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[onerthes]

[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.]
"Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call."
*Beep*

Comments

[no_reload]

You and I come from places where obstacles are to be overtaken. Also, we've been here long enough to know how some aspects of this place work, and we make the most of it. We have to have some fun or else what's the point?

[onerthes]

We take the victories and enjoyment where we are able. It makes the harder days so much easier. I wish the others really grasped how important that can be in time here.

[no_reload]

It pleases me that both of us consider driving through a sand worm to be a victory and enjoyable. Some people want to live the limited lives this place affords them. No fault; they aren't cut out to doggedly pursue the end point.

[onerthes]

I once saw Gwen literally drive a vespa down one's throat and blow her way out with shotguns. I was almost, almost jealous. No, I don't think I was ever cut out for a quiet life.

[no_reload]

I am completely jealous. We are definitely doing that.

[onerthes]

You might have to find something besides a Vespa, but I'm pretty sure we'll make do one way or another. Maybe they'll have a "Harley?" I hear those are popular.

[no_reload]

I'm certain you and I could find an appropriate vehicle. Or you will drive and I will be on the outside firing our way out. It will sure to be a good time.

[onerthes]

Yeah, I'm absolutely down with this. We can meet in the dreamscape soon for a tour of the inside of the largest worm's guts. It's definitely a date.

[Cause death there didn't matter so why not?]

[no_reload]

A date it is. We'll decide on the time later.

[onerthes]

Until then, I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Stay safe, Reaper.