It occured to me that I hadn't introduced myself on the network yet despite being here a month or so. That was by design - I'd dismissed it as your typical social media time-sink - and while that opinion hasn't changed, I do enjoy a time-sink when it's interesting. And Vallo keeps proving to be interesting, in diversity if nothing else.
And so - Callum Nova. I doubt there's anyone skulking about from my world, but if there is, 'Nova' is familiar because of Nova Industries, the media conglomerate. Illusions are my family's trade; a love of bright, glittering, beautiful, ephemeral veneer - it's common everywhere. Why wouldn't it be? As of late I'd been in an - internship, we'll go with internship
- with aspirations of being hired but honestly, fuck the library; fuck all
libraries, even yours, especially yours, because why not? If it's not attached to the library I knew, it likely will be in time, because if there's one thing that the Alexandrian Society is good at it's seeping into new cracks like a mold. They'll not be keen on my talking about it (how dare I speak the name of the Society at all!) but they're a dull lot with their furtive little plots, and what will they do in retaliation? Conspire to kill me more? I hope they try; Vallo's entertaining enough at present but I simply can't cope in a world that's so well-intentioned.
At any rate: Demonikea. They use this muddy, hideous typeface that I won't attempt here. They sell furniture. I am, occasionally, there, and even more occasionally I'm working there. If you're amusing I'll give you my discount. Don't sign the receipts they hand you. I don't know what they'll do with your signature but rest assured it's nothing good.