[ hello bug boy... it's much the same for temenos, who looks deep in thought - though not mind palace deep. he glances over at gregor at the question, and hums, the noise thoughtful. ]
Many sorts tend to say things and not mean them. [ power structures. :/ ] And judging by how this all has started, I'd say this company we find ourselves tied to is one of those sorts.
But, yes, I suppose. At least we've access to our things, again - some of them. [ he picks a little at his vestments. ] I could stand to see that suit from before burned in a campfire.
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[hello. gregor is chilling somewhere, messing with the iris.]
Doesn't sound like a bad gig, assuming they follow through, but... ah, I've seen companies say things before.
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Many sorts tend to say things and not mean them. [ power structures. :/ ] And judging by how this all has started, I'd say this company we find ourselves tied to is one of those sorts.
I suppose... doubtful. Is what I make of it all.
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[food, beds, a bar, even the observation deck's view of space.]
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[ debbie fucking downer over here ]
But, yes, I suppose. At least we've access to our things, again - some of them. [ he picks a little at his vestments. ] I could stand to see that suit from before burned in a campfire.
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[he never wants to wear that again THANK you.]
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[ he's too catholic for this ]
All rather violating, wasn't it? From start to end.
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