I tried to get through to you

[archboxer]

[You know what that was? A fiasco. That was an utter fiasco. Three more people gone on a chance that may not happen! This is horrible. Even if some people dislike her, Rhea... is up to the challenge once more. This time she does it nearly herself: writing out the invitations, ordering the food and telling everyone to meet at the bar. In Ema's honor, of course.

She hands out the invitations herself and if she can't find you, she'll slide yours under your door.]

Comments

[fivestagegod]

[oh, hey anna.]

I'm sure you aren't the only one. What's on your mind?

[emberserker]

That assassin he's got. She has a title, like we do.

[fivestagegod]

Sort of, yeah. No idea who she is, either. Maybe one of the people we've read about, maybe not.

[emberserker]

Do you suppose he's given all his staff those things? Of course, ours are more insulting...

[fivestagegod]

Angel's isn't like that.

[emberserker]

"Assistant" is entirely too generic, it's true. But even then, we've got things like "Archbishop" side by side with whatever it is yours is supposed to mean.

[fivestagegod]

...It's a really bad pun, actually.

[emberserker]

I presume something only you and he get.

[fivestagegod]

[Ah, come on, do we have to-]

I actually explained it to Ema. Shortly before all of this.

[emberserker]

I see I'm not the only one who's having to explain things. Whatever a is supposed to be.

[fivestagegod]

...What the hell was that even about.

[emberserker]

He thinks he's the normal one in this place. Somehow.

[fivestagegod]

...He has noticed that he's a six-foot-tall raccoon, hasn't he?

[emberserker]

Apparently that means we're the real ones.