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[yourunichase]

Barge coma is just another way for the man in charge to fuck with us.

[Private to Parker's friends (especially the Tough Ass Women club.)
So did I miss anything important while I was dead to the world?

[Private to Parker.]
You. Me. Talking. I've got something for you.

[Private to Angelica]
Let's play with some fucking swords.

[Private to Laura]
A drink?

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[strangehistorian]

[Still squeaky, but now with a Serious Business gravity that a gnome really shouldn't be able to produce.]

He has not made himself trustworthy.

[yourunichase]

[Yeah, she catches that.]

Nope. But there isn't a thing you can do about it. Complain. Maybe you'll get some fucking cookies.

[strangehistorian]

Cookies...?

[yourunichase]

Yeah, with fucking smiley faces on them.

[strangehistorian]

So people contact him and he ignores them. This is not a good sign that his intentions with our promises are genuine, either. If he does not care what becomes of us here, why would he bother to reward us?

[yourunichase]

Why else would we come otherwise?

[strangehistorian]

And why would we stay?

I will be truthful; I do not plan on staying if I cannot be assured I will get what I was promised. Much more than my own fate hangs in the balance.

[yourunichase]

Well, I'm sure the Admiral will give you some really good fucking cookies when you ask him about that.

she won't be able to find him :p

[strangehistorian]

Hm. I'll have to speak with him in person, then. If you'll excuse me.

[yourunichase]

Yeeeah, good luck with that.