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[silno_pyanstvo]

[The phone is off the hook, and Roshia is thinking out loud in Russian. At least the town has auto-translators.]

This is the second time they've mentioned Westport. The first time....

[Pause. The first time had been during the massacre, a mention of the other town experiencing the same situation.A sister experiment? Parallel runs of similar

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/pester pester pester

[legberjack]

['Sup not!wife, terrible husband is looking on behind you. What's this? Productivity? Pft. He swoops in from behind, grabbing Roshia's notes. Because he has permission.

Either way, he's sort of pulling a Gaston, because what the hell these don't even have pictures and he sure as hell can't read Russian.]

The shit are you bothering with this? Don't you got better things to do? Like work on the grocery lists or whatever you ladies do these days.

you are going to drive me insane

[silno_pyanstvo]

[One of these days he is going to get droned and stay droned.

Look, she can stay calm. She can stay calm.]

Grocery shopping is already finished.

♥ you know it ♥

[legberjack]

[Partially ignoring the comment, he turns the note upside down. Nope, no improvement.]

What, don't tell me the woman actually wants to run off to this Westbrook or whatever place? You'll need to cut calories and shit if you're goin' to a place that probably don't even exist, you know!

♥♥♥

[silno_pyanstvo]

[What a surprise.]

Is collecting data, not letting self be taken in by another annoying happening.

i sort of imagine two kids pushing each other over in the sandbox for all eternity

[legberjack]

Tch. That so.

[He begins to half-halfheartedly fold the paper. Not that he has any use for it.]

Like you'd even have anyone left to be tempted with, yeah? I don't think that shit's possible!

... yeah...

[silno_pyanstvo]

Very few nations from Roshia's world are in Mayfield.

[WHY YOU DO THIS HUSBAND. SHE SPENT LIKE FORTY-FIVE SECONDS WRITING THAT ALL OUT.]

[legberjack]

[YOU WANT IT BACK?

OK, FINE.

He tosses the note at her, in paper airplane form, aiming for her forehead.]

Yeah, and they like you so much, am I right? I've already talked with that shitty France chick once, at least. You're about as popular as I am, ain't you, woman? [He chuckles, cruelly.]

At least I'm smart enough to not put stock in anything this shitty town says, you know!

and translation of random Russian = traitor (more literally: corpse)

[silno_pyanstvo]

[... FRANSU YOU ПАДЛО.]

Is not "putting stock in". Is gathering information.

ohohoho never tell the chainsaw anything ever

[legberjack]

Drop the act, woman! You believe it enough to take notes on the goddamned thing, you know!! What's next, letters to Santa? You're a little old for fairy tales, don't you think??

CHAINSAW YOU ARE NOT GOOD HUSBAND. I GO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE NOW.

[silno_pyanstvo]

Is taking notes on experiments conducted.

YOU'LL BE BACK IN THREE DAYS, BB

[legberjack]

Shame all I see here are planes then, ain't it?

AND DRONED T____T

[silno_pyanstvo]

Pity chainsaw cannot read.

THE BEST KIND OF WIFE ♥

[legberjack]

It ain't like that at all! Like anyone cares to read your shitty, weird-ass language, anyway!!

HEY NOW

[silno_pyanstvo]

Is perfectly good language.

Better than Czech.

LUCILLE BALL DRESSES SO MOE~~~

[legberjack]

At least I can pronounce my goddamn words properly.

S-SHUT UP IT'S NOT LIKE SHE LIKES THEM OR ANYTHING

[silno_pyanstvo]

Only when chainsaw is not slurring from drink.