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[itweresport]

I will not come again to the library. I wish to find some other method to occupy my time. I have grown tired of books and electronics; I wish to speak with other people and enjoy their company

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[christ_onabike]

Yup, that's me, love, and I'll fucking show you how shit works, no worries.

Lunch shift, yeah? As long as your warden's cool with it, lunch shift for now.

[itweresport]

Save for a letter from my warden some days ago, I have not seen or heard word from him. I know not if he is even aboard.

He may make his decision when he does set his mind to the task which he were given. For now, I will come to lunch shift.

[christ_onabike]

Right, well, I'll see you then.

Abigail, ain't it? You're from the 17th century, right? Uh. You... uh, said you could make bread? Know what you're doing with a knife?

[itweresport]

...Aye, I know how to use a knife.

[inhumandog]

The kitchen is a good choice.

Private to Abigail

[bargemods]

Stepping into the twenty-first century at last, Miss Williams? Very well.

[And she will find two pairs of jeans and a number of nice t-shirts have magically appeared in her room.]

Private

[itweresport]

Thank you, Sir.

...May I also have

...

...brassieres?

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[bargemods]

Oh dear, did I forget those? You know how these things can slip one's mind.

[He sounds ever so slightly amused. And now Abigail has some underthings as well.]

You're welcome.

[you_run_i_chase]

Working in the kitchen is a fucking good job, Polly.

[nuclear_ted]

Actually talk with other people? Huh. That's weird. Most everything seems done through the journal things.