Forty-Two Cardinals

[modern_truths]

What in God's name--

Where on earth am I? This is not Connecticut, and this city is most certainly not New York. If this some sort of joke, then it is a very poor one. Who is responsible for this?

And whatever is this device? A...a glowing box?

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[ohrosalita]

A talking, glowing box.

Hey, Ichabod.

[modern_truths]

Wha-

What sort of witchery is this?!

[ohrosalita]

...Right.

Good witchery, I promise. Think of me as like your conscience. A really smart conscience, here to tell you that it'd be smart to just sit in your apartment for five more hours and then see how you feel.

[modern_truths]

A preposterous notion. What, or rather who, are you? How do you know my name?

[offthepigs]

You're in hell, and it's all my fault. Nice to meet you, man, the name's Lucifer.

[modern_truths]

...Mm. Charming indeed, but I am not in the mood for such blasphemous "humor" at the moment. Who are you and what sort of city is this?

[offthepigs]

Ah, no sympathy for the Devil, I understand.

A city of sinners, open your ears and listen, shithole.

[modern_truths]

I've no place in my heart for sacrilegious fools.

That does not surprise me at all. Loathsome residents. New York then?

[belovedeath]

Ah, the man from the witch trials! How are you?

[modern_truths]

Witch trials, you say? I've sadly had the misfortune of being unable to participate in such an event; perhaps you are mistaken me for someone else.

[belovedeath]

No, I don't think so ....
Perhaps you don't remember. How long have you been in the city?

[modern_truths]

I've only just arrived.