It'd be pretty damn useless to advertise, wouldn't it. So instead:

I need a horse. The barkeep at Rat's Tail said there was a place here that sold them, but it looks like they're involuntarily shut down for a while. Is this a cursed place or something? The hell.

hey those ofofyouon in taayon

where s the nenarest hsoptial

Dammit, hoser, why won't you answer your phone? Whatever.

( Private to America. )

I wonder why they haven't done an official report on an actual death toll here. I realize it's depressing, but the obituaries look no different or anything. They called a truce, and anyone who passed in the attack's just forgotten? Huh. Must be one of those "cultural differences".

( Private to America // viewable to Claire. )

Hey, Claire. Texting you my location as soon as I find America. Like. ASAP.

America, don't move.

( Private to Claire. )

It's not a good sign that my arriving at Desai involved an attempt to help a woman fix her car that broke down a few blocks from the Travel Agency, and she 'forgot' to tell me it was a fully electric hover car ( Read more... )

Forgot this effing thing existed. Been busy with a lot of things. Got a new assignment to boot.

I haven't even had time to have a damn beer. Maybe I'll go hunt down Prussia in his homeworld and barhop before I officially take my new case.

God. Lame. I'm about to request a transfer to FCB if this keeps on.

I shot out my damn bathroom mirror.

I thought my reflection was a zombie. Don't you judge me. I need a beer.

I don't want to spend all night doing this. Goddammit.

Ada, we're moving out. Don't dawdle.

( Private to Claire and Prussia, unhackable )