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[tendtoenunciate]

This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

Anonymous Commenting Is Enabled For The Use Of Anyone Unable To Register An Account Here

They Arent Screened Because That Would Be Somewhat Troublesome For Actually Conducting Conversations With Anonymous Browsers
But The Logging Of Addresses Following The Four-Point Specifications Of This Grubnet Is Off As Well
So I Hope You Are At Comfort

My Profile Contains The Means Of Connecting To Trollian With Me If Desired
Thats All

Comments

[dicey]

I don't know.

You really want to go there?

[tendtoenunciate]

Maybe. I don't know, I'll need to think about it more--especially considering at this point we don't even know if we even have any way of getting out. But it's probably better than Carriero. I died there twice. ...they had a respawn system.

[dicey]

You can die in Adstringéndum, too. And there are death prices.

[tendtoenunciate]

...those do sound bad.

Is there electroshock?

[dicey]

Not unless you fight someone who uses lightning, like I did.

[tendtoenunciate]

Is that how you know what dying is like...

[that's

kinda hot actually]

[dicey]

She didn't kill me. I don't know what dying is like.

[tendtoenunciate]

Ohhh.

[beat.]

You don't want to, really.

[dicey]

My kind-of-moirail did, and even though it turned out not to be real, it sucked.

[tendtoenunciate]

Oh. I'm sorry.

...maybe we should stop talking about death and get back to finding out what in paradox space this place is.

[dicey]

I've seen how these things go! We might be stuck for a while.

Fuck.

[tendtoenunciate]

[Glances at her wearable... semi-muttering]

...is this in all seriousness another communicator...

[dicey]

Yeah. Which means this isn't an event.

Fuck.

[tendtoenunciate]

Event--

Wait, Adstringendum has events too?!

[Taking out her own communicator, though it probably doesn't look too much like a PCD on the outside -- think PSP versus DS or some such, different devices but clearly functionally similar]

[dicey]

Yes!

[tendtoenunciate]

How bizarre...

[dicey]

Why are you focusing on this unimportant stuff?

[tendtoenunciate]

I don't know, I've just been through a bad breakup, okay, this is the last thing I needed--

[retraces verbal tracks

wait shit she should cover them]

What do you think qualifies as important then.

[dicey]

And somebody I have pale feelings for just told me they loved me; this is the last thing I needed!

I just want to get out of here, okay.

[tendtoenunciate]

[oh Vriska did you get platonic love zoned too]

Okay, let's try to think of ways out. Was there an entrance of some kind or something.

[dicey]

Fine.

[all the sulking]

[tendtoenunciate]

[She's literally looking around... and she doesn't really see one.]

Okay, I don't really see one.

[dicey]

We'll have to look harder than that, dumbass.

[tendtoenunciate]

Sorry, it's a little easy to lose your serious scrutiny skills after six months in the same building.

[dicey]

... So what's this breakup thing. It wasn't with me, was it?