impure_tale | 249 - Fourth Wall Post

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I suppose one last shout into the ether would not go amiss.

Come speak to me, my darlings. The universe is lonely without you in it.

And why would it be the last?

I thought I would hear from you, at least.

Tell me, persimmon: Does the gonebeyond have very good wine?

Not very. More grain than grape out here; some very decent wodac via the malcontent but wine's less common.

That sounds dreadful.

[A rough chuckle.] And I'm happy to see you too, Donatien.

[ not to be deterred ]

Next you'll be telling me there's no chocolate there.

Very little, you've got that right. What's the questioning about?

[ dramatic, pained gasping ]

And then no dancing or sex next, I suppose.

Now it's not as bad as that-! It's mostly settled by the Nurail, after all.

Something will have to be done, either way.

[Hmm.]

By who, were you thinking?

The Admiral, firstly.

Never tell me there's someone so hard up for something to do with their deal-! I don't recall the Admiral being otherwise charitable.

Other than harry comely working men, one must have some means to distract themselves.