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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.]

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Yes. Really. Considering she'll probably hit on you because of that handsome face you wear... I felt it was only polite to warn you.

I'll even take you out to dinner whenever you get out of the City as payment.

Consider me duly warned.

Thanks. But, you know, I've got so many things to do, places to go. Especially when I get back to things. Busy, busy, busy.

You understand :)

Aww... no wibbly wobbly timey wimey?

Of course I understand. Places to go, people to bother, reality to undermine or something.

Actually, I'm not really sure what you do.

I think one rather unimaginative hack of a schlockmeister described me once as "a mercenary with a vague ambition."

He thought it was clever on his part. I think it's rather reductive.

It is rather "meh". I mean vague ambition? What's that supposed to mean?

Hacks tend to think they're clever.

It went blah blah blah there for a little while after. I can't remember what else he said. More stuff he thought was clever.

Ain't that the truth.

If the person your describing can't even remember what you said about them, then you've got problems.

Yup. The problem comes when people give them lots of money.

Exactly. I'd go give him a piece of my mind if it weren't all so forgettable. I'm neither complimented nor offended. So how do you raise hell about feeling completely neutral? I ask you.

I might get my chance someday, so I'll get my thoughts together anyway.

I know. That really only encourages them.

Shits and giggles has always been my favorite excuse.

I wouldn't be surprised if you do.

And then they just write more and more and more dribble

"For funsies" is fine too. I think the kids these days like the phrase "for the lols." Or is that passe now?

I guess it's sort of like prostitution: the work itself isn't difficult, and once you start getting paid for it, then it's even easier to just keep on doing what you're doing. And if you're halfway decent at it, you'll just get paid more. So it goes.

I think he compared me to a weasel once. I mean, regardez mon visage. Est-ce que mon visage comme le weasel?

I think it's passe, but I'm not sure. I've never kept up with that sort of thing.

Like some sort of terrible snowballing effect and then you get imitators where upon things get really out of hand.

You are not at all weasel looking.

That's slang for you.

Exactly! And then imitators of imitators, which is getting downright Platonic, with all these copies of copies of copies. Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but it's also suicide.

Thank you.

It changes every moment.

Because then no one can tell who you are any more or they say that you're some sort of hack copying everyone else?

You're welcome!

It's like a great ouroborous of hacks: one following after the other in a great serpentine trail, turning it on itself to consume itself eternally. This is not my idea of good alchemical practices, let that be known.

Especially because you end up with things like 50 Shades of Grey.

Good Alchemical Practices should get you gold not gibberish.

I think I saw that one in a bookstore recently. Someone on the staff had helpfully placed a "Caution: Wet Floor" sign nearby the display. It seemed dull.

Yes! Now you're thinking with green lions!

From what I've read it's a good cure for insomnia.

You know, I don't get that reference.

I'll have to pass that on to Ralph--he's sort of a friend of a friend, I guess you'd say. Terrible case of insomnia, from what I heard. Just awful stuff.

The green lion swallows the sun, if that jars anything loose for you.

It'll either do that or cause him to die from laughter.

Nope. Sorry. What's it from?

Either way.

It's someone's metaphorical representation of one of the stages in the transmutation of lead into gold. It got trendy for a while. That's really the point.

OH! Yes! Okay! That I think I remember seeing something about. That makes sense now. Okay. It's one of those things that you know but don't know you knew until someone jogs your memory.

I was getting Game of Throne vibes from that image, I don't know why.

And here I thought it always sounded a bit prophetic: the green lion eats the sun and the beast with seven heads arises from the sea...

That's from the bible, isn't it? The second part?

My knowledge of human religions is a bit... scattered.

It is. I would've sung a few bars of "John the Revelator" at you but now I don't think you'd get the joke, which is too bad, what with your admitted unfamiliarity with human religions.

I recommend a little bit of a survey of them. I mean, knowledge is a beautiful thing.

Most of it pop culture knowledge, which isn't really that accurate.

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