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[recollecters]

hey, for the record we aren't keeping records on you through your electronics. they're useful tools sometimes but they're not required. mr. halloway wanted you (the people meeting at the utsuki dojos at 8pm on sundays) to know it's a nice effort but he still doesn't see any secret codes or handshakes so the meetings aren't spy-level enough to keep him happy yet. also he made me take notes on all of them. i don't really care about how spy-level they are, though. also the technicians managed to fix some things. Maurice Fitzwilliam Intern Retrspec Incorporated As of this post, the following changes have been made to the world: • Normal limes are available alongside the dancing variety. • Horse-related items such as horseshoes, bridles, and feeding bags. These items will still be regarded as unusual or fake by NPCs but will be available in various locations. • Visual media regains the color blue. This applies to all forms of film whether watching on-screen, online, or reviewing videos PCs recorded prior to the loss of color. Please note this is only videos, not pictures. Please feel free to use this post as a network mingle. Every toplevel can be considered a new post, and threadjacking is permitted. No NPC response will be given. Usernames are the character's full real AU names, not aliases or chosen nicknames or usernames, and seemed to have filled themselves in; nothing characters do can change or obscure their names currently.

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[frostythehitman]

[ He shrugs and steps forward. He has not yet been betrayed by a thousand slaps, so he is not yet suspicious. ]

What're you gonna do while I stand around?

[originallutece]

Just this.

[And then she slaps him.

It isn't, to her credit, a very hard slap. It's more of a gentle smack than anything, a light cuff to his cheek that's over as soon as it's begun. But it happens, and really, James doesn't deserve this, he's a good kid, but oh, well, here they are on the other side of it, and Rosalind is smiling faintly, perfectly pleased with how easy that was.]

Thank you. Hold on a moment and I'll get you your money.

[frostythehitman]

Wha--!

[ James nurses his cheek and stares at Rosalind in shock. It doesn't hurt much--hell, it barely stings--but it's more the shock that it happened at all.

At least he's getting paid for it. That helps, right? Not like he isn't still outraged. ]

What was that for?!

[originallutece]

For being so rude.

[She tugs her wallet out of her purse and adds over her shoulder:]

And for bingo purposes. It was a multi-purpose slap.

[frostythehitman]

Hey! When have I ever been rude?

[originallutece]

Every single time we've met. Here--

[Hey, it's thirty dollars, how about that. Consider that a five dollar tip. Go buy . . . whatever it is the youth enjoy. Milkshakes?]

[frostythehitman]

[ He gives her a nasty look with narrowed eyes, silently contesting her, but then he spots the money (oh what he could do with thirty dollars) and simply snatches it. ]

Fine. But this doesn't make the slapping okay.

[originallutece]

Yes, yes. Are you all right?

[That's a little sarcastic, but not entirely.]

[frostythehitman]

It's not like it actually hurt.

It's just a dick move.