[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[youwillbemist]

Is there still room for actors upon this stage?

[Placeholder, as I must sleep]

[inheritthewind]

....gay.

[youwillbemist]

I'm sure that attitude is doing wonders for your recruitment rate.

[inheritthewind]

*oh wow look at all of the fucks that I do not give*

You got the skills to back up the frills?

[youwillbemist]

I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

[inheritthewind]

So whatcha got?

[youwillbemist]

On my world, we would have called it black magic. Combat magic.

[inheritthewind]

What's the biggest thing you've ever taken out?

[youwillbemist]

The world I was born on.

[inheritthewind]

...so, yo, you ain't a world-eater thingy, too, are ya?

[youwillbemist]

I've been here for almost three years. What do you think?

[inheritthewind]

Hey, I'm just askin', man.

[youwillbemist]

[sigh]

I'm not a world-eater.

[inheritthewind]

Good.

So you're, like, a black mage. 'Kay, cool. Got any good combos you could do with other people?

[youwillbemist]

I prefer to work alone, actually.

[inheritthewind]

Fine, be that way. What's your name?