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[sixthsinner]

Looks like all my cigarettes burned up in this fire we had. My extra pants, too. That's a real shame. Kind of embarrassing, too.

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[grinninggrifter]

Chapel! Holy man! Welcome back!

The cigarettes are gone. Booze, too.

[sixthsinner]

The booze-?

I'm getting back in the cocoon.

[grinninggrifter]

Too late. You're here, and you shall be put to work like the dregs of humanity. That means physical labour. I swear, I'm developing callouses.

Where are you staying?

[sixthsinner]

You don't develop calluses, Grift. You steal them from other people.

Temp housing yesterday, and Geranium's offered me crash space tonight, but it sounds like I might cramp their style before long. So it might be back to the street for me.

[gundrifter]

Chapel?

[sixthsinner]

That's me, unless you guys decided to give me a new name while I was out.

[gundrifter]

Do you Are you okay?

[sixthsinner]

Well, everything I owned was burned to ashes, so that's not good. But I hear a lot of other people lost even more, so it's not as bad when you look at it that way.

[esp_optimism]

Not your pants too!

[sixthsinner]

I didn't actually go searching through the rubble, but since the place I lived is gone, I think the pants went with it.

[esp_optimism]

Probably a good idea. I wonder if they went to Pants Heaven?

[sixthsinner]

They're with God now, my young friend.

[kleptomonkey]

Chapel! Welcome back! And hopefully someone will have pants in your size so you're not pantless.

[sixthsinner]

Hey, I've got one pair from the hatchery. I'm not completely indecent.

[kleptomonkey]

Still.

[sixthsinner]

Still, indeed.