[broadcast mind]

[samianscar]

[wot, don't see a lot of text Broadcast Minds, do you? swirling up from the bottom of the forge screen in wispy dribs and drabs, words coalescing and reconfiguring, fitting together in shifts, until perhaps some of these stanzas briefly stabilise together.]A is for Liam who caught the wrong eyes

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[stakesthings]

Oh my God. Spike? Are you... what are you doing?

[samianscar]

Well, I thought I was getting some hard-earned shut-eye in my nice comfy private flat, after few days' good old sleuthing and noble patrolling. But instead I was apparently getting force-published by a possessed prognosticating palm-pilot.

[stakesthings]

Apparently par for the course in these parts. Can't say I likey.

[...]

Always arise, huh?

[samianscar]

[totally switches to text to leave his exact delivery (tone of voice and intent) entirely up to her]

you are talented in that department

[stakesthings]

I'm also talented at reading your obvious tonal dodging.

But yeah, knock me down, I get back up. I'm like the world's tallest bobo doll.

[samianscar]

An image I'm not likely to shake for the rest of this lifetime.