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| Undineday, Ifrit-Decan 28, ND2018[Guy wasn't stupid. He'd seen what this curse had been doing to other people. He'd seen what it had been doing to just his everyday casual conversation.
He hated it.
He'd been avoiding broadcasting on the SFC until this whole "curse" had winded down. But he finds himself picking it up this afternoon. He exhales slowly. He can ask this without saying anything too embarrassing, right?]Well, I think I'm finally getting used to this place, outside of these damn annoying curses. I figured it was about time I look around for employment. I thought I'd go ahead and ask around, seeing as we have someone in charge of housing - as peculiar as he is... he really needs to check on whoever lives two doors down. They haven't even budged from their apartment for nearly a month and it's getting unnerving-- [There's a pained flinch before he continues.] --ah, anyways... I haven't had any luck finding someone similar for job searching. Full-time or just odd tasks, I don't really mind, as long as it doesn't involve me touching a woman-- [Another flinch.] --and I just need to know where to look for information. That's all. [He exhales, a weak smile making its way onto his face.] Any help is appreciated. I'd be asking around face-to-face, but I'm afraid I don't know many of you well, and I try to avoid women, because I have a crippling fear of commitment. ... [What.
His face goes rather pale and he stares blankly at the screen for a few moments.
When he speaks up again, his voice is shaking.] ...You know what, never mind. I'll find it out myself. [The blond's face quickly buries into one hand while the other shakily reaches over and shuts the SFC.]( Private - Locked to Anise Tatlin ) |
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| [...Some laughter, then]
I suppose that this would be a bad time to play Truth or Dare, wouldn't it?
More like a great time.
[Oops. Sorry, Vatheon, but Axel's recently recovered from his injuries and is trying to make the most of his time. Thus, he's trolling the network.] |
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| [There's a little bit of fumbling, and then the camera points to an abandoned building similar to this. Otoha's voice comes across the SFC - he sounds a little excited.] I've never run a bar before - my brother ran a bunch but I was never in charge of operations - but I think if I fix this place up it'll do just fine. If anyone wants to help, just let me know. [He turns the camera back to his face, looking a little thoughtful.] Maybe I can turn one of the back rooms into a bedroom, too... It's going to be the first time I actually was involved in a legitimate business.[... He frowns. He didn't intend to say that.] ( Cut for mentions of incest. )[Otoha tenses in frustration, and firmly shuts the SFC off.] |
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| Conrad returns to London
To Whom It May Concern,
Truth is a very fickle thing. It can mean a variety of things, and yet mean nothing at all. Some people put great stock in truth, a phrase which here means "doggedly demand to know every little detail about your day so as to ascertain if you were doing anything they think you shouldn't have," and some people put no stock in it at all, another phrase which here means "don't seem to care what they say to you, as long as it proves entertaining or potentially devastating to you and any other enemies they may have in the long run."
I'm sorry to say, neither of these people are very pleasant.
There are also companies and organizations that take great care in either concealing or revealing the truth, and a great deal of them that do both at once, sometimes without even recognizing it. It's hard to truly tell which organization stands where, until you're standing outside your house, watching the fire destroy everything you once held dear, wondering why you had to be dressed in a suit of armor for the occasion, and why you hadn't simply put on something less involved before fleeing the premises.
In times like these, the truth can be extremely confusing.
Regards, Lemony Snicket |
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| [The SFC turns on to show a strange creature some of you have seen around the network and in person. He's sitting on a chair in his apartment, looking at bit nervous. With all the confessions and everything, he knows he need to do this quick and turn the damn starfish off before he says something bad. Problem is starting, of course. He takes a deep breath and swallows that lump in his throat.]
My name is Ratchet. I'm doing that whole introducting myself thing since I haven't done that yet-
I was afraid someone from home might be here!
[He sighs and keeps going.]
Anyway. I'm looking for work. I'm fast and pretty strong. I'm good with a gun and a wrench. I'm also a quick learner-I learned how to dance like a pirate real quick!
[Another sigh.]
So nice to meet you all and whatever-I died a virgin!
[Yeah, that's Ratchet freezing as he realized just what he yelled out. He quickly slams his hand down on the SFC and turns it off.] |
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| [ The visual is completely blacked out until a hand draws back to reveal the layout of a rather nice place: a spacious bedroom with the curtains drawn. It's difficult to make out the time of day, though the light from a nearby lamp indicates it to be late—perhaps after dark. The screen tilts to angle at the lower part of a masculine face before its righted and settles again. ]
Hello, Vatheon. [ Charley gives a slight smile, clasping his hands together on the desk he sits at. ] I'd like to take the time to introduce myself. My name is Charley, and I'm relatively new to this...situation. I've managed to find suitable accommodations for the time being with an acquaintance. I realize many of us are not from the same world or time, but I hope we become friends. At the very least, get to know each other. And that is why [ Mid-sentence, he takes a breath and the smile is gone. Suddenly serious. ] I must personally apologize to each of you.
If, at any time in the last several months, anyone has been caused grief or stress in the company of a man named Johnny Rayflo—I'm very sorry. Sometimes he doesn't know when enough is enough.
[ He briefly pinches the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand to the desk. Composed again. ]
There's also a small matter I would like to discuss with someone who is familiar with cybernetics and human anatomy. Please send me a private message. Or we could meet to talk face-to-face. Er— [ There's a slight hesitation, shaking his head and giving that little smile again. ] Thanks.
[ And with that, a hand descends back into view before the entire screen goes black and cuts off. ] |
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