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[itmeans_arm]

*nice as it is to just hang around Denmark, Forti figures it's time to start doing something. and since Hamlet seems too crazy to be of any use... well. Forti rummages in his jacket pockets until he finds a crumpled napkin, then takes out his "princely business" cell phone (usually kept turned off, and he only listens to messages if he's expecting one) and dials one of the neatly-scrawled numbers. he could barge into Elsinore and start making demands, of course, but there is something to be said for diplomacy...*

Hi. Osric, right?

*...also, fanboys are a virtue, cultivate them if you can*