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[silno_pyanstvo]

[The phone is off the hook, and Roshia is thinking out loud in Russian. At least the town has auto-translators.]

This is the second time they've mentioned Westport. The first time....

[Pause. The first time had been during the massacre, a mention of the other town experiencing the same situation.A sister experiment? Parallel runs of similar

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/pester pester pester

[legberjack]

['Sup not!wife, terrible husband is looking on behind you. What's this? Productivity? Pft. He swoops in from behind, grabbing Roshia's notes. Because he has permission.

Either way, he's sort of pulling a Gaston, because what the hell these don't even have pictures and he sure as hell can't read Russian.]

The shit are you bothering with this? Don't you got better things to do? Like work on the grocery lists or whatever you ladies do these days.

IYAAAN 1950s HOUSEWAIFU but not really since she has a job now

[legberjack]

And I still do a better job than you, ain't that a bitch?

[--Still, it's been a long, long time since there was talk of research and plans. S-sob Big Sis, this is like the worst weakness to have.

He leans over her, and grabs the plane, and undoes his messy folds. Huh, maybe that's why it really didn't go far.]

Unless you got better ideas than "there may or may not be another place," because escaping to another of these shitty towns ain't no real improvement, you know?!

BEST ECONOMICS TEACHER EVER AMIRITE.

[silno_pyanstvo]

Gathering information comes before making plans.

She comes from the school of hard knocks.

[legberjack]

Yeah, a whole three lines. Real great job there!

She will teach those drones about communism.

[silno_pyanstvo]

[Flips the page. Looks at all the Russian words. She's been keeping track of things since she got here.]