one.

[ohmykethe]

[Voice Post]

...oh, it can-- [static, pages flipping.]

--r fuck's sake, Felix, you gone done some stupid shit before, but this is just motherfucking [incomprehensible slurred cursing combined with Mildmay holding the journal too far away from his mouth makes these next few words generally inaudible]. You better fucking fix it, or whatever hocus

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[voice]

[lists_to_port]

.......What?

[voice]

[ohmykethe]

[Very, very slowly, he says the following five words:]

You... seen... a... walking... stick?

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

[A walking stick? In this heavily-tree-infested land? Perhaps it's special. Perhaps it has special magical properties and he should be on the lookout for it.]

Describe it, son. Erm....slow-like.

[voice]

[ohmykethe]

Made of wood, helps folks walk. Had one for the last two decads.

[voice]

[poorneedyand]

[Jesus, Mildmay, but you've got a mouth on you. Kay's not completely fazed, just a bit wary--but not so wary that she won't take advantage of the opportunity to use the neato-mosquito micrrophone again. SHE WILL PLAY WITH THE NEW TECHNOLOGY UNTIL IT BECOMES MUNDANE.]

Any walking stick in particular, or will any old stick do?

[voice]

[ohmykethe]

Got a face carved into it, like a raccoon.

[voice]

[poorneedyand]

Like a raccoon, huh? Haven't seen one like that. Actually, I haven't seen any walking sticks, but it's not like I've been looking.

[Which should be the end of that, but the problem with asking for walking sticks is that it makes the asker sound like they might be in some trouble without.]

You need someone to go get one for you?

[voice]

[ohmykethe]

Thanks anyway, ma'am. [Polite like a doormat, Milly-Fox.]

[At this, he hesitates slightly-- the indignity of not only needing a walking stick, but needing someone to fetch one for him, may kill him.]

Don't want to trouble you, ma'am. I'll manage.

[ voice ]

[slatebreaker]

Perhaps it, too, was so scandalized by your atrocious language that it decided to go for a walk without you.

[ it had taken some doing but anne had a little experience with heavy accents; marilla would hate to know it but she'd spoken with some of the buote boys from rustico and their thick french voices could be just as hard to make out, sometimes. especially from behind all that chewing tobacco. ]

[ voice ]

[ohmykethe]

Shit. Sorry, ma'am, didn't know anyfolk could hear this.

[ voice ]

[slatebreaker]

Well, we can and we have heard it.

[ her voice is prim-sounding but of a sort that is clearly affected. the primness a country girl puts on after falling love with far too many far-off tales of palaces and princesses and russian tsarinas kidnapped by gypsies. ] The journals are quite assuredly enchanted and if you talk to them, you talk to all of us.

[ voice ]

[ohmykethe]

[So she sounds exactly like Ginevra Thomson. Mildmay knows the type.]

Y'all're telling me they're hocus sh- stuff?

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly]

[ oh wow, that's some blue language flying around the network today and McCoy sighs. ]

You should watch your mouth. There could be kids listening in.

[ voice ]

[ohmykethe]

You wanna tell me something I ain't already figured? [And, very quietly and rather slurred, Mildmay mutters the word 'jackass'. Give him a break, his temper's a little frayed.]

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy's been on the receiving end of a lot worse than that and he decides to ignore it altogether and focus on his other inquiry. ]

Well it's been a while since I was a New Feather, but I'm pretty sure they still drop off most of your belongings in the stores here.

[ voice ]

[ohmykethe]

[Which is good, because it gives Mildmay a moment to calm the fuck down. He's not usually this short with people! He's just had a rough day.]

New Feathers'd be me, I'm gue-- You're telling folks're gonna pawn my shit?