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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
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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.

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Bull.

Implanting people like that is too low for you. You'd never get your hands dirty like that.

You're so certain of what I would and wouldn't do. Who's to say I wouldn't make an exception for you?

Do you really find me that annoying?

I find it good to know where you are at all times, so that I can plan to meet you or avoid you at my leisure.

Oh yeah? Then where am I right now?

[ He's at the school football field, currently taking a break from practice. ]

[Thank god she really doesn't have a tracker in him. But let's see, he's a sporty type, isn't he? So . . .]

School. Practicing, are we?

[ wHAT THE FUCK ]

Practicing what?

[ Surely she doesn't know he's on the football team. He never mentioned that to her, did he? ]

It's a tracker, not a video camera.

Must be a real crappy tracker if it can't even tell which area of the gym/fields I'm in.

Sorry, do you imagine I've memorized the layout of the high school?

So you care enough to plant a tracker in me but not figure out the school layout?

Seems real lazy to me.

I'm a scientist, not a spy. It's enough to know your general location.

And speaking of which: come by my lab when you're done. I've a job for you.

What is it?

$25 to run an errand for me.

...Okay fine. I'll be over there in like half an hour.

[Okay, see, on the one hand, she really will pay him the twenty-five bucks. On the other hand, this is all just a ruse in order to cuff him lightly (or slap him, whichever term you prefer), so this maybe isn't the nicest thing she's ever done.

Oh, well.

Rosalind is waiting in her lab, leaning her hips against one of her lab tables, her arms crossed lightly beneath her chest.]

[ True to his word, half an hour later, James shows up at the lab. He crosses his arms as well--two can play at that game. ]

Hey. So, what's the errand?

[Oh my god James it's not a dang contest

Indeed: she drops her arms as she comes forward, watching him carefully.]

It's for the bingo thread. I've need of an assistant. All you have to do is stand there, really. Still interested?

[ 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?

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.

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?!

Edited 2017-07-24 07:38 (UTC)

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.

Hey! When have I ever been rude?

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?]

[ 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.

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