TEXT ✦ un: scion

[shtola]

[Hey, City network! What are you up to today? Having fun exploring the liminal spaces, reliving past memories, getting locked into vaults — or maybe just fucking around? Because apparently someone's in the mood for the latter.]

what's a girl got to do to get a little attention around here? ;)

[A short time after that initial post, a follow-up appears.]

because i certainly wouldn't mind being asked out for a meal and an evening in good company, myself. by someone worthy of the honor, of course; naturally, i'm a lady of discerning tastes.

[And then, a little bit later still: ]

takers must feel the unquenchable thirst of the pursuit of knowledge and be willing to participate in intellectual debate for bells on end. oh, and graciously accept defeat when i inevitably hand it to them. or don't — i'll best you at it whether you accept it or not. i'm ever so brilliant that way. how's that for sharing?

[OOC: If the content of this post sounds suspiciously unlike Y'shtola, that's because it isn't — Thancred (onlythans) and his sticky fingers have "borrowed" her network device for a short time. Responses will come from both Thancred and Y'shtola or possibly just Y'shtola after she murders Thancred in cold blood for this!]

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[justscribing]

You forget I had spoken to those men before you did. Their expertise is being outpaced by new methods and technology that they couldn't keep up with. It's already begun to lose its value to Sumeru as a whole, and a single job and some mora only delays the inevitable: that they will have to find some other way to survive in life as less people require their skills.

You find those names when we get back and we'll see if there was any lasting impact or if you only provided temporary relief before reality set in.

[fussiest]

Hah! As if reality will ever settle for your version of it, which is missing all the crucial components of making it human.

If I am correct, and I will be, I will take liberties to move that absolutely appalling statue you bought from the front room to the back.

[justscribing]

That would make room for an interesting hollow bird sculpture I saw down at the Grand Bazaar, if the artisan is still there.

[""""Interesting""""]

[fussiest]

[ end him y'shtola. ]

Oh, you will not! The last one you brought back was missing a wing!

[justscribing]

That was the intention of the artist. You were the one who didn't wish to discuss the metaphor of a one-winged bird.

[Because it was painted in an awful pattern of bright orange and dirt brown, in addition to being only questionably bird-shaped.]

[fussiest]

[ moving us to here to save y'shtola's sanity... ]

[shtola]

( damn wdym she can’t be nosy. both y’shtola and thancred were enjoying that probably, snacking on fortune cookies that he stuffed in his pocket and stuff. entertainment is sparse around these parts. )

[fussiest]

[ BUT Y'SHTOLA, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.... THE STATUE WAS HIDEOUS!! ]