Escape 011
[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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Figures. A guy goes to all the trouble of screening applicants, comparing living situations, weighing the relative pros and cons of each domicile, and all the other tedious and rigorous requirements imposed by adoption proceedings, the whole works. And then just when you think that matters are settled once and for all, his primary caregiver skips town. On the upside, I now have the apartment all to myself, which is okay, except for the part about not having anybody else around to do the dishes. Also, I appear to have inherited a turtle.
Has the future experienced some kind of revival of the Italian Renaissance among reptiles? This is the second time I've met one named after one of the masters, and it's only been a month.
So it's June, and our jailers expect us to write essays. Apparently they've never heard of summer vacation around here. Kinda surprising to see so many people actually doing the work, though. I wonder how long it'll take before some enterprising guy with plenty of time on his hands starts offering to write peoples' essays for them. For a modest fee, of course.
And before anyone asks, allow me to dispel any illusions to the contrary: I don't write essays. For hire or otherwise.
Gee, I wonder if all the slaves from last weekend have been emancipated from their bonds of servitude by now.
[OOC: Sadly, Boots has left the City, which means Rudy is now all alone in his apartment (for the time being). Peace and quiet at last? Well, until the ticking starts driving him insane again, anyway.]
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Figures. A guy goes to all the trouble of screening applicants, comparing living situations, weighing the relative pros and cons of each domicile, and all the other tedious and rigorous requirements imposed by adoption proceedings, the whole works. And then just when you think that matters are settled once and for all, his primary caregiver skips town. On the upside, I now have the apartment all to myself, which is okay, except for the part about not having anybody else around to do the dishes. Also, I appear to have inherited a turtle.
Has the future experienced some kind of revival of the Italian Renaissance among reptiles? This is the second time I've met one named after one of the masters, and it's only been a month.
So it's June, and our jailers expect us to write essays. Apparently they've never heard of summer vacation around here. Kinda surprising to see so many people actually doing the work, though. I wonder how long it'll take before some enterprising guy with plenty of time on his hands starts offering to write peoples' essays for them. For a modest fee, of course.
And before anyone asks, allow me to dispel any illusions to the contrary: I don't write essays. For hire or otherwise.
Gee, I wonder if all the slaves from last weekend have been emancipated from their bonds of servitude by now.
[OOC: Sadly, Boots has left the City, which means Rudy is now all alone in his apartment (for the time being). Peace and quiet at last? Well, until the ticking starts driving him insane again, anyway.]