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[Slayerhero90]

"Anything that can get lost can rain, with things like socks or keys or change being fairly common."

[Spinal_Taper]

Tough. Maybe not quite tough enough. I'll have to test that.
He looks through the notes, on his console keeping his chunk of memory open and active, running a decryption program designed to crash through code designed by aliens. He watches the native out of the corner of his eye.

[SomeStupidGuy]

"Ah." She quickly scribbles something down into her notebook.

[Slayerhero90]

"So you're a note-taker. I don't care for it. Writing hurts my hands."

[SomeStupidGuy]

Ariana responds without looking up from her notes. "It keeps me occupied."

[Twi]

The notes describe a program used to handle military transportation and communication as well as capable of providing its own security against intrusion.


The 'native' realizes what Adrian is doing.

"STOP TRYING TO HACK ME."

She apparently teleports over to him and promptly kicks at him.

[Vorthon]

Bryan looks blearily at the grey-skinned thing.

"Buh? Heh... you looksh likes a *hic* troll! Only pixell*hic*ier!"

[freeformschooler]

"Oi, you there! You want to live here, you'll have to pay me rent. 1 million credits a week."[/glow]

"Ha! HA! That is no problem at all, for you see, native Prissiphone, I am ALSO a Magi of Money, the fourteenth of the Seventeen Magickal Elements! Watch as I-" Alabaster ruffles through his pockets for his checkbook and starts writing on a tiny paper. "-CONJURE money from THIN AIR!"

He hands her a piece of paper.

"IOU: 1 mil Hrurhtrultutrhington Credits

-Al
"

[Twi]

"Great. Not only are a bunch of idiots looking around my mainframe, one of them is drunk."

She responds to the paper by kicking Alabaster too.

"Oh, sorry, I lied! This space isn't for rent at all. Or sale. Or anything! It's physically incapable of housing anyone but me. Sorry bout that."

She grins.

[Vorthon]

"Ooooh... I *hic* I don't feel sho good..."

Bryan looks like he's about to puke.

[Spinal_Taper]

Adrian gives a quick double hop backwards, barely evading the kick. He gains some space, taps on the wristpad, then puts his arms down.
"Was wondering when I'd be caught."

[Slayerhero90]

"Well around here, there's places to look for things in, like Corumaret, or video games. Video games are what I did to pass the time all the time. A story you can interact with personally."

[SomeStupidGuy]

"Heh, I like you, whoever you are. That jackass had it coming. The other guy, less so, but still."
"Interesting, but I do enjoy doing this. It's calming, in a way."

[Slayerhero90]

Allie opens her can and drinks.
"I also like making things. I managed to build a shack in an afternoon."

[Twi]

"Well, it was inevitable."

Grey-girl smirks, then grows, doubling in size.

"Ahem!"

Since you've somehow managed to get here and not know, I may as well introduce myself. I am Tisiphone. I make the trains run on time. And make sure the comm relays don't get overloaded. And make sure the ships know where they need to go.. Really, people seem to be fond of pawning off everything on me."

"And you like it, Tis."

Tisiphone responds by growing to massive size and crushing Camille flatter than a pancake. This being cyberspace, after Tisiphone steps off and returns to normal Camille gets back up none the worse for wear aside from groaning 'owwwwwwwwww....'