malnosso | [[LOCKED TO LUCETI RESIDENTS]]

Entry tags:

!event,
the traitor

[[LOCKED TO LUCETI RESIDENTS]]

Don't touch the crates.

If you hit sand, keep moving east. It's three days to the ruins.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

What? Afraid of me giving kittens cigarette burns? Heh.

So... me coming back. Your idea or the brass's?

Yours, actually.

Ha. Ha. Ha. [Meaning this asshole isn't going to explain that one]

New question- Me and the me here before. Same or different?

Do you think you've changed?

You know what I meant.

And no.

Then I don't think I should tell you.

That answers that, doesn't it?

In a sense.

Harr Harr Harr

What about the gun control?

Forgot my bag of goodies back home.

You're a terrible Santa Claus. I hope they replace you before December rolls in.

I'd step down if there was a replacement handy.

What a sad state of affairs.

It happens.

Hah.

You have more time than you're claiming.

You should see my planner.

You including coffee and a smoke?

I'll try to pencil it in between "aide a rebellion" and "entertain a bored Vak'nasul."

Works for me.

Could you be a dear and throw in an anonymous transmission for the CMI?

And we've only just met.

The message?

"Red's on a holiday on Tarrus"

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks. ♥

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