Musings

Was the masquerade very lovely? I want to hear more about it. What were the decorations like?

Okay, so, let me get this straight. We're "Creations". There has to be a better non-religious term for this.

People acquired "Abilities" when they crossed over the portals, which have a downside. Some people can read minds, some people can fly...

And I turned gay.

1. I'm struggling to see the up-side to this.
2. Somehow, I feel really shortchanged.

Tell me someone is going as a DNA molecule for this masquerade. Because that would be epic.

[Posted to the forums tonight, a day after this.]

This is somewhat unprecedented, so brace yourselves: this has absolutely nothing to do with my restaurant.

Alright, that's a downright lie. I always have something to say about Centro, and tonight is no exception. However, Centro's news desires a certain element of class that is simply not awarded to an online forum -- so I say, be sure to check your mailboxes frequently within the next couple of days and expect an announcement of significant importance that is guaranteed to remedy the dreadful languor of your daily lives.

Like I said, the top statement was a lie. It got your attention though, if you're at least this far.
I'm of the opinion that you should be awarded for your efforts, so here it is.

( What's this? Cats on the internet? Unheard of! )

Obviously, no sociopaths and/or clowns need inquire.
Your kitten priveleges have been revoked.

[Yes, fine, I wrote a whole narrative just so that I could show off the new kittens we have at work. Pay no mind! I insist that Brigs would be a champion of helpless kittens everywhere, so this isn't crack. Feel free to adopt your kids a kitten or two.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.]

Ink and carpets. They go together extremely well! They enjoy one another's company, in fact it is incredibly difficult to separate them again. Which is ...sort of my point. How do you cut the inseparability of them and get ink out of carpet that I probably shouldn't have got ink on in the first place?

It wouldn't matter much but I can't remember if that carpet belongs to me.

I also can't remember when the last time I used the forums was. Hi! I'm Will. Help?

[He skulked into the city on a stealthy scavenger hunt, sensed what he was looking for was enticingly near, and with the toothiest of grins used what little cash he had to set up shop. Wolf's arrival at Hamartia is punctuated by a merry tune as he whistles his way down the second floor. When he finds the proper apartment, there's silence. Twenty minutes or so, then the walls and floor of #204 shake: A box of something heavy is dropped. Silence again, shorter this time. Another heavy thump, then another, then another. It stops after the fourth thump.

Hamartia goes quiet (as it ever is) again. Wolf familiarizes himself with the lay of the land. Then:]

Tea shops! Stores! Cafes? No, that's coffee. Where's a body get a scone in this neck of the woods? And books! The discerning kind, what about those?

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