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[halfdecay]

annual squid weather report: its shit. don't come out.

ps - can we all agree that the twat with the red pinecone for a head is a melodramatic bellend? or is that just me?

take it to the PMs bruv.

[alright, good chat. glad we got that out in the air.]

Comments

[halfdecay]

"Found" is a very strong word.
More like
the whole cephalopod act was starting to get really fucking old.

[subject_013]

Phrasing it that way, you sound as though you lingered in the sea for a time, or am I mistaken?

[halfdecay]

As mundane of an excuse as you can possibly get. That about sums it all up.

[subject_013]

Settling in quickly? You had a flexibility about you, for all your snark.

We could use you at the Lumenarium, unless you've made other arrangements. I've been working there since I arrived here at the end of the summer.

[halfdecay]

As best as any other bloke coming out from their impromptu polar bear swim.

And no. As much as I’d like to clock in for early retirement, I’m afraid that’ll only be doing myself a disservice. So it will have to be blood ministry for me. Anything to stick my head inside the icy embrace of a carcass.

[subject_013]

I had to contend with pirates capturing me en route. I'm not sure the two can compare for difficulty.

The proctors at the Lumenarium are a patient lot. I'm willing to give them a character reference on your behalf. Though allow me some fair warning: part of the work entails an open mind toward a science that I don't think either of us, with our respective worlds of origin, are quite accustomed to, but which some would go so far as to call magic. It adds and interesting tangent to the learning curve.