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[canofthebuttwhoop]

Newbie checking in. Call me Vic.

A friend already briefed me on what the heck is going on here, but she seems to think that "I have too much to live for" and that I "need to get out of town right now."

We'll, I've never taken to getting bossed around well, so I'm staying right here. My first "echo" was pretty cool, though. So who wants a sonic blaster?

Comments

[handwritten: datebook]

[moonlitblade]

A sonic blaster? That sounds really cool!

Anyway, nice to meet you, Vic. I'm Ethan.

Re: [handwritten: datebook]

[canofthebuttwhoop]

[Huh, handwriting on the screen. She wasn't kidding about the network being weird.]

Sup Ethan. I just remembered how to build one, and I think I have access to all the part's I'd need. So why the heck not?

[moonlitblade]

Why, indeed. It sounds like a big project, but it'd probably be fun, too. And the product couldn't be more exciting.

I kind of wish I'd gotten something interesting - all I've gotten so far is a memory of someone about to kill the person I got it from, and a bag of thread.

[canofthebuttwhoop]

[Pause]

A bag of thread?

[moonlitblade]

Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to me, either. I'm sure something else will give it context later, but for now I've got a paper bag full of rolls of thread and sewing needles.

I'm trying not to think about it too much. Can you tell?

[canofthebuttwhoop]

Maybe you were a tailor...

yeah I got nothing.

[moonlitblade]

I don't know, either. And the other memory I've got doesn't fit that, either. Something about a trial, and cards, and a judge. Sounds important. The fact that the guy was an angel didn't help, either.

I think yours beats mine.