A lady takes her leave
I am so tired of all the dithering around here. Why do we even bother to humor the toys about their little court system? It's a waste of our time and you all should be terribly embarrassed to be kowtowing to them.
Consider this my resignation, darlings.
[Over the City, an explosion rips through the side of the Deus Ex Machina II, tearing through the reinforced skin of the zeppelin like a blade through paper. It's followed by a second explosion. For a moment, the zeppelin lists to the side before loudspeakers on its gondola turn on and broadcast maniacal laughter into the air. The third and largest explosion hits and sends pieces of the zeppelin (and its occupants) raining across the City, cutting off the laughter for good.]
There you go, dears. Now that little man won't trouble you any longer. You may clear the court docket and get back to pretending that we care about justice.
No justice. Just us.
Don't expect wedding invitations, darlings, it isn't as though Paulie and I are doing this for sentiment. I can't believe Jonathan has the nerve to sue me for alimony.
[ooc: And with this, Virginia and I will be leaving the City. Virginia is heading off to marry Paulie for legal purposes. The Major, warconductor is now permanently (by City standards) dead, and the Deus Ex Machina II has been utterly destroyed, leaving it unusable in any form from here forward. And I wish to thank you all for a helluva lot of fun over the past 2 1/2 years.]
Consider this my resignation, darlings.
[Over the City, an explosion rips through the side of the Deus Ex Machina II, tearing through the reinforced skin of the zeppelin like a blade through paper. It's followed by a second explosion. For a moment, the zeppelin lists to the side before loudspeakers on its gondola turn on and broadcast maniacal laughter into the air. The third and largest explosion hits and sends pieces of the zeppelin (and its occupants) raining across the City, cutting off the laughter for good.]
There you go, dears. Now that little man won't trouble you any longer. You may clear the court docket and get back to pretending that we care about justice.
No justice. Just us.
Don't expect wedding invitations, darlings, it isn't as though Paulie and I are doing this for sentiment. I can't believe Jonathan has the nerve to sue me for alimony.
[ooc: And with this, Virginia and I will be leaving the City. Virginia is heading off to marry Paulie for legal purposes. The Major, warconductor is now permanently (by City standards) dead, and the Deus Ex Machina II has been utterly destroyed, leaving it unusable in any form from here forward. And I wish to thank you all for a helluva lot of fun over the past 2 1/2 years.]