On action and anxiety. Looking towards Ink City.

[callmeyork]

So... you've decided to finally start writing the app? Good for you. Zach and I were getting anxious to do something, and it didn't seem like you were going to work up the courage. I'm impressed.

And don't doubt being able to use my voice. I'm sure you remember enough to be able to work through any fears you might have.

... and Zach says to invest in better coffee.

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[callmeyork]

Mm. I was afraid that he'd forgotten about me, but... well, here we are now.

[You think? I'm still pretty worried.]

[ininclntntwrds]

[I'm sure you'll do fine.]

I don't know... The one in the purple armor had his application rejected.

[He's not going to be that bad. Just wait for the Kazoos and everything will be okay!]

...

[Petitus looks at me like I'm weird. Which I am.]

[callmeyork]

Well, that was supposedly on the basis of the mun's maturity rather than the character. Or so I hear.

[Fffft yes, I love that song. It's great walking music!]

[ininclntntwrds]

[Petitus gets sassy.]

If it was based on the mun's maturity, then how did my application get accepted?

[...HEY!]

[callmeyork]

[It was a bit complicated on the mod's behalf, but they just didn't see him up to the standards of the game.]

You've got me there. [Lighting up a cigarette, starts to smoke. Sorry, it's habit.]

[ininclntntwrds]

[A habit that has been known to kill people.]

_{I don't particularly care.}

[Yes, because you can't smell it. You can't even die by the millions of chemicals in cigs. Ugh...]

_{I don't think we can stop him from doing it anyway...}

[JUST RIP THE FUCKING PERSONIFICATION OF DEATH FROM HIS MOUTH!]

[callmeyork]

[... Goldude, calm down. All it does to him is help pass the time.]

... Who are you talking to?

[ininclntntwrds]

[Fine.]

Just someone I know. It's actually part of my psychic ability. I have to talk in order to talk to someone else psychically.

[callmeyork]

Mm. I won't question it further. [Especially considering he has a sort of psychic ability of his own. It's more clairvoyance than telepathy, but still.]

[ininclntntwrds]

[Except it's not really a psychic ability and he can read brackets, so he knows about York's clairvoiyance hahaha.]

...So... When exactly are you planning on entering Ink City? There's a huge snowstorm there right now.

[callmeyork]

-- ah. Is there now? Well... that complicates things, seeing as how I appear to already be there.

[ininclntntwrds]

...Jar Breeze.

[callmeyork]

[PFFT.] ... Excuse me?

[ininclntntwrds]

It's an expletive from my world.

[callmeyork]

Very... interesting one, at that. [Puffffff.]

[ininclntntwrds]

You wouldn't believe how the people in my world started using that expletive.

[callmeyork]

No, probably not. Your world seems... very interesting.

[ininclntntwrds]

It might be, considering that nothing about it is logical. An example being that my father is an evil talking eyeball with fangs.

[callmeyork]

......

[Turns around.] Zach, I'm not sure what to make of that statement. At all.

[ininclntntwrds]

...And I was bought to life by someone saying my name, so yes, not logical at all. You get the picture.

[callmeyork]

Er. Right. I'm... well, I have to say it straight. I have no idea how to understand your world, and I sincerely hope to have nothing to do with it.

[ininclntntwrds]

Good. That just means you're sane.

[callmeyork]

... interesting that you say it as such. [Takes another drag, lets out some more smoke.]

[ininclntntwrds]

No, really. My world defies the laws of physics. There's no way anyone could ever logically understand it. I just learned to roll with it.

[Petitus then glances to me.]

_{But I'm still glad I have my... psychic ability.}

[Nice to talk to you, too V:3]

_{...Stop putting that v in there.}

[Never.]

[callmeyork]

So I see.

[Watches the one-sided conversation with amusement. Is this what he seemed like to people when he talked with Zach?]