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Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

Hello, City ( Read more... )

I have a question that perhaps someone in the City's police department can assist me with.

I've been going through records and while I've found a number of attempted statutes and by-laws, and even records of a now-defunct courthouse system ruled over by the deities, I'm having trouble finding laws, and how the police department has any power ( Read more... )

I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones ( Read more... )

If you're really that interested in seeing the cars, please stay at least ten feet away. They're far more expensive than you are.

If you're interested in the Warehouse, please knock first. Rosella does enjoy guests but of the invited variety.

Hello.

Welcome to the City.

[ooc: Whatever you would like!]

I can't find anything.

I can't find anything and I need to find things.

Everything has been moved.

Everything has been moved and I need to find things.

Everything has been moved and pieces are missed.

Pieces are missing.

Why is everything out of its place?

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If May is a bad month, and the summertime is busy, then what should I expect for the autumn? I remember flashes of a bad October, once, a long time ago. But they're just flashes. People screaming. Body part littering the City. I wonder if I should trust those memories. Are there suggestions from the audience?

[A pause]I'm seeking one mechanic, ( Read more... )

[There's a high pitched scream, one that belongs to a young woman]

Who are you?

Get out of my - where is this - oh my god did you kidnap me - no, get aw-

[The scream again but this time it's muffled]

R--

[ooc: action for cold_dry_pieces and residents of the Warehouse, if they so choose. Replies will come from warptheweft, when Saya's calmed down]

I suppose the question I should be asking is if anyone is concerned with the recent pattern of curses.

I like patterns. I like things that fall into predictablity, but more importantly, I like the symmetry of it. I like it when things look right. So it doesn't bother me.

I'm particularly fond of the layout of the City.

Tick-tock.