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Welcome to Retrospec™, the last social media network you will ever need. You are one of the few selected to test this exciting new platform based on our cutting-edge algorithms. Less than two hundred invitations have gone out, and membership is not currently open to the public. However, we hope you will come to see how useful Retrospec™ is, given time. We have for your use a variety of features such as text, voice, video, and image posts. We encourage you to explore our many options. Anyway, now that the copypaste part is out of the way! Jim here, requesting you guys make your secret meetings a little more exciting. It's not like you're not trying with the whole "let's meet off the network!" dealio, but I have some serious concerns. For one thing, no secret handshakes or phrases? Not even dramatic meeting locations? The trying rating is about half a star if that. And I'm almost bored to tears with the whole back and forth about what's going on. Not bored enough to give you a cheat sheet, but still. I can't get myself taken off surveillance duty, so at least try to make it a little more exciting! You guys might like this wikihow. Later! Jim Halloway Research & Development Retrspec Incorporated 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. Characters who have been in game for more than one month will find they can change their profile pictures; newcomers are locked into their first choice. At various points throughout the day users will be sent images of themselves from behind, regardless of where they are. There doesn't seem to be any way to catch whoever might be taking and sending these, however, especially since being alone in a room doesn't seem to be a deterrent.

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[sotenbori]

[Janet gasps and tries to slap Jim. What the fuck, Jim? You can't just talk about someone's dead dad like that.]

Janet: How could you, Jim? You know he will always matter to me, and if you can't understand that -- If you can't see why maps matter to me so much -- then maybe you don't really know me at all.

[daemonized]

[Jim is a man who can't read a map properly. You can't expect for him to be thoughtful all the time.

The slap connects, stinging his cheek. He looks surprised, but this is quickly replaced with an angry frown.]

JIM: No. /You/ need to stop clinging to the past, Janet. A man isn't defined by his propensity to read a map. My surveillance skills more than make up for this one failing.

[He hesitates again.]

JIM: Did our many years together mean nothing to you? Was it all a farce? Think of our night in Paris together. [ardyn stahp] You didn't mention cartography once that evening. Can't we return to those simpler times?

[sotenbori]

[Janet does think of their night in Paris together The thrill of having gone abroad with this man, who she loved so much. They'd bought champagne and drank it in bed and then, I mean, they didn't just lie there and giggle all night. They probably fucked. It was probably good. I assume? Good enough that Jim thought he could propose to Janet. Good for you, Jim.

She's so taken by that charming & steamy memory, it takes her a moment to respond. Maybe he's right, she tells herself. Maybe she could put all of that aside. She loved Jim. But she also loved her father.]

Janet: Maybe if you took the time to learn...it isn't that hard, learning how to read a map.

[Janet feels bad about the slap. She reaches over to gently caress the side of Jim's face. Even though she's got dainty lady-hands and it probably didn't even hurt. She doesn't know that. Jim looked hurt. Maybe he's just weak shit.]

Janet: And then we could be together after that. Take some time off of harassing those stupid people and study some maps. For me, Jim? Please?

[daemonized]

[They probably did, but it isn't always about sex. Maybe Jim felt a real connection with Janet that night, having absolutely nothing to do with coitus. It's quite difficult to know; Jim is often overconfident when he shouldn't be.

Still, it's a connection he feels with Janice now, despite their harsh exchange mere seconds ago.]

JIM: I can try. For your sake.

[His own hand reaches up to gently clasp hers. Janice may as well have hit his very soul when she lashed out at him, but the wound seems to be mending now.]

JIM: But... maybe just a little surveillance? Retrospec expects so much of me these days.

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[sotenbori]

Janet: Yes, I understand. I'm sorry you have to deal with so much from them. You'll get a promotion soon, I'm sure. Thank you, for agreeing to learn how to read maps. We'll get married after that.

[sotenbori]

Hey, I think we did a pretty good job for our first time. We aren't so bad at this.

[daemonized]

Not terrible at all. I daresay it's a delight for others to read, as well.

[no???]

And now we know that Janet did indeed say yes. How romantic. Though one wonders what trials and tribulations they might still yet face.

[sotenbori]

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[twelfthspark]

define "delight"

[the lack of interruptions from the peanut gallery up until now is both a travesty, and a testament to just how hard it was to look away from that... whatever that was.]

[daemonized]

Thrilling entertainment. The sort of drama that keeps you at the edge of your seat, clamoring for more.

I hope this is not a prelude to criticism, Arlene.

[twelfthspark]

And what if it is, professor? 😜

[daemonized]

Then my heart will be broken, of course. You know how sensitive of a soul I am.

[twelfthspark]

Do I? I always heard lawyers had to trade in their heart when they finished law school.

[daemonized]

Oh, some do. But some prefer to keep their hearts, or whatever is left of them, after all is said and done.

I was one of those rare souls, you see.

[twelfthspark]

So sentimental~ It didn't get in the way of your job? Or maybe that's why you're slumming it with the college kids now.

[daemonized]

I made it a point to not lose my sentimentality. Otherwise, I may just turn into the stereotypical, cold-hearted lawyer that cares for little more than just winning the most prominent cases brought to them.

All in moderation, of course. Too much empathy and the job becomes impossible. Human nature rears its ugly head prominently in law.

[twelfthspark]

Soooooo yeah, in other words that's why you're slumming it with the college kids now.

[Arlene please stop putting words in other people's mouths]

But *did* you win?

[daemonized]

[Ha, well. He'll certainly not bother to take the time to correct her.]

Do you even have to ask, honestly?

[twelfthspark]

Hey, wouldn't want to assume.

[Never mind that she was just doing that...]

Guess that means it didn't get in the way *that* much. Hmm, wonder what the other lawyers get out of ditching it then.

[daemonized]

A gaping hole in one's chest cavity? One wonders.

[sotenbori]

Hey, if you can't appreciate fucking art.

[twelfthspark]

I'd put it somewhere between "campus improv club" and "that guy who literally got a blank canvas into a museum" on the art scale. Figure out for yourself if that's appreciation~

[sotenbori]

Hey, blank canvas in a museum guy is a genius. Like dude who sold trash as art for a shitton of money.

parks here because I'm lazy and don't have a toplevel to move to

[twelfthspark]

Sure, it's slick salesmanship and I can respect that but is it *art*?

i gotchu

[sotenbori]

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