092713 Kate and Jack -- AA GT

-- gaslampTragedian [GT]  began pestering abyssalArrow [AA]  at 15:31 --

 GT: All day, it has been raining, and all day, I found my thoughts drifting towards what you might be doing on such a delightfully dismal day. Have you ended any interesting animal life today?

 AA: Actually, no. I was tending my ever growing backstock.

 AA: It is remarkable how long frozen carcasses keep, but one must be careful to skin them within a reasonable amount of time.

 AA: Have you been mending the aged computers with your usual gusto?

 GT: I do my best, but I find myself deliciously distracted.

 AA: Why is that?

 GT: I read today that doomsday cults are on the rise. There is blood in the water.

 AA: You think these cults are right this time?

 GT: I don't which I would prefer: if they were wrong or if they were right.

 AA: I always thought their predictions were fun, nonetheless.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I wonder how the world will end.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Futility has its own flavor, it's true. I believe the poet Elliot had a few remarks on that subect.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I can't say I'm familiar.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: "Not with a bang, but with a whimper." Catastrophe is overrated. It is not as if the world will be hit by a gargantuan meteor or something.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: It would be fun to go that way though, if a bit sudden.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Excitement in your final moments.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: What's the fun in that? How could the audience enjoy it if it's over in a bang and a flash like a bad action movie. A squeamish disquiet that strangles the soul is much better than an abrupt violent end.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: It would be a break from the monotony of what we are used to. Imagine, going about your daily life and suddenly, for instance, a nuke goes off.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: While I would enjoy that brief moment of regret at all the things I left unfinished due to my abrupt end, it would be more tragic if I had ample time, and still ingnored them out of an inevitable sense that a creeping doom is a preventable one.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: But enough on this topic, I need some time to cool down. Writing fanfiction while overly ... aroused is transparent to the readers.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: The apocolypse arouses you?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Intellectually, of course.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hm. Curious.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I am intrigued to find I haven't though of it very much.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It's a topic I'd be happy to explore with you, given you have the intestinal fortitude I find so refreshing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: For example, assuming that the world did end in some type of nuclear apocolypse, after the fireworks have died down, imagine that some survived.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: And these flawed human beings are literally the difference between oblivion and a new beginning.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Any small mistake they make will snuff out the human race, and memories of all that came before.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Imagine that pressure, that stress, coupled with the knowledge of their own inadequacies, weighing down on them as they futilely struggle to rise out of the ashes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: But we all know the truth, they struggle against inevitability, and it is not the world that will be their undoing, but themselves.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Sounds like a true challenge of the human fortitude.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: They might see it that way.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: But really, it's just a tragedy

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: What is making you say all of this?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Sorry, I went off on a tangent. But perhaps one day I'll have to link you my epic post-apocolyptic Muppet Babies fanfiction.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Muppet... babies?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Yes, these types of scenarios are best when the protagonists are very young, and suddenly without their caretakers.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Wouldn't a younger group of characters be a bit unsuited for life on their own.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: That's partially the point.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I would be fine, of course, but I think myself a bit out of the ordinary.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I wonder how I would fare? I've never been much for physical altercation, much to my chagrin.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: But I really want to see the end, all the way through.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Just be sure you always have your strife specibus filled.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Even if an ending is unpleasant, there is something to be said for seeing it out to the curtains' close.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: What kind of gent would I be without my umbrella?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: ...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Your specibus is an umbrella?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: What? Umbrella-kind is an entirely legitimate specibus allocation.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Besides, I grew sick of fiddling with my sylladex to pick up my umbrella every evening, when it rains here so often.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I suppose that is a worthy use of a specibus.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: But were you attacked by a raging stag or worse... a bear.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: One day I must introduce you to Archibald.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: A formidable defender, I suppose?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Or warden, or butler, depending on the hour.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: His attempts to 'discipline' me are most unpleasant.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: My posterior has often been subjected to his cold mechanical fury.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: How medival.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: He seems to think it's his job to discipline me and turn me into a 'real gentleman'.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: medieval*. Oops.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: The umbrellas... they do nothing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Perhaps what you need is a swordbrellacane?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I've tried. Apparently 'swordbrella' is it's own specibus. Who even wrote these rules? They make no sense whatsoever.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: How does one even go about changing their specibus?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Apparently, from all I can tell, the allocation is permanent. According to my character sheet, I'd have to find another specibus card, and even then, I'd have to start from the beginning.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Well, That's a shame.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: That is, a shame if you end up having to strife with something that cannot be fought with an umbrella.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Just stay out of the woods.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I am sure my wit will prevail, when the time comes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: What's your fetch modus?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: You seem eager to know a lot about me. Have I set your maiden's heart aflutter?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Haha. You do, at least, talk to me whilst my heart beats.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I've never been above speaking with the dead, myself, so I shall take this as a win.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: The dead are boring, not much to look at, usually.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Such unkind words for a taxidermist to say.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: That is why I combine them into things the living world has never seen.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Fancy is oftentimes far more real than reality.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Fancy?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: There's more reality in one of your mermice than there is in the entire stock exchange.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: ...I am unsure what to make of this.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: What I'm saying is, in the coming days, it may be important to keep a flexible definition of reality.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Is this going back to those doom prophets?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Perhaps, or perhaps I am a little drunk off of the excellent company.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Do you not get much interaction with the living?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: My friends are rarely online these days. Hopefully something dreadful has happened to them. :)

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I wonder.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Do you wish them dead, or only to suffer?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: There was a girl once. Another stole her from me. We haven't spoken since.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Care to elaborate?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Well, I suppose in retrospect, I had it coming.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Cryptic.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Deliberately so. :) I have to keep you interested somehow.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Very well, what happened, Jack?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: There was a girl who was my intended since childhood. However, one of my few close friends came, and snatched my birthright, and thus her, out from underneath me while I worked to protect them.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: What made her your birthright?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I think in your country they would call it an arranged marriage.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: There was another... but I think I'll save that story for another time. It's ill luck to harp upon your exes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Where are you from, anyway?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I was from a small country in the orient, but now I live on the coast.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Interesting. I have lived in these mountains all of my life.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: With your mother, was it?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Yes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Insufferable as she may be, that woman knows the lay of the land well.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I wonder why she chose somewhere so remote to raise a child.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Quite resourceful with technology.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I still assert that my mental image of her is a brawny lumberjacktress

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: She brought with her the capabilities for internet access with sustainable methods for creating things based purely on design.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: She is quite brawny, a stark contrast to my lithe form.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Why not follow in her footsteps? Nothing wrong with a woman with a healthy appetite. You have to think about the future, child bearing hips and all.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I think I'd rather climb a tree.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: You certainly are fixated on the continuation of the species today.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Why is that?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Possibly all the doomsday cult rumors?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmmm.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Surely there is something more?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Or perhaps I have been otherwise compromised. ;)

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I belive you have.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Shit. Believe.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Perhaps you have some insight?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: You clearly have some fixation on me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: rubbish

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Oh?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: If I were fixated on you, You would already be D34D.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hm. I remain unconvinced.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I suppose there's no harm in believing that

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> -- abyssalArrow [AA] is now an idle chum! --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Alright, if you haven't taken to me, why is it?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: You certainly seem conflicted today.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I am simply intrig- hold on.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I am simply intrigued that these doom prophets have so consumed your thought.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: And saddened that you haven't.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmmm. Perhaps it is simply that after thousands of years of failed predictions, I can no longer give them any stock.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Any ponderings are fleeting imaginatory musings.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It doesn't matter if they come true. It's the fact that people believe it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: That fill you with ardor, I'm sure.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmmm... It is indeed interesting to see what people believe.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: But simply because some believe in something doesn't mean that we all should.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I'm not asking you to believe in it. The fact that enough people /do/ mean that something is going on. Perhaps not the apocolypse, but something.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Perhaps you are right.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I am unsure.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Perhaps it is a good thing that people have something to believe in.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Even if that something is their eventual demise.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I can drink to that. Maybe when we meet in person, if ever?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Cannot say I have ever had the pleasure of drinking a supporific, but should we ever come across some at the time of our meeting, we should.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I fancy absinthe, myself.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: What is it like?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: If you are going to impair one's judgement, why not have a mild hallucinogen at the same time.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hallucinations sound fun.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It tastes like licorice and artists tears. And they are.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmmmmm. Not much for licorice.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Perhaps when i find some i will captchalogue it and keep it with me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I'm curious, what is your modus, anyway, dearest?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: You actually never told me yours.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Ah, you caught me. How about a trade then. I will tell you mine if you tell me yours?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Cyclical Array List

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I have a cloud modus. It was very useful when my friends were alive, but became the instrument of my undoing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ... zounds.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Do you mean your modus operated from other people's captchas?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Indeed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: From my friends back in my home country. And now they are all dead.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: This opened a lot of doors for you, while closing others.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Am I correct?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: You could say that.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: How do you feel about it?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I lost a lot of my things, for starters. And the capacity has never been the same.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: And getting it to work off of a 33kb modem sometimes, is... interesting.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I would imagine so.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Mine has an issue of processing overhead, especially with the amount of junk I have accumulated.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Do I even want to know what kind of "junk" a serial taxidermist keeps in their sylladex?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: A rhetorical question, of course I do. Share, Share.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Well. It is important to have all of my climbing equipment on my person at all times.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: And I have made several types of crossbow bolts, each with its own stack in my list.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: However many of those are useless, but I simply haven't bothered to clean it out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I understand your pain. I sometimes cannot bear to throw out things I've made or collected.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: In addition to various bits and pieces from a few years ago when the trashcan wasn't very close to my taxidermy table.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: This is an issue because the pieces have decayed in my sylladex, and now were I to remove them, I fear the stench would knock even me out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: The smell must be complex.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: One day you'll have to open it up and describe the bouquet

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: However, the problem only worsens, as the more things there are in this modus, the slower its response time. It really is a hazard, but I can't exactly dump them anywhere.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I think this modus was only designed to handle about one hundred items.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I think I might have just the trick, but sadly my upload speeds are slow. Let me send you an old fetch modus of mine. It should help clear the clutter.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: What do you have in mind?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I was thinking of breaking the line in the event of an emergency, if I can ever get a hazmat suit.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It's called a "hole" modus. It's a portable hole. Back in the old country, they were considered uncomplicated, but high capacity.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: There is nothing inherently wrong with my modus, it is simply that the amount of clutter that is inside of it is becoming unmanageable.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: then just dump everything into the hole, adjust the opening, and shake it out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I need to spend a day clearing it out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It should get rid of the little bits and pieces.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: But... what if I get chased by a bear?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I am unsure, but I think I like having this failsafe in case of a hairy situation.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: The answer is obvious. Exiunt. And I shall send it regardless. You might need it, and it's cluttering up my house.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I appreciate it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: So, how do you intend for this exchange to occur?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: In an email, of course.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I was unaware moduses could be transferred in this fashion.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: It's a benefit of my cloud modus.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Interesting.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Thank you, I will put it to good use.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I will begin offloading some of the stress as soon as I recieve it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: of course. It will take a bit though, so don't worry if you don't recieve it right away.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Alright.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Having a lovely evening otherwise?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Yes I am, feeling rather lazy today

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: today.*

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Forgive me, I've been into the Absinthe... If I seem too forward, you can banish me for a time. But a woman as lovely as you deserves to lounge about as she pleases, when she pleases.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I have been feeling rather uninspired, so my backlog is only getting worse.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: It is easy to hunt, not so easy to create a beautiful chimera.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Often the artists of yore required a Muse. What is your muse?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Anubis.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: And yours?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Melpomene.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Ah yes. I should have guessed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Though if you keep this up she may have competition.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I... am unsure how to respond.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Such compliments...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Shouldn't a lady of such class be used to hearing such things+

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ?*

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmm...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Most are not receptive of my talents.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: GT.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: yes?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Have you been pestered by some people claiming to be aliens or "trolls"?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: No, not yet, why?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Has someone been upsetting you?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Shall I brandish my umbrella?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Not really. Harmless internet stuff.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Just wondering, as Beau and I have already been both bothered by them.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: We were curious if they had reached you as well.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: No, not yet.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Hmm.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I wonder why that is.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I am probably just uninteresting.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: I doubt that is the case.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: They seem to be all going for one person at a time, I think. I was hit 2 days ago, Beau yesterday.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Hmm, interesting. Maybe I shall be the victim tomorrow.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: You know what to look for, I suppose.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: Vagabonds and Ruffians, I'm sure.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Certainly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> AA: Likely some group of friends making trouble.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> -- gaslampTragedian [GT] changed their mood to OFFLINE  --