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Missed the little deadline, did you, dear heart? All the better for you, perhaps. It's that much more time to stop floundering and start swimming! The alternative is you sink, and who wants that? Hee hee. Not that I'd complain if you threw in the towel. But I suppose I can't fault your taste - who could pass up my scintillating company?

Don't make that face now. And stop being so nervous! Best foot forward, you're representing me, and if you look bad so do I. We can't be having that. But really there's nothing to worry about. After all, God is your copilot.

Hee hee.

[replies might come from "zeitgeists" too, for a few more icons.]

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[neverplaysfair]

I suppose I was lucky. They were rather more common back when I first showed up, but have since appeared to decline in popularity. I must say I'm still quite happy with them.

I've managed some decent bowls of ramen, but alas, no viper drinks to date. How do food prospects look on your end?

[plays]

[Oh you just had to ask. A long-suffering sigh.] Cruise food, so who knows? There are stop-offs at different worlds, apparently, so I at least expect to sample some interesting local cuisine. And from what I hear the library is extensive. [Also an art room *A*] So I shall have something to entertain me during the weary hours in transit.

[neverplaysfair]

At least one of use gets to expand their horizons. We tend to only get new food options when a new chef shows up.

[plays]

The little experiments you mentioned aren't edifying?

[No comment on expanding horizons.]

[neverplaysfair]

... In October I took on the appearance of a broken Composer with the aura of a fallen and corrupted city following me constantly. I could have quite done without that.

[zeitgeists]

[... A spark of sympathy, maybe. Kind of. Awkward with feelings, this one. Though he really can't make fun of that.]

That kind of power? I see...

[neverplaysfair]

It's a shame, really. They have the ability to run what would likely be a very efficient Game, and yet they waste it.

Do you know where your cruise is headed?

[plays]

No idea! There's no set route, from the sounds of it, but plenty of surprises. Isn't that exciting?

[neverplaysfair]

Hee hee, I take it you're not excited?

[plays]

I'll survive, I'm sure.

[neverplaysfair]

If you're more fortunate than I, yes. [ He says it rather cheerfully, but yes, he's implying almost exactly what it sounds like he's implying. ]

1/2

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[Is that so, other self? Hmm, he wonders what happened there.]

[zeitgeists]

Don't tell me someone tripped you up, now.

[neverplaysfair]

Of course not.

[zeitgeists]

Good to hear! Wouldn't that be unfortunate? I wonder if you could pass on the post to another in that world, and that would be such a discombobulation, then with a place in their world and you... well. You know.

[neverplaysfair]

... Believe it or not, I was in a position to pass her along. I can't. So at least that much is consolation in case someone does happen to catch me on a very bad day.

[zeitgeists]

Hmmm... that sounds like quite a story. [And it does! That is sincere. Politely interested here, is the key.]

[neverplaysfair]

Oh, it was.

I Ascended. Or rather, I tried to at least. I was unable to pass on Shibuya to another, and so it didn't quite go so well.

[zeitgeists]

... I'm imagining a dog hitting the end of a choke chain too hard here, so if you'd like to elaborate and replace that image... [Amused, sob. Better you than him.]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua thinks on it for a moment, then giggles. ]

Nothing quite so amusing. I became both Composer and Angel at the same time. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

[zeitgeists]

You splinched yourself, hmm? How did you get out of it?

[neverplaysfair]

... Sanae created a fracture in my Soul and did a hard rewrite of my code.

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[...]

Goodness. That serious.

[neverplaysfair]

As I said, if you're more fortunate than I, you'll definitely survive.

[ After all, the actions itself were nothing compared to the trust struggle that precluded it. ]

[zeitgeists]

[He's more or less got it figured about Mr. H and is packing the whole mess away to think about later. But a breach like that! Serious stuff, to be sure.]

... Ah. I see.