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[othersdie]

While you're here, please try to conduct yourself appropriately. If something is illegal in your world, it's likely frowned upon in the City; don't do it.

The police are still here and working in spite of the recent revolution. We can be contacted via the network in the event of an emergency.

[Now that business is out of the way:]

I'll be checking my messages all weekend, if there's anyone I know here.


[ooc: Backdated to whenever-o'-clock this weekend and open to backtags for the rest of forever! Anything goes. ...Except killing. No killing.]

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[prettyimpulsive]

A revolution? [Her eyes widen.] What happened? [She doesn't really believe nothing changed. Maybe not in terms of the "politics" of the place, but memories are changed and that is always something.]

[othersdie]

Strangers began rallying us for a political coup. They promised to give us something in exchange for our help and to put an end to the curses. [If Justin sounds unimpressed, it's because he legitimately is unimpressed with them. And, yeah, that's kind of the way he sounds all the time, but.] I don't know how many people ended up helping them, but they successfully took over the deities' office building.

[prettyimpulsive]

What did you do?

[othersdie]

Nothing. I don't trust them any more than I trusted the deities.

[He absently reaches over to touch her hair.]

[prettyimpulsive]

[She doesn't mind that at all. In fact she smiles at the touch.] Does it feel the way you remember?

[othersdie]

It does. I don't know why I expect you to be different...

[prettyimpulsive]

Because time keeps passing for you. It has to be strange. As strange as it is for me trying to think about how it is moving for you.

[othersdie]

It's three months to every day I spend I with you.

[prettyimpulsive]

Months here can be very full. [It sounds like forever.]