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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]

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.