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[unflagging]

Hey!!! Now this is what I call a party!!! I mean, man!!! Look at the crowd!!!

Seething masses. Teeming masses. Overflowing with excess--an excess of excess today, isn't it? As though the City weren't glutted enough with its pleasures and its pains, as though its desires were as insatiable as it would have us to believe. Do I address the City? Indeed, I do. And not those within the City who are usually so addressed. No. I speak to the City itself and its devices and desires.

We have all followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.

And so:

The participants will be apprised of their roles at the proper time. For now it is enough that they have arrived. As the dance is the thing with which we are concerned and contains complete within itself its own arrangement and history and finale there is no necessity that the dancers contain these things within themselves as well. In any event, the history of all is not the history of each, nor indeed the sum of those histories, and none here can finally comprehend the reason for his presence for he has no way of knowing even in what the event consists. In fact, were he to know, he might well absent himself and you can see that that cannot be any part of the plan if plan there be.

Drink up, drink up. This night thy soul may be required of thee. There is yet more. There is yet so much more

Oh, but I digress. I think there are friends, new and old alike, in these great teeming masses. Yes, new and old alike. Else my eyes and ears and blahblahblah whateverelse deceive me.

In any regard: yay!!! :)

[ooc: You're out there. I know it. I can feel you out there. Come on. Network, action, telepathy, I don't care. Come at me, brosisters. Come. At. Me.]

Comments

all text, all the time

[unwheeled]

Found familiar faces in our current visitors, I take it?

[unflagging]

Oh yeah. a few. 2 or 3. Or 7. Or 10.

Or 19.

[unwheeled]

My goodness that's quite a few. Definitely outstrips my current count of only two.

[initforthemoney]

Yikes, buddy. You got the start of a short story happening for you, there. You're sure lucky I'm bored or else I wouldn't've bothered.

[unflagging]

Hey, I never said you had to bother. I'm flattered that you made the effort, really.

text:

[graffiti_magic]

This place isn't always this crowded? Seems normal for a city. But then, I've been told this isn't a normal city.

text:

[unflagging]

Oh, it's always crowded. It's just not always THIS crowded. There's a difference.

And, hey, welcome!

[dontcallmegeraldo]

[Oh.. something about this looks entirely too familiar, but guess who's here but doesn't have a clue how to use this... phone?

This guy.]


whwer.

[unflagging]

What? Didja sit on your phone?

[passingthrough]

You know, if the City itself, its devices or desires speak back to you there might be a problem.

[unflagging]

I beg to differ.

Texty

[element_wizard]

Oh. So THIS is where you've been hanging around

Texty

[unflagging]

Are you criticizing my current situation? Boo.

[pimphandoftheking]

That's quite an invitation. However only the most uncivilized of guests would take up on your hospitality without introduction.

OMG that username |D

[unflagging]

Rory Fletcher. Hi. So now that part's out of the way too.

[hexappeal]

Shut up and pour me a drink

[unflagging]

Yes, O my beloved lady.

(How demanding can you get?)

[starattraction]

That's a rather long way of saying that you know what you're talking about.

[unflagging]

Words exist to be used sometimes. Lest they be forgotten. And we all be reduced to grunting again.

Ugh ugh.

[themonstershouter]

[A tall gangly looking man in a tunic, a big brass bell, and a sandwich board sign, scrawled with bible verses and other apocalyptic nonsense all over it is wandering the streets. He's one of the new arrivals today. He also looks pretty determined if not a little terrified after he's read this message, and now he's shouting.]

BRING OUT YOU DEAD! [He rings his bell.] BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! THE DARK MAN COMETH! THE MAN WITH NO FACE! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! THE WALKING MAN! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!

I love you. So much. SO MUCH.

[unflagging]

[Dude. I thought I zapped you. The fuck, man.]

[persocomforyou]

[That's far too many words for her.]

Chii?

[unflagging]

What's the matter, honey?

[bamfingcats]

Meep?

[Hai. Have a kitten on your head.]

[unflagging]

[Well, hello there, kitten. What are you doing, sitting on the source of all wickedness (well, for a few levels, at least) like that?]

Well hey there, you. What're you doing up there?

[Gently, gently, he removes the kitten from his head.]