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I'm dealing with something that I want to be up front about. I discovered I'm a Reader now. A mind reader that is. I wasn't at home but this place and its strangeness doesn't seem to care about that. I'm working on my mental shields so I don't just go stomping around inside people's heads. Our brand of reading can be especially invasive. I thought I was doing pretty good, but today was stressful at the DOA office thanks to network trouble and a broken printer and an angry local filing a complaint, so.

I slipped up. Twice. I apologized to the people whose minds I violated, but it still happened and I don't want to pretend there's no chance it'll happen again. I'm looking into farm work in case I can't lock this down fast. Please know that I have no desire to be inside anyone's mind but Tenn uninvited.

Anyway, long story short, today sucked. Kind of wish I was still in a toga learning how to shoot pool.

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if any of you shits makes fun of me I WILL hang you upside down by a signpost that reads 'fucknut' until you cede consciousness



a haircut?

I've never had one. I realize it's a method of self-expression. My hair is composed of organic materials but it doesn't grow so there's never been a need. But.

??? What should I do?

Alright, so here's the thing. I've been here a fucking second now and I've got my people, but there's a lot of you people out there that I'm damn curious about. And, you know what, no matter how long you've been squatting here, be it fucking forever or you got here yesterday, you are damn curious about some people, too. So it's time for a drinking game, just without the drinking unless you are drinking on this weird exchange of a Da'leysen afternoon, in which case, fucking great, you're my kind of people.

Anyway, the game is simple. Point out something that you're curious about the person, then follow it up with a hearty what the fuck is up with that. (Don't actually have to say that, but it's highly encouraged and you're open to judgement if you don't.)

For example, someone could look at me and go: You're green, asshole. What the fuck is up with that? And then I'd answer.

And that's the game. Real fucking simple.

Also, I don't fucking know everyone around, so feel free to chime in so other folks can reply to you and get nosy. It's a gods damn free for all, okay. You reply, people ask questions, you ask questions, just fucking ask questions alright, go.

[FILTERED TO MAGIC PEOPLE & SURIT.]

Are any of you adept at dealing with the mind? I guess it would be considered magical to you. Magical minds. I just need to know how fucked I am if something goes sideways. I have a few small questions, minuscule even, but I figured one of you would be able to answer.

You know what doesn't happen every day? This weird group of people kidnapping you off the street to buy them alcohol and then refusing to let you leave the group because you need to "loosen" up and dragging you so many places in a city you're not even familiar with AND THEN your phone dies so you have to steal a charger because they lost your wallet.

I had someone's grandmother doing a lap dance on me. It's like she refused to believe a person her age was at a higher risk for hip dislocation doing that. Though maybe Sheila was right and I'd still be able to do that for her at that age if she bit me damn it I miss her

I need a ride from [address] and a hot shower and to never leave the apartment again.

I am looking for two things.

First: with Scorpia being gone I'm searching for someone who can manage the front of the house when it comes to the tea shop. Looking for someone who will not murder the difficult customers with violence but with kindness and help other employees. I can do this to an extent, though my patience with the general public thins with every interaction.

Second: the owner of a glowing sword that seems to have its own mind? Reminds me of Clo I don't sense any threatening energy and it seems oddly cheerful. It followed me home after an early walk around the forest this morning. I'll let it stay at my cottage until someone claims it.

Your onboarding is efficient, I’ll give you that.  Government red tape at home would’ve had me sitting in a waiting room and filling out forms for at least three days. And the apartment is, well. No offense, but it’s kind of ridiculous. I’ve spent months on entire spaceships smaller than that apartment. Your budget probably needs a massive overhau

Anyway. Uh I’ve never been very good at social media Thank you. For explaining the situation and telling me where to find Tennal Halkana. A few more days and he’d probably have charmed his way to the head of a gang or been exiled into the woods and tracking him down would’ve been a lot harder. I’m better at catching farm animals than people.

Oh. My name’s is Surit.  So. Yeah. Hello.

Alright. Little late to this, but I've decided this place is pretty okay, if my people are here and I get to swing my hammer at shit. Feels a bit like home, just less constant fucking high stakes, moon bullshit, and people constantly falling out of a skyship.

I mean, I guess. I probably haven't been here to be a real good judge so, fuck me probably. Maybe the moon is fucked here and people do fall out of skyships. They better fucking not.

Anyway. Didn't say this before when I got here, so hey. I'm Ashton.

Lights, you have a massive city with some mid-level tech and you still managed to ground everyone. Not even a little space travel. What do any of you even do for fun when you're stuck here?

tw: discussion of pregnancy in comments

Things I didn't miss:

Nearly burning down the house trying to make a Thanksgiving dinner.

Things I am missing:

Black Friday. I need new boots and do not want to pay full retail thank you very much.

((pls to ignore the tag dump on this))