002 [] -a badly timed alarm clock; I think it's ringing armaggedon, so we'd better hit the snooze.

[trickiernthou]

[Looks like someone discovered the human condition known as sleep. The Trickster is laid out on his side for all intents and purposes dead to the world. Anyone in Marshall 301/2 might have noticed he's been this lethargic lump on the bed for the past 48 hours or so. Also that he was gone for half of Sunday and when he returned is when he shut

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[trickiernthou]

Shuddup.

[And then for good measure.]

You're now second first on my list.

[trickiernthou]

You should be. 'Cause when I get back in action...

[trickiernthou]

I was playing with the device yesterday!

[He pauses to consider.] Awwww, it just wanted my handsome mug in its camera-eye. How cute.

Fine, fine. I'll post more often. Will that appease you, you little beast? [CLEARLY he is talking to the device now, not Ezio. Clearly. Yeah...]

[trickiernthou]

It's adorable. I promise to return its affections every day if it promises not to shock me ever again.

[He smirks and its obvious his attention is back on Ezio.] What about you big boy? Having fun yet?

[trickiernthou]

I'll be sure to make it up to you tall, dark, and handsome... at a later time. [He waves a hand flippantly in the air.] Then will have some real fun. Or at least I will...

[trickiernthou]

Oh, I'll get this chip out, rest assured. And when I do... this city will be my new playground for however long I want it.

[trickiernthou]

None of them were gods I'll bet.

[trickiernthou]

No one's keeping you on the line, buck-o.