On bringing Lassie into A_Facility

[wedonthaveballs]

So.

Mun.

Let me get this straight.

Because I am not allowed to have a gun, or will not have my own upon entrance into this ... madhouse of misfits, you've decided that I'll go to my 'old-time' survival instincts - stay off camera, forage for food, live in the woods because obviously I've stumbled onto a government conspiracy and they're out to kill me, and I can't trust any of the technology, or anyone there.

Also, I'm going to believe that it's Spencer's fault.

...yeah, that sounds about right.

Carry on.

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[littleblonderiddle]

I just don't think it would be high on Mr. Spencer's to-do list, even if he were capable of it. Unless, of course, you've done something recently to upset him.

[ Oh man, being put on the spot now. Sometimes her optimism has its downsides. ]

Oh, well, based on what information I've gathered so far, there seem to be several of these places referred to as games, although each of them seems to have some kind of unfavorable trait to them. And uh, apparently these muns can't always be trusted to stick to their decisions. I mean, mine is still trying to figure out where to send me, and she keeps changing her mind almost every hour, so. Maybe there's hope for you too, Carlton.

[wedonthaveballs]

No.

Not today, anyways.

[He pursues his lips, and sighs.]

Well, I'll keep my options ... fluid. [He doesn't sound hopeful, merely grim.]

[littleblonderiddle]

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll manage just fine wherever you'll end up in. I have full faith in you, partner.

[ Still, it's probably a good thing for everyone else if there are no guns involved. ]

Try to look at the bright side, it could always be worse? It could be that sex island place I've heard about.