four.

[ohmykethe]

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So, uh... [Cough.] I seen some new folks pop up, lately. Reckon I'm supposed to call 'em 'new feathers' or whatever, but that sounds like I just fell off the d-... the onion cart from Wrath or some... business. I dunno. I been trying to keep an eye out for folks I know... well, I reckon you'd've gave a holler by now

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[poorneedyand]

[Looks like this cycle's a wash for both of them. She glances over Mildmay's way.]

No luck?

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[ohmykethe]

[Mildmay shrugs from his chair.] Naw. You?

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[poorneedyand]

Far as I can tell, everyone I know is still back in Manhattan. [It's something she doesn't say with any particular feeling other than "this is a fact," but.] Maybe next month. I figure just about everyone who's showing up this time around must be here.

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[ohmykethe]

Huh. Funny way they got of doing things, here. Why d'you reckon everybody can't all show up at the same time?

[ohmykethe]

It was... ah, fuck. It was a figure of speaking.

[ohmykethe]

Oh, right. Kid, I got that thing shoved in my face a septad times, and it didn't do a lick of good. But if'n you could read it, that's fucking peachy.

[etreici]

Min-Terris?

Are you looking for someone, sir?

[ohmykethe]

I'm looking for anybody. You ever heard of Min-Terris? Or, fuck, I dunno, Aigisthos or them gardens in Nephele?

[etreici]

Hmmm... nope. But I can keep an eye out for people who might!

I'm Oz, by the way.

[ohmykethe]

...Well, guess I can't complain.

Mildmay.