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[defies_reason]

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[Sitting outside a small cafe, Isaak looks fairly composed, all things considered, though his shirt's a tad rumpled. Calmly setting a small coffee cup on its saucer, he smiles briefly at the camera.]

Well, I've certainly seen what you all meant about these so-called curses. It must be dreadfully difficult to get anything done around here, if you're not a dairy farmer.

[He shifts, leaning back slightly in his seat.]

So.. I suppose I've made the best of worse situations, but I am accustomed to having more in the way of resources. Unfortunately, I wasn't given the opportunity to pack before this delightful abduction. Which means, for the first time in quite a long time, I'm looking for a job.

A city of this size must have something more interesting than waiting tables to offer. I've always found a certain satisfaction in making myself of use.

So, tell me: [here, he leans forward again, clasping his hands in front pf him, elbows on the table,] what do you need, my fellow captives?

Comments

[defies_reason]

You are an absolute ray of sunshine, Ms. Wallace.

[synanthrope]

I do my best to be honest.

[defies_reason]

Admirable.

[synanthrope]

Why?

[defies_reason]

I don't care for lies, even comforting ones.

[synanthrope]

Well, then you can always trust me for brutal honesty.

[defies_reason]

It's nice to have a constant in such a strange place.

[synanthrope]

You should come visit my garage.

[defies_reason]

Should I?

[synanthrope]

The best way to start a business in this City is to see one that's thriving.

[defies_reason]

A realist and a businesswoman as well. It would be my pleasure to drop by, Ms. Wallace.