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[my_pleasure]

[ there is a room! Not a strange room by Dressing Room standards, for the most part. It looks like it was once well-furnished and well-decorated, but the green-and-yellow wallpaper is peeling and faded, revealing cracks in the wall, the wood floor is scuffed, and there are only two pieces of furniture: a worn-out leather couch with tears in places

Comments

[cardio_swindle]

[Cheerfully casting his vote and then turning to join the other man.]

If you're attempting to move it with your mind, could use a little more work.

[dr_manager]

[ the machine spits out a piece of paper, from a slot on the front: ]

Thank you for casting your vote!

-Sincerely, The Management

[my_pleasure]

I wouldn't touch that thing so frivolously, if I were you.

[cardio_swindle]

[Picking up the paper and reading it.] My my, good advice. So the management is out again.

Maybe they'll entertain appointments this time.

[failingfelicity]

[Regarding him casually.] Are you going to vote?

[my_pleasure]

No. Not yet.

[ . . . ] Chickadee?

1/2

[failingfelicity]

[failedfelicity]

[ker-glomp!]

Tyki!

[beautifulalias]

[Her stupid moment of the day has been fulfilled. Looks at him with a curious expression.]

[my_pleasure]

Why does everyone do that?

[dr_manager]

[ the machine spits out a piece of paper, from a slot on the front: ]

Thank you for casting your vote!

-Sincerely, The Management

[demoneyewisdom]

[Wisely joins him in staring at it. Why? Boredom.]

[my_pleasure]

I think it likes you.

[demoneyewisdom]

It's a box, Joyd. [The forehead eye stares at you. Watching.]

[my_pleasure]

Call me by my name, Wisely.

[inspierrotional]

The. . . cat. . .?

Why is this a poll to begin with?

[my_pleasure]

No good can come of it, I can tell you that much.

[inspierrotional]

What makes you say that?

[my_pleasure]

Experience, although even this seems a little different.