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[streetbird]

*clears throat and toes the ground with a disreputable shoe* Right, so, um. My name's Sparrow. I run a newspaper. It used to be Keller's, but he died, damn him

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[king_connie]

*restraining urge to POUNCE!* Sparrow! How have you been? I've read the paper, it's absolutely scathing, and I'd say it's most unfair, but to be honest I and the rest of us monarchical scoundrels deserve every word. How is Weasel, other than annoying?

*isn't glomping, but really, really, really wants to*

[streetbird]

*cracks a grin -- Connie does have that effect -- and crosses her arms* Yes, you do. Not as bad as some of ours though, republic or no.

I'm all right. Weasel's all right. *distastefully* He's growing.

[_inkypaws]

*slips in from own community to wave*

[sweariwontdie]

*a note arrives*

Mlle. Sparrow,

Welcome to our community. I hope you find it un-necessary to write scathing prose about us.

At your service,
Armand St. Just

[streetbird]

*won't, if nobody does anything laughable*

[derothling]

*waves* Hello, Sparrow.

Typist: I really, really need to get my hands on Beggar Queen, don't I? *sulk* Stupid library.

[streetbird]

Hullo. Got into any trouble lately?

[derothling]

*grins* Not lately, though I was arrested a while back. *half-hopefully* Seen Mickle anywhere?

[russet_goddess]

*sideways look of not quite hostility* Hello.

Typist: ...Anything else to say, dear? Anything? Can we be even a bit sociable?

Zara: NO.