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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentia2017-05-31 11:00 am

Mingle Log #1: Landmarks of Xistentia

Characters: All characters who opt in
Summary: A party to mark the first wave of incoming characters in Xistentia, punctuated with weird physics and an unexpected trip to the heart (or mind) of F.A.T.E.S.
Date(s): Late May 2017
Warnings/Notes: Sexual content and other potentially offensive or triggering material to be noted in headers.

Mix and Mingle
Landmarks of Xistentia

It starts with the daemons, because of course it does. At sunset, they begin to ring and beep and urge you to follow directions through the city. For those with animate daemons, be they animals or people, the programs are even more intrusive. Pushing and pawing and urging you to get up and go. The destination is not far from the first reclaimed parts of the city— a tall tower covered in overgrown moss and trees, located near the beach, the Westernmost edge of the city. Even with the chaos of vegetation growing over it, it's clear that the building is a miracle of technology and style.

"Connection is essential," the daemon tells you. "However, genital contact is not required."

You have reached the Central Citadel, and it's time to party!

EARLY BIRDS

But F.A.T.E.S. is as susceptible to peer pressure and trendy trends as anyone else! Early birds will find that the atrium lounge is a true mess at first. Birds nesting in the ceiling, thorn plants all across the floors, and the bottles and cups at the white bar are empty. As parties go, this sucks. However, within a few minutes of the first arrivals, changes begin to overcome the club area visibly. It is exactly the same as the way the city has begun to accommodate the visitors, but far more accelerated. Soon, the lights begin to power on, filling the room with ambient illumination. Plants recede, but do not disappear entirely. High above, the ceiling suddenly morphs to display the starry night sky. And most importantly of all, there's booze.


With any luck, someone around here knows how to bartend, because F.A.T.E.S sure does not. Various liquors from across the multiverse are available, along with drink umbrellas, speared olives, mixers and wedges of fruit. However, the cocktails that automatically fill the glasses vary in taste from acceptable to horrific. Luckily, the bar does not keep anyone out.
FASHIONABLY LATE

If you're more than thirty minutes late, the kinks have worked themselves out. The party is now in full swing. F.A.T.E.S. has surrendered drink mixing duty to various refugees[1], resulting in much more palatable alcoholic beverages. Someone even found chicken fingers, which are making the rounds.

However, it appears that the invisible supercomputer is still trying to DJ. Predictably, the music ranges wildly based on the listeners-- one moment, you have 17th century lute music; the next, Trance. Blink 182 may even make a brief auditory appearance. It is not particularly easy to dance to this nightmarishly incoherent soundtrack, but it does provide a cross-section of multiversal experiences, for those of us who care about that kind of thing.

Alternatively, you can explore. The Central Citadel is filled with odd rooms. In the presence of only one or two explorers, the tidying effect doesn't happen nearly as quickly. Characters may find jungle-eaten conference spaces, computer laboratories, or even more sophisticated situation rooms thronged with vines and flowers. Somehow, the screens and monitors seem to work just fine with blossoms poking out of the harddrives. Rooms with beds are available as well, some of them already pre-carpeted with romantic roses. You might also find your way into a gym, where slightly rotted bokken and a dusty boxing ring nonetheless make for an interesting way to meet people who aren't into roses and laptops.
BONUS ADVENTURE: THE TEMPLE

Characters who meet new CR at the Citadel have a special experience. When the two (or more) individuals get to talking, their daemons both abruptly interrupt with a very important, not at all loaded question. "Do you want to see something cool?" If the daemon was too big to come inside, the question is posed via earpiece or whatever other device.

The correct answer is "Yes." And with that, the characters are abruptly transported to The Telexistence Temple, on the Easternmost edge of the city. The sudden quiet seems deafening; the darkness is almost blinding before one's eyes adjust to the lines of light running through the tall stone walls. It is much cooler here than it was at the Central Citadel, but it has its own eerie dignity.


"In the future, this is where you may access information about your worlds. Recovery information, save points, and both passive and active world entry points are located here." A beat. Possibly the daemon is watching you stumble around. "Most of the tools have been disabled in order to prevent damage from inebriated users."

However, two pieces of technology continue to cooperate. First, a huge slab of glossy black stone the height of a desk, emitting holographic Head Up Display upward, the Chronological Cartographer. Your character must touch the device. Immediately then, a bright flowing diagram of data begins to spin through the air, whirling with lines and circles and familiar names. It is a chart of the worlds your characters have lived in before and the people they have met in the past timeline. The splitting point to Xistentia is clearly marked, and your future here is a red line wavering in darkness. Toy with it a little, and you'll even be able to pull up significant dates, friendships, enemies. Moments of transformation. F.A.T.E.S. remembers it all, and it is only a quick teleport from the Citadel. (Fortunately, it is also a quick teleport back.)

Second, there is a monitor with another HUD. It displays a HUD with a single prompt: Amenities needed?[2]

Starting the next day, the Temple will be accessible to all characters at all hours. Those granted access the night before will be able to find their way back with companions.



Footnotes
  1. Some may be NPCs! Please avoid killing or maiming them without mod discussion first.

  2. Go here and fill out the form, reply to that comment, if your character is going to take F.A.TE.S. up on the amenities request.
aberth: (( fifty - six. ))

[personal profile] aberth 2017-06-05 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He rolls his eyes. He won't be made to feel bad about this, he won't let Declan feel better than him. ]

It's cool.

[ It's a toy car, but whatever. ]

Has Chainsaw'd seen it yet?

[ Even though they probably don't act like real birds. ]
miss_brilliant: (idea)

[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-06-05 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amanda gets his meaning pretty quickly, but she still bites her lip because that answer is a little more complicated for her than it might be for some people. She believes it so easily, but that makes it both beautiful and horrifying becuase of the ramifications. Then she chuckles, the sound almost as bitter as her drink]

Well, that's a pretty loaded question. [she sighs, shrugging a bit] I mean, in terms of the basics--the...idea that all of our universes are part of a--network, of sorts--it's bizarre, but it's also logical. At least, in that it's...following the rules and laws of what I know about computers and their programs in my world. Which is more than I can say for some other things I've seen other places.

And disressingly, the idea of a semi-sentient virus wanting to destroy everything isn't that outlandish either, given the things I saw in my world. [she smirks] I'd love to be the scientist who could tell you it's impossible, but even if I hadn't already seen pretty strange things--it's given me proof enough that at least a good part of what the daemons have given us is true. I'm trying to not think about the ramifications of being part of the program though. Which would be a lot easier if it was a better bartender
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hasitsthorns: (Tʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-06-06 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Blaze would love that. And to see his good buddy Axel again, I'm sure.

[ She still can't believe how Axel bonded so well with one of her dogs... It's cute, really, even if Mulder is the star of his heart now. Besides Andrew, that is. ]

A little. There's Serana and Erandur. [ The other loves, the ones he's been noticeably saddened about not being able to bring to Xist, which. She doesn't want to think on that too much because it makes her feel insecure. ] He also has two adopted kids and that, uh. Freaks me out a lot actually but I guess they're older so maybe that won't be so bad.
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-06-06 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he would. And hey, that makes me a parent too but. I'm pretty happy to be a mom of nine furry children.

[ Furry children, definitely. Actual children? Ehhhh. ]

Like... tweens, I think? Twelve or thereabouts. [ Humans age so fast it can be hard to keep track of what the markers are. ]
amplifyings: (❃ something in her style)

[personal profile] amplifyings 2017-06-06 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan's smile is a rare thing, but it's familiar and comforting to Blue in its own ways. Like hearing your favorite song from your childhood on the radio and still knowing all of the words as you sing along. And in all this unknown that surrounds her, it's something of a relief to find something that she knows. Something that she can hold on to, something that will keep her grounded.

(Is it a weird thing for her to find that in Ronan? Unexpected? Likely. But weird? Not so much. She cares for him just as deeply as she does Gansey, Adam, and Noah.)

The sound of Gansey's name makes something in the center of her chest clench tightly, almost painfully. And for a moment, it feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. Gansey. He'd been there with her, trying to protect her from whatever it was that had a hold of Noah, but in all the inky blackness and earsplitting noise she'd lost him. The warmth of his body close to her disappearing moments before she'd found herself in the ocean. ]


You haven't found him either?

[ She doesn't want to entertain the idea that they're here without him, despite how it seems to be the case. ]
amplifyings: (❃ the clouds will be a daisy chain)

[personal profile] amplifyings 2017-06-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Slowly but surely the space in front of them is coming together to look like.... well, nothing like any party that Blue's ever been too -- not that she's been to very many at all, but that's neither here nor there. The thick green vegetation that covers most of everything starts to edge away, music begins playing at a barely audible level, more party decor begins to emerge from seemingly nowhere. ]

And you [ Her pointedly annoyed look returns, this time aimed directly at her daemon, which manages to feign a look of complete confusion despite its lack of any features to indicate as such. ] kept saying I was going to be late.

[ Blue returns her attention to Declan when an owl lands on his shoulder -- looking like an inverted photograph of Ronan with the snow white bird on his shoulder and clean lines where Ronan was jagged edges. -- looking between the two curiously for a few short seconds. ]

You mean here-here? [ She points to her feet to indicate where she's standing. ]here-here? [ A vague gesture of her hand to indicate.... well, the entire damn universe. ]
amplifyings: (❃ a girl with kaleidoscope eyes)

[personal profile] amplifyings 2017-06-06 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eventually, Blue's daemon calms down and the frantic click-clack of its branch-like limbs scuttling across the floor finally fade away as it returns to Blue's side. ]

Why not? Grand entrances aren't your thing? [ She chuckles, once again letting her gaze settle on the Transformer -- her knowledge of the cartoon is limited at best, confined only to a few episodes she'd seen in passing and the few explosion-ridden films that had been made. ] Which one is it?

[ Look, the only Decepticon she can name off the top of her head is Megatron. ]

The Wikipedia page of our life? [ She repeats a bit incredulously, reaching to carefully touch the computer in front of her -- which immediately comes to life, displaying a full screen of information about her. A mixture of things that seem important (like her height, weight, age, and blood type) and ones that seem not-so-important (like her favorite song from when she was in fourth grade, the full list of presents she'd received for 7th birthday, the exact coordinates of where she'd had her bike stolen at the start of 9th grade.). It all makes her blood run cold, makes her feel uncomfortably unsettled, but she can't keep from scrolling through all the information as though she hadn't been the one living it. ]

This is weird. How does it know all this stuff?
rekt: (pic#11468383)

[personal profile] rekt 2017-06-06 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, here I thought we bonded during our secret little woodland get-away.

[ which is sarcasm. basically any time john murphy opens his mouth, sarcasm comes out of it. his eyes turn away from axel back to the area at large, as he shrugs, noncommittal. ]

Still in the middle of freaking nowhere. Still screwed. Not much different than before.
astralera: (Default)

IIB

[personal profile] astralera 2017-06-06 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Era wouldn't exactly say that she's lost, even though she may have no earthly idea where she is. Worst case scenario she could cast a shield on herself and jump out a window. Or she could ask Emeraldd. But the window sounds like a better idea.

So to Rose's question Era simply gives a quick shake of her head, accompanied by a small shrug. She's pretty sure she's where she wants to be - which is exploring the strange building.

She hadn't expected to find any type of sword - wooden or otherwise - if she's being entirely honest. This place has so far been so technologically advanced she expected swords and bows to have fallen by the wayside for the most part, as they had in ancient Allag.

The bokken is in poor condition and she's quite certain one solid strike would break it. It's entirely different to what Era is accustomed to using - the closest to a wooden sword she's ever used has been a Macuahuitl. She falls into an easy fighting stance and gives the bokken an experimental swing. ]


Hn...

[ It's instantly apparent that it isn't meant for the style of swordsmanship a paladin uses, and more for Gosetsu's style of fighting. Perhaps she could try learning some of her ally's techniques? It isn't as though she is about to stop training while here. ]

Do you see a striking dummy, Mistress Rose?

[ Era really wants to see if she can shatter the bokken with one good hit. For curiosity's sake. ]
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fiachdubh: (Default)

atrium lounge

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, apparently someone else had the same idea he had. Only Ronan is openly walking around with the bottle of whiskey he took for himself in his hand, not caring for a second if it's 'against the rules'. ]

You must be a hoarder.

[ Because Ronan doesn't see the point in stealing and hiding the goods - from what he's come to understand, they can get whatever they want, if they ask nicely enough. ]
fiachdubh: (Default)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ That, at least, Ronan can't argue with. He might have a ton of things going on right now, but Matthew takes precedence over any of his other issues. Not being quite sure where he stands with Adam is not as important as saving his brother's life.

Or Gansey's. ]


Yes.

[ There's nothing more to say about that. Ronan tugs on his knotted leather bands with his teeth, a sure sign of nervousness that even Declan must be all too aware of, and he nods. ]

All I know is that I got through with Adam, using a portal in Cabeswater. If you had the same kind of portal in DC, maybe Matthew got to jump through, too.
fiachdubh: (Default)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just you believe. Like he's going to do that with a total stranger.

Still, he smile, thin and sharp. ]


Ronan. You?
fiachdubh: (Default)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. [ Ronan takes in her thoughts and opinions, keeping his face carefully neutral. He's not disinterested, and that may be a problem in the future, but for now - understanding where they are and why they're here is the best he can do to try and 1) save Gansey and Matthew, and 2) save his world and restore it back to what it was before the spread of the Unmaker.

Ronan likes logic, and likes things that make sense. He's still not entirely sure that any of this does. ]


What kind of rules? Are we talking like, Asimov?

[ He bites at his leather bands, tight around his wrist, and looks ahead, over her head, for a moment. ]

Yeah, I'm trying not to think about the being part of a program, either. [ Because it scares him, because it doesn't make sense, because it puts into question everything he knows and everything he believes in, and he can't have that. ]
fiachdubh: (007)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll make you a mixtape.

[ Ronan grins again, and this time it looks more sincere than it has before, if only because he's remembering making one for Adam, and how it'd been in the cassette deck of the Hondayota without fail since Ronan had put it in the car. There was something like pride and fondness in his smile.

The usual, the guy says like anyone's taste in music is any kind of 'usual'. Ronan has assessed in the past that music is more biased than any other form of art - just in his small group of friends, they could agree on classic movies, excellent TV, even plays. But never music. Music was this illusive medium they could fight over for hours. ]


Sounds boring. Broadening your horizons seems like a good idea.
fiachdubh: (016)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-06 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, they are here without him, and Blue's surprise is a bullet to Ronan's heart. They're not together, Gansey hasn't come here with her, and he wasn't with him and Adam, either.

Shit. Ronan gnaws on his leather bands for a second before he stops, startled into grabbing her chin, not as gently as he'd like, and turning her face towards him. She still has the marks from the Unmaker, when it took hold of Noah. Ronan remembers all too well meeting her and Gansey in the hospital, but he also remembers the scars fading slightly, the black eye disappearing.

It's stark and angry here, marring her skin in a way that makes her look badass and terrifying at the same time. She'd been so close to losing her eye. ]


When did you - get that? [ It probably sounds stupid, and he feels like he knows the answer. But that also means that he and Adam are from her future.

That she doesn't know about Gansey dying. ]
amplifyings: (❃ living is easy with eyes closed)

[personal profile] amplifyings 2017-06-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan's answer -- or lack thereof -- isn't at all reassuring. After all, if he did know where Gansey was, if they had all ended up here, he surely would have been more than happy to let her know, right? One of her palms rubs up and down the length of her arm in an obvious show of uneasy anxiety -- which her daemon seems to pick up on and nudges at her ankles as affectionately as a tiny tree can.

Blue's right about to open her mouth and question Ronan about something when suddenly his hand takes a hold of her chin, jerking her head to the side with a little more force than she'd anticipated. And considering she hadn't anticipated the action at all, any kind of force was surprising. ]


Ouch. Hey! What're you-- [ She cuts her words off with a huff and when Ronan questions her, Blue reaches up to carefully touch the wound in question. She hadn't taken any care of it -- no bandaging, no antiseptic, just a little water to clean whatever blood had dried on her skin. -- and it still looks relatively fresh even in its beginning stages of scabbing over. Inflamed, a little swollen at the edges, and accompanied by a dark smudge of violet-black underneath her eye. ]

After the party. We left early because things just didn't feel right and when we got back to my house, Noah -- Well, not really Noah -- but something was inside of him, like he was possessed by something really dark and really evil. [ Her brows furrow as she relives the memories inside of her head -- and for all she knows, Ronan's completely unaware of those events, she'd gone straight from there to here. No pit stop to visit Ronan and Adam in between. ] Gansey and I were trying to help, but... [ A shrug. Hopeless. Defeated. A look not very becoming of Blue. ] I don't know, it was all black everywhere and then, I was here.
hangingtree: ℂ𝔸𝕋ℂℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔽𝕀ℝ𝔼 ❚ alone (UPRISING NO. 088)

[personal profile] hangingtree 2017-06-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
You could say that. [ Katniss looks about as comfortable here as she did on the beach that day, though.

Her gaze lands on Axel's daemon for a moment before scanning the area, marginally more on edge than she might normally be. Right now, she really wishes she had a bow of some kind or even just a small knife, something she could grip onto and take comfort from. Being weaponless in a place like this... It doesn't sit well with her.

When she meets Axel's gaze again, Cinnad plopping his large bear-butt down on the floor beside her, Katniss sighs through her nose. ]
I don't think I like this place. [ It's hard to tell if she specifically means the tower they're in or the city itself, but it's probably not hard to argue she's talking about both. ]
hangingtree: ℂ𝔸𝕋ℂℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔽𝕀ℝ𝔼 ❚ alone (UPRISING NO. 087)

rooms with beds BECAUSE I CAN

[personal profile] hangingtree 2017-06-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's Cinnad, Katniss's moss-covered brown bear daemon, that enters the room first and sends Murphy flopping onto his side, but Katniss isn't far behind. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration as she's exploring the halls and the various rooms, trying to get a better feel for this place. She's already seen a couple rooms like this, knows that it's not something an individual did necessarily, but it still has her halting mid-step in the doorway when she hears Murphy's voice.

Her eyes widen fractionally in surprise and then, at his words, narrow slightly. She stares at him for maybe a beat too long before she utters, ]
I don't paint. [ Unfortunately for Murphy, that reference is completely lost on her. ]
pillz: (mild)

[personal profile] pillz 2017-06-07 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky watches the death god drink, resting his hands on the corner of the bar. a smile grows across his face as he studies the other man. just a small one, but more genuine than the crazed rictuses of manic glee that characterize kavinsky when he's racing cars or fucking hard. he'd been eating food that aric caught for him for a few days, and he hadn't been very grateful about it, but being on the other side with a shotglass and mixer is

nice. or something.]


I dunno. Don't think you can be too sure about that.

[he leans in, elbows thumping the counter. reaches over his tattooed fingers, grasping aric's chin. tugging to open his mouth.] Open up, I'll check it out for you.
fiachdubh: (023)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-07 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets go of her chin, eyes boring into hers, looking very serious. So she doesn't know about Gansey, she doesn't know about himself, on the verge of death. She doesn't know about his mother, and everything else that fell apart until Gansey sacrificed himself.

She doesn't know, and Ronan is pretty sure he can't tell her. ]


So you haven't gone to the hospital, yet?

[ There are some things he must be able to say, right? Things like Gansey telling him and Adam about their relationship - as if they were oblivious, blind idiots. Well, Adam might have been, considering his reaction, but Ronan hadn't really cared. Of course he hadn't cared, his crush on Gansey had long ago turned into a brotherly love.

He bites on the insides of his lips then, eyes scanning the room for Adam again, before he looks back at Blue. ]


Okay. Adam and I - the ones that are here, in this... world, with you? We're from your future. [ It sounds so insane. But Blue is used to time being funny. ] We've lived through you getting this injury. We came to see you in the hospital. Noah was possessed, and that - that thing, it possessed parts of Adam, too, later.

[ Ronan remembers, starkly, darkly, being attacked by Adam. After heated kisses and falling asleep tangled up in each other, the next time they touched was when Adam tried to gouge his eyes out. Not Adam. It hadn't been Adam. ]

It's connected to Cabeswater.
fiachdubh: (003)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-07 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan's features go back to neutral as the conversation shifts. Poking at the skin under his bracelets, he nods, furtively looking over to where Adam is sitting, Barricaded making little police noises around him. ]

Yeah, I was home. Were you not? [ And how would it be possible, please and thank you.

At the term 'boyfriend', Ronan's eyes slide to Adam again, lingering for a moment before he turns back to the conversation. ]


Trap? As in 90's grime hip-hop? I thought it was music reserved to drug dealers.

[ Is your boyfriend a drug dealer, Axel? ]
fiachdubh: (017)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-07 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well. I guess this isn't much of a change for you then. [ not like it is for Ronan. The thought prompts him to take a swig of whiskey, tipping his head back as he drinks. The alcohol burns down his throat in this reassuring way that Adam hates. Ronan closes his eyes for a second. He probably shouldn't get smashed, if they're going to be sharing a bed. ]

You two met there, then? This... convergence of universes?

[ Why are you asking, Ronan. You don't give a shit. It just feels like the thing to do. And maybe if they know more about this multiple universes bullshit, they have a way to get home. Or get people here. ]

D'you know how to travel between worlds?
locoparentis: (Declan - charm the room)

[personal profile] locoparentis 2017-06-07 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
End of the world as we know it, you mean?

[He knows. He takes a slow nod.]

It's nice to meet you too, Rose.
locoparentis: (Declan - butter smooth)

[personal profile] locoparentis 2017-06-07 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[There's silence, but Declan is an accomplished liar, so somehow the silence doesn't suggest that he thinks that Ronan is wrong. He doesn't want to say that when he left Matthew, he was writhing on the floor, looking like he was in pain, with a black ooze pouring out of his mouth in vomiting waves and in no shape to go anywhere.

But nevermind. This is easier.]


He would do something like that. If he saw something curious.

[Their little brother isn't smart and he possesses almost no natural curiosity, but he does occasionally have the odd moment of birdlike mannerism, where he wants to know what something is. Something like a portal.]
fiachdubh: (013)

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-06-07 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ronan looks around them, and shrugs. To him, this place looks like a high-tech version of everything he's over known - brick and mortar, too much vegetation, the slight scent of mint in the air. ]

You don;t think this is functional?

[ After all, there's booze. That's good enough for Ronan.

At the question, Ronan straightens, but he can't help himself. His eyes dart off, landing on Adam, who's talking with someone Ronan doesn't know, himself. He's never cared about Adam knowing he was looking; it was easier for him to know, anyway, made things clearer. But that doesn't mean that Ronan's going to start... what? Gossiping? He looks back at Axel, running his hand under his nose. ]


Yeah, I am. [ Ronan is an excellent conversationalist, what. ]

Hm. It's like we're completely cut off from the worlds we used to be on. Which is, once again, very pleasant to consider.

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