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[icansmokemyself.insanejournal.com]

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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[icansmokemyself.insanejournal.com]

[Well. That seems like an awkward topic.]

Oh.


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

[bruteforcemancy]

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.

[icansmokemyself.insanejournal.com]

[considers...]

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

[bruteforcemancy]

What paper?

[icansmokemyself.insanejournal.com]

[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?

[bruteforcemancy]

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

[icansmokemyself.insanejournal.com]

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

[bruteforcemancy]

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