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Good evening, Kenos...
[The sense of Communion is less of a solid thing, an actual face or clear voice, and more of a sensation of smoke curling in the air, seeping into your senses late at night with a husky rumble and a fluffy(?), warm embrace.]
You must forgive me for calling during such a, hmm, fraught time... I take it to understand some VIPs have been killed... ? And then there was that dreadful light beam thing... Goodness, I've had so many tattoo clients the last few weeks I've barely managed to leave my studios to sate my hungers, let alone keep up with politics. I am an artist, you see, first and foremost.
Well, as an honorary Zenite I suppose I should at least be concerned that some wayward Meridian ruffian is going to sneak into my home and poison the poor Shard in my safekeeping to make it explode, like what happened to poor Mr. Michaelis'? I did see that...
[👁]
But I have something a little more personal to ask you.
Despite my long and adventurous life, you see, I have never been blessed with children of my own... So perhaps my maternal instincts are somewhat lacking? I am a little unsure as to how to handle the situation I find myself unwittingly embroiled in, so...
What does one do to gently encourage three young men with questionable hygiene practices to stop squatting in a small guest room with insufficient mattress numbers and become respectable and enterprisingly self-sufficient citizens of Highstorm?
I would appreciate any and all input on this pressing matter. Thank you~ ❤️
[A moment later, as if she had remembered this very important detail, she returns to Communion to add, (filtered away from a Certain Zenite Air BNB Host and His Three Tenants):]
Oh- And, apparently sex is off the table, so. Solutions that are not that, please! 💋
[The sense of Communion is less of a solid thing, an actual face or clear voice, and more of a sensation of smoke curling in the air, seeping into your senses late at night with a husky rumble and a fluffy(?), warm embrace.]
You must forgive me for calling during such a, hmm, fraught time... I take it to understand some VIPs have been killed... ? And then there was that dreadful light beam thing... Goodness, I've had so many tattoo clients the last few weeks I've barely managed to leave my studios to sate my hungers, let alone keep up with politics. I am an artist, you see, first and foremost.
Well, as an honorary Zenite I suppose I should at least be concerned that some wayward Meridian ruffian is going to sneak into my home and poison the poor Shard in my safekeeping to make it explode, like what happened to poor Mr. Michaelis'? I did see that...
[👁]
But I have something a little more personal to ask you.
Despite my long and adventurous life, you see, I have never been blessed with children of my own... So perhaps my maternal instincts are somewhat lacking? I am a little unsure as to how to handle the situation I find myself unwittingly embroiled in, so...
What does one do to gently encourage three young men with questionable hygiene practices to stop squatting in a small guest room with insufficient mattress numbers and become respectable and enterprisingly self-sufficient citizens of Highstorm?
I would appreciate any and all input on this pressing matter. Thank you~ ❤️
[A moment later, as if she had remembered this very important detail, she returns to Communion to add, (filtered away from a Certain Zenite Air BNB Host and His Three Tenants):]
Oh- And, apparently sex is off the table, so. Solutions that are not that, please! 💋
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But that last little addendum has her immediately barking a laugh.]
Wait, so are you just mad they're squatting in your fuck-pad? Or did you already try to scare them off with sex and get no results? Because I could've told you that one wouldn't fly.
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The former, yes.
More “annoyed” than “mad”, mind you.
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[The stupid fucking grin on her face is apparent even here.]
Just tell them to hit the road for a while when mama needs some time with her special friend.
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What if mama's special friend actually cares about the wayward youths of today's society?
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[Still doesn't sound like much of a problem to Chloe, but then again she'd have no qualms about taking the asshole solution here.]
Can you seriously not just find somewhere else to get your bang on?
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- Hmmm? Of course I’ve been doing that.
[She has been banging. Plenty of other people. Oops.]
But it’s the principle, darling. What am I supposed to do?
Get a place of my own?
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[Obviously!]
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Being confined to just three islands is already rough enough as it is…
I had plans, you know, before the world got eaten or what not. Planes booked and everything, two weeks in the Mongolian highlands, then three for all the -stans…
[a sigh!]
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[Or someone who had that kind of wealth, before coming here. Welcome to the realm of the peasants, madam! No wonder she’s making a whole big deal about the boys.]
Really out here roughing it with the rest of us, huh?
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[… Yeah, don’t listen to her, she can literally bewitch humans to give her money if she wanted to.]