[ 100th consult | voice ]

[dr_conscience]

I think saying that we've had an interesting month might sell it a bit short, but I don't think I've found a better way to put it yet. There's something about the City's mechanics being so disrupted that never sits quite right. It's rarely bode well in the past.

Which isn't even entering into the rest of it. At this point, honestly? It seems the best we can do is stay attentive and be careful.

[On a lighter note, and in a lighter tone to match -]

Oh -- there's also been an isolated trend of items going missing lately. It seems like it's very localized, certainly nothing for the City at large to worry about, but it is odd.

Hm.

[And the feed ends.

Someone may find that none of his canes are anywhere to be found. It's okay, though - Wilson's not cruel. There's an absolutely lovely replacement on hand.]

Comments

[dr_conscience]

Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm acting purely out of concern.

[vicodincrutch]

Guilt. This conversation is being recorded and as of this second I am pointing that out to be evidence of admission of guilt.

You think I am a stranger to embarrassment. You forget I am friends with you.

[dr_conscience]

Odd, how you're lashing out at me. As if I'd have some kind of motivation to have done something to you.

[vicodincrutch]

You act like a man who has something to hide.

[dr_conscience]

Yes. I've done an excellent job of hiding on the network. It's all part of my scheme - nobody will catch me here.

[vicodincrutch]

Hide secrets. Like in the event of a security breech, hypothetically speaking, you'd be very concerned about contacts, files, photos...

[dr_conscience]

How strange, I thought you were just admiring someone's brilliant work. That sounds oddly like you have my computer.

[vicodincrutch]

Your computer isn't missing. It's at your desk.

[dr_conscience]

And you understand that by computer, I don't mean the cardboard one?

[vicodincrutch]

It's software.