üks // 01

[webfreedomftw]

A: 946 Beulah Street

[Hey, parents. One of your kids isn't what he used to be. This is probably best seen by the way he's creeping around the house with the lamp he unplugged from the nightstand in the room he woke up in, assuming this a dream or a prank, but ready with a blunt object and a fairly good swing should the place turn hostile.]

B:

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[vaimoksein]

[The ferocity with which he prays he isn't the person in question....]

Estonia?

[vaimoksein]

I don't know if 'permitted' is the right term, but yes. Sometimes it seems like over half of Europe is here!

[webfreedomftw]

That sounds troublesome. Have there been any... disputes in your time here?

[vaimoksein]

[A long pause.]

You could say that.

[webfreedomftw]

Who?

[vaimoksein]

I don't know if it's as much of a question of "who" as it is the town in general.

[webfreedomftw]

Are there particular belligerents I should look out for or are tensions just that thick here? The... drones, do you call them? They seem harmless enough.

[vaimoksein]

Just don't mess with the mayor, the postman or the post office in general, the milkman, a guy named Grady, or a little girl named Lucy Smith. Aside from that you should be fine unless you see any immediate danger. I think you're smart enough to run if you see hazmat men or something like that.

[webfreedomftw]

... You know, I've changed my mind. This is America bad-movie-plot weird. The milkman, really?

[vaimoksein]

You have no idea how much I wish I were kidding.

[Shuffling through his cabinets for salmiakkikossu.]

[webfreedomftw]

Where do you live? I'll come over this evening.

[vaimoksein]

336 Brady Lane! I have lily of the valley flowers planted all around the front of the house and there's a sauna in the back! You can't miss it!

[webfreedomftw]

I don't think anyone could. [He sounds reluctantly amused. Dear Finland, never change. He doubts you will, but all the same.]

I'll be there later.