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[knights_king]

[There Arthur is, sitting at his computer and typing away. He pauses when he feels something is amiss, but doesn't quite respond to it, yet. He's in a wife-beater, sweating a bit. The poor guy can't afford an air conditioner. It's nice and cool out, but he's stuck near a sewer covering blasting steam up into his apartment window.]

Alright, so that's it for groceries...

[He hasn't quite gotten the hint, yet. The dizzying information wasn't overloading him as much as what he had going on inside his head on top of things.]

Anyway, gotta look for a cheap suit. Wait, should I... rent one? I'll look that up. What would I type in, anyway? 'Suit Rental'?

[Arthur, much like any other person new to a system, types 'Suit Rental Main St Locke City' and it shows up on the network. He stares at the screen, wondering why the on Earth it wasn't searching.]

Hm. Never mind, I guess. As if there'd be anythin' open Sunday.

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[beforeweproceed]

[He's looking into the image on his phone screen for one half a minute.

Then another.

Is this new (if he's calling it right) asking the network, or...?

Nope. That last bit of talking to himself seems to be - just that. Talking to himself. Bill raises the phone to speak.]

Hey, uh --

You know, you're broadcasting, son.

'Case you hadn't noticed.

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[knights_king]

[Staring at his screen, Arthur clicked on a number of his browser's frames to see which window was doing that--he found the network, staring at his own entry, which was just a little 'video' indicator, showing himself.

Okay, that was definitely embarrassing. He hunched over a little bit, frowning wide.]

I am...? Sorry, I didn't know the webcam was on. Hell, I don't even use it... What kinda chat am I on?

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[beforeweproceed]

[Steady, lifted, and would-be-casual.]

I wouldn't call it a chat -- 's more bizarre than that. Look - you're in Locke City, right?

[He's assuming it's not a stretch what with the fact that the lad was apparently searching Locke City suit rentals.]

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[knights_king]

[Wrong, Walter! He's in L--ocke... City...]

Well, yeah. I'm in the city. Why, you know a good place to go to?

[Seriously, he needed a cheap rental.]

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[beforeweproceed]

What? No, I meant --

[What he meant was something different, but on second thought...]

...Well, yeah! [A "well, yeah" yourself, lad!] Come to think of it. There's a place called Bridges' -- if it's still around should be on Stoker Avenue.

But that's still not what I meant. What I meant was, you know all the - "stuff" that's been going on in town for what, half a year now? [Longer than that, but, well, he's only connected since January, himself. Lifts a dry, not-necessarily-happy huffing laugh into his voice.] Seems it's all here!

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[fusionjack]

[Oh, another confused person who can't tell the network from a search engine prompt. Feeling helpful, he unmutes his smartphone.]

You missed the search engine window.

This network has plenty of information on it, but I don't think anyone knows where to find a suit.

[Well, maybe he's not feeling that helpful.]

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[knights_king]

Wh-- [Arthur scoffed, looking incredulous.]

Look, everybody knows where to find suits. I just wanna know what's cheapest.

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[fusionjack]

Then that's something you should put into Google, not... whatever you've just gone and put this into.

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[knights_king]

Hey, I thought I was typin' in the field. I switched windows and everythin'.

[He knows his tab buttons! Arthur was just a bit distracted by the headache of suddenly having psychic access to a hundred superhero blogs at once. All those musical numbers--]

OK, so just--I'm sorry I landed on your... What is this, a Skype hub?

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[occasus]

Why do you need a suit

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[knights_king]

I... gotta go to a couple funerals.

[Broken out of his wonder and surprise, Arthur was dropped right back into reality.]

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[occasus]

oh

shit that sucks man
sorry to hear it.

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[knights_king]

Me too.

I just hope it doesn't turn into a regular thing, y'know? When's this movie gonna end?

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[twelfthspark]

What is it with people thinking this thing is Google?

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[knights_king]

...Google? I use Bing.

[PROBLEM #2.]

[twelfthspark]

Close enough. :| But seriously?

[knights_king]

[The problem was, he couldn't resist.]

I don't understand. I thought I was in the search bar, anyway. I definitely tabbed out...

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[moreweaponsthanyou]

I'd give you a recommendation but the shop as destroyed in the giant snake business a while back and they're still working on it.

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[knights_king]

You're kiddin'. That's all city work, too. I dunno when I'm gonna be onsite there, anyway.

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[moreweaponsthanyou]

Try the yellow pages. That way you can call them up and ask before actually heading out of doors.

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[knights_king]

[Arthur stared at the screen awhile.]

...Where'm I gonna get a phone book this time of night?

slides in here super late [voice]

[epimethean]

What do you need a suit for?

mouth breathes early [voice]

[knights_king]

[He tried to word it softly--]

I got a few funerals to head to.

[epimethean]

Oh, that's, uh. I'm sorry, mate. Should've just kept my mouth shut, not any of my--it's not any of my business, sorry.

[knights_king]

S'not your fault, man. It's the big-ass snake's fault.