!

Carnelian: HEY!

Carnelian: RUBY IS WORTHWHILE!

Air: Gonna be honest, I didn't ship Ruby with anyone before this game, but now?

Air: *heart talons* Carruby is OTP.

Joy: I know right?

Air: Moons, we need to write a one shot.

Joy: I KNOW

Turtle: HEY! *snaps talons* DARE! REMEMBER?

Nightflyer: Sorry, we're tired.

Winter: What could possibly be tired from?

Joy: Hey, breaking into abandoned sanitoriums is hard work.

Winter: W-what?

Joy: Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, Winter.

Kelp: Qibli!

Qibli: Yeppers.

Kelp: Tu necesitas cantar 'Un poco loco' de la película Coco.

Qibli:.....What.

Joy: You have to sing "Un poco loco' from Coco.

Air: WHICH IS GETTING A SEQUEL IN CASE YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK AND DIDN'T KNOW THAT ALREADY.

Qibli: Oh, okay.

Qibli: Am I singing the English or Spanish version?

Rainkeeper: Both.

Joy: Do you think if we did this whole part in Spanish, our scavenger author could get extra credit for her Spanish Class?

Rainkeeper: No. You get extra credit for TikToks, not actual Spanish.

Joy: Oh. Vale.

Nightflyer: *clicks play on boombox*

*comienza la música*

Qibli: Que el cielo no es azul
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
Que es rojo, dices tú
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!Ves todo al revés
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
Creo que piensas con los pies
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!Tú me traes un poco loco
Un poquititito loco
Estoy adivinando
Qué quieres y pa' cuándoY así estoy celebrando
Que me he vuelto un poco locoChiflado tú me vuelves
Y eso está un poco loco
Tu mente que despega
Tú siempre con ideasCon mi cabeza juegas
Todo es un poco locoTodo es un poco loco
Con mi cabeza juegas
Todo es un poco loco
Con mi cabeza juegas
Todo es un poco loco
Con mi cabeza juegas
Todo es un poco loco
Con mi cabeza juegasUn poquititititititititititititito loco

*music restarts*

Qibli: What color's the sky?
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You tell me that it's red
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
Where should I put my shoes?
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You say, "put them on your head!"
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You make me un poco loco
Un poquititito loco
The way you keep me guessing
I'm nodding and i'm yesing
I'll count it as a blessing
That I'm only un poco loco

Amber/Kinkajou/Carnelian: *random dancing*

Qibli: The loco that you make me
It is just un poco crazy
The sense that you're not making
The liberties you're taking
Leaves my cabeza shaking
You're just un poco loco
He's just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He's just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He's just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He's just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking

Qibli: Un poquititititititititititititito locoooooooooooo

All: *cheers*

Moon: Qibli should really sing more.

Qibli: Lo sé.

Winter: Now that that's over, can we please go back to why Joy was in an abandoned Sanatorium?

Joy: Why do you care?

Winter: Because I assume whatever you went there for or whatever you saw is going to hurt us in the future, and I want to be as prepared as possible.

Joy: *laughs*

Joy: Silly Winter.

Joy: No puedes estar preparado.