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This is madness (Narrative toward reapers)
Everything was out of control. The City was paying no real attention to what it was sending out, it had just discovered these wonderful little post it note things, and was having a really good time with them.
It started to send post its to the reapers specifically. It had overheard them talking about them, and what they were used for. It hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention at the time, so the details were more than a little lost in translation.
The City just started stuffing Post It notes with various names on them into the pockets of the reapers. Into the homes of the reapers. Into the shoes of the reapers. It didn't let Death off either. She got her fair share. After all, reapers and death were pretty much the same thing, right? Shared similar jobs.
Post its were such good fun! And so nicely yellow!
( ooc )
It started to send post its to the reapers specifically. It had overheard them talking about them, and what they were used for. It hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention at the time, so the details were more than a little lost in translation.
The City just started stuffing Post It notes with various names on them into the pockets of the reapers. Into the homes of the reapers. Into the shoes of the reapers. It didn't let Death off either. She got her fair share. After all, reapers and death were pretty much the same thing, right? Shared similar jobs.
Post its were such good fun! And so nicely yellow!
( ooc )