01/02. a questionable sense of humor.

[icingkills]

Before any of these disastrous curses that I've been hearing so much about hit, I really ought to find a job.

[The text that follows is one part job application, one part test of the deities' reactions, and one part terrible joke. Enjoy.]I worked for the British Foreign Ministry in my world--that means I'm a diplomat. I'm not terribly sure how to

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[spiritofsorrow]

Did you? Curious. What year are you from, if I might ask?

[icingkills]

I did. [Have a random year early in the twenty-first century, his canon isn't specific about dates.]

[spiritofsorrow]

I see. Ah, well, not from my era. I am from 1962, in the Soviet Union.

[icingkills]

No, that was quite some time ago. We're not enemies anymore, no more than everyone is.

[spiritofsorrow]

That is good. My country may have done many things worth questioning, and its leaders even more, but...its people are good at heart.