Repose

[Locked to Damian W]
[During this, and stilling time a spell to get through the conversation. As usual, forgetting entire 'bout FLEET.]

You there, sweetheart?

[News]
[Friday afternoon, Tethys clears out their rental space in the facility. All of their signs are removed, and all of their employees turn in their badges by the end of the day. Their HQ in the Capital remains open, though they disavow all knowledge of any questionable work in Repose, and any inquiries into their cybernetics work are forwarded to CARNEM.]

[Locked to Rory B]
Hi. Are you there?

Hey, Raven.

We didn't finish our conversation at the party.

I think you knew all along I'd be the one to make this post. I don't know if that earns you what was promised, but I like the way you think, and I'd like to indulge some more in that.

If that tickles you in any way, then let me know.

Regards, Horns.






I mean, if anyone else who doesn't own a mask covered in ravens would like to break open the coffee machine and talk I guess I'd welcome that, too. I don't want the Internet to be mad at me for being exclusionary, oh goodness.

One would think a former player would know better. One would think that a retired master of games would know the bloody moves. Shame on me, friends.

I'm going to change the stupid locks even though you haven't got a key.
There shan't be a single moment when you're back to bother me.

You're also barred from the club.

Any of you lot thought I was cold before, you haven't seen a bloody thing.

WTF is his problem?