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[jackintomyport]

*in the center of camp there is a man in an overly bright shirt sitting at a desk piece of plywood set on a motorized wagon with various recording devices and an openly displayed gun. He's chewing dayglow pink bubblegum

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[number1idol]

I've been lucky enough with my laptops. They know I could take them.

[jackintomyport]

I've gone through a few. I turn 'em into spare parts when they act up. You'd think they'd get the idea by now.

[number1idol]

At least you haven't been propositioned by them yet.

[jackintomyport]

I'm trying to forget about that.

[number1idol]

It takes finely honed powers of repression. . . . You're a complaint desk?

[jackintomyport]

Complaints, messages, appointments, death threats, questions. More like a human answering machine, seems like.

[number1idol]

To think they would use an engineer for that kind of thing . . . not that it's entirely unusual in the business world . . .

[jackintomyport]

I think they did it just to annoy me. But all the pretty ladies here keep my spirits up. Tell me about it.

[number1idol]

. . . How old are you?

[jackintomyport]

Twenty four.

[number1idol]

You're aiming a little illegal, there.

[jackintomyport]

A little-- You're underage? Crap. Figures.

[number1idol]

Fair warning, I also have a psychotic girlfriend. . . . She's underage too. [nodding over at Chao]

[jackintomyport]

A psychotic girlfriend. The universe hates me. I already knew that but it delights in showing me over and over. *siiiigh*

... figures.

[number1idol]

You do know about the sex rule, right?

[jackintomyport]

Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't get a girlfriend.