ic contact

[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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Comments

[notgneiss]

No.

[entirely unperturbed. she probably had alcohol when she was still organic, but doesn't care.]

I've seen drunk humans. Embarrassing.

[idesof]

Some humans do a fairly wonderful job acting as embarrassments without a drop of alcohol needed.

[His tone conveys he is not one of them.]

[notgneiss]

I have met it before, yes.

[BURN]

[idesof]

I laid that trap for myself, I see. [Hoisted by his own suspenders. March takes a turn and the lighting in this hall is significantly dimmer.] Are we not all its in the grander scheme?

[notgneiss]

I was nothing more than a pet and a slave in the grander scheme, so no.

[idesof]

[The world's smallest violin for Shale.

March stops before what doesn't actually look like a door. But it is! Vague voodoo goes into opening it, and then there's the basement, mostly dark and with an odd smell...lingering bleach and something else acidic.]

Ah, watch your head.

[notgneiss]

[shale says nothing, but lets her head hit the door frame hard enough to crack it so she doesn't have to duck.

look. shut up. don't tell her what to do.]