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Who: I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE, SOMEONE IN BLACK
Where: Ophibarracks
When: Day 108 evening
What: \o/ IT'S A PARTY NOW THAT _____'S HERE

[No actually he's just in the kitchen getting into someone's cigarette stash, wondering how you make them do the thing with the smoke, while peering intently into his message tube.

SHAPE-CHANGER ANTICS WILL BE HAD.]

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[lol wat]

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Uuh. So is this normal or...

As much as anything is normal around here.

Huh. Guess I'm counting it as normal until I learn otherwise then.

Smart kid.

So what'd you come here for then? Since you know.

My apprentice was killed, and this was my last resort to get him back. Or at least find out where his soul went, instead of to the afterlife.

[Well. That seems like an awkward topic.]

Oh.

Well hey, apparently we get lots of chances here...?

Yeah. But it explains a lot about the people who work here -- we're all some combination of crazy, dumb or desperate. I don't know much about the Blanks' motivations, or about a lot of the new people. A month or so back, Beauty -- that's one of the Judges -- called us all in for orientation, and that's when I learned why I was here.

[considers...]

I guess desperate seems about right. Hey, how come we just get this paper?

What paper?

[thumping open the binder with all the profiles of people, pulling out the brochure with the Rules written on it]

This thing. That's all we get?

Yeah, unless someone comes around and gives you more instructions. Sometimes there are special orders.

So no idea if the new guys get told why we're here...

As far as I know, they've only done it once.

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