audio | un: sparkler | forward-dated to the 31st

[flashystyle]

[When a voice comes over the device, its tone is stern and mildly demanding.]

I've had quite enough of all this doom and gloom.

We are having a meeting. The Thesa Station, before the latest patch of unfortunate souls join us. I'm preparing a room for all of us, and by the bloody Maker you all are going to join me. Bring something to write with, because I will implore you to take notes. If you can't make it, I'll just assume you'll listen to my soothing voice over these devices anyway.

[With a click, it almost ends there—but Dorian quickly resumes the stream.]

... Also, if anyone with the strength to lift a few kegs, chairs, and other heavy objects would join me beforehand, I'd greatly appreciate it. Also, perhaps, someone who can work a stove. And... also someone with more technical know-how than I—I am quite necessary in this equation, rest assured, but it would make things much easier. Cheers.

[And, finally, it ends there.]

Comments

[flashystyle]

[If Nash listens closely, he can hear Dorian's scandalized gasp from the moon.]

Savory.

[latkje]

Don't worry, I'm older than you are.

[ Said with no evidence whatsoever. ]

It'll depend what they have market.
With the shortages it gets tricky. Don't worry though, I was the second best baker in New Rupanda.

[flashystyle]

[What the fuck? Dorian will have to revisit that later.]

I would have guessed the second worst, but I suppose I'll have to sit back and be grateful for you. If you need anything, you can always raid the station's pantry. It's where I'll be.

[latkje]

There were only two bakers in New Rupanda, so you'd be wrong.

Is that food still unseasonably blue?

[flashystyle]

Not that I know of. I'm trying my hand at something with noodles.

[latkje]

Did you figure out how to work a stove?

[flashystyle]

I know it boils water if I turn a knob.

[latkje]

Knobs are really a terrific invention.
So many things can happen if you twist them!

[flashystyle]

This is the part where I go into a panic induced by your teasing.

[latkje]

I don't know what you mean, I'm married. And apparently ugly.

[flashystyle]

And old. You're right.

[latkje]

Definitely old. But not inclined to panic.

[flashystyle]

A shame. I'd love to see you in a fluster.

[latkje]

With my complexion? I should probably be blushing.

[flashystyle]

And yet you aren't! My pride may never recover.

[latkje]

Tell it that I'm probably not educated enough to appreciate your charms.

(Can you tell your pride things? I've never met mine, so I couldn't say.)

[flashystyle]

(You can tell Pride demons things, but never your own pride. Unless you were a demon, I suppose? You are quite infuriating, so you're halfway there.)

It says you're full of shit.

[latkje]

Better that than shitless, don't you think?

(& am not a demon. )

[flashystyle]

That's true. I'd have no entertainment.

(Don't believe you.)

[latkje]

And no bowel movements.

(Would you believe me if I told you I was a demon?)

hey wtf is he makin so i can put it in this log

[flashystyle]

That isn't really a bad thing. Saves time.

(Yes, absolutely.)

similar to this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welsh_cake

[latkje]

How noble to save time when most these days are determined to kill it.

(Fine then, you caught me, I'm a demon.)