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[ambitionkills]

Typist: All right, so... There's nothing in any of my puppet journals for a very long time, and therefore, in this post, you can all come and talk to Esther. Anyone at all who feels like it. Yes, that includes you, Peri. Sort of like a spam post, but just a tiny bit more serious. And open forever and ever.

Comments

[madame_enjolras]

...*waves!* Hi, Esther. We talked on my spampost. And I need distractions now, so...hi, you're it.

[ambitionkills]

Hello, Maja. It's nice to see you again. Happy to be of service. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to talk about?

[madame_enjolras]

*beams* Oh, yay, you remember my name. I'm always so happy whenever puppets call me by name. I'm not sure why. Maybe because my own never do. ...er, well, I don't know. Not really. If you have any ideas. How're you doing?

[ambitionkills]

I think calling your own typist nothing but 'typist' kind of sticks. It's easier, and you just want to be a little derogatory sometimes. I'm fine. Allison was finally allowed into the community last night, so she isn't going on and on asking my questions about the people I've met. She'll be meeting them herself now. The only slightly bothersome thing is that those from my home world more than anyone else seem to be afflicted with concerns about going back home and can't... Well, how are you doing?

[meteorspark]

Ohhh. *carefully doesn't squee* Hiii, Esther. :D *bounces*

[ambitionkills]

Ah, hello. You're another typist. Anyone's I know?

You look very excited. How are you doing?

[meteorspark]

Oh. Well, uh, I type for the Metatron. Please don't hurt me -- I'm not responsible for him. If I was, he wouldn't be so annoying.

Anyway! Ummm. I'm okay, considering school tomorrow. You?

[ambitionkills]

Ah! *laughs* He's very... very... He certainly makes for a good convesation partner. Do angels have the adaptation of an extra thick skull to stick to their loyalty? Or is the adaptation a lack of backbone?

That's good to know. I'm quite excellent. *holds out a cake* Would you like this to split among your puppets? There were a lot left over after Alistair and I made them for Admiral Harrington's party...

[dreamsofstars]

Hallo there! *is a typist, yay*

[ambitionkills]

Hello! And who are your puppets...?

[dreamsofstars]

You talked to Eris, I believe. I don't think you've met the others. But in case you do? There's Balthazar and Brian and Dolohov and Eomer and - really, those are the main ones.

[ambitionkills]

Right, Eris. *slightly put out look* How are the rest of them? Anything like her?

[asilvertear]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Esther! How are you?

[ambitionkills]

Hello! I'm wonderful, thank you. You are...?

[asilvertear]

Oh, good! Oh! Right! Introductions! See, I fail at social interaction as badly as my pups do! I'm Angie!

[ambitionkills]

Angie. You're the one who visited my typist yesterday, then. Nice to meet you. How is everything?

[silent_lark]

*is... not a typist?* Hello, Mlle. McQueen! I was told I very much ought to meet you, and while we did speak before, it was only for a terribly short time, you must agree. And so, good day to you, and I do hope you don't mind my intruding. *curtsies and blushes a little*

[ambitionkills]

*nods* Nice to see you again, Mrs. Pontmercy. You are not intruding in the least, don't worry. Talking to different people is invigorating. How are you today?

[silent_lark]

Oh, very well, thank you! I'm so very glad the little party went so well. *beams* And you, mlle?

[ambitionkills]

The party was a stroke of genius, and very successful. I'm quite well myself, all things considered.