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

[hardnosed]

Obviously I mean Ghostworth. [ She pauses. ] Guess I didn't read everything he had to say. So, do you trust him?

[bogwife]

I want to. I think there's a chance he genuinely wants to help us and I want to believe he's in contact with the others. [The dead people.] But I think we need to talk to him more before I know for sure.

[hardnosed]

[ She ducks her chin in a bid, staring forward without any real focus. ]

We'll see how long those in charge let us keep that dumb board now that he's made himself obvious. If they weren't watching before, they are now.

[bogwife]

As long as we're careful to do it in the bathrooms we might just be all right. Besides, they can't just get rid of all the paper and pens to keep us from making a new one. We may be a mess as a group but we're a creative mess.

[hardnosed]

... you've got that right. It's a disaster every week, but we're here.

[bogwife]

We're a bit like... [She taps the edge of the wine bottle against her lips, searching for the right word.] Barnacles. We keep getting hit by waves and jagged rocks and other ships but we just can't be completely scraped off.