wizzardly | IC CONTACT

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IC CONTACT

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"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

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I pay enough for any decent person, I'd say. It's not like there isn't a lot to sort through, you know.

[and scroll past.

Mostly that.]

Do you know anyone who is running?

...Are you running again?

That is not even a possibility.

[ Because if it was, he would. ]

Oh, thank goodness.

Then no, I've no idea who's running. Should I?

Don't you care about who represents you as a whole? You might not live in De Chima, but there could be a time where you have to call upon the De Chima ambassador for something or another.

I think I've less faith in the position than you seem to have.

[certain gorgeous libraries aside, of course.]

Well, that doesn't invalidate its importance.

[ Because he's important. After all. ]

And you should still contribute. The candidates are Jon Snow, Erik Lehnsherr, Bruce Wayne, Myrcella Baratheon, Riptide, Sadie Doyle, and Sam Merlotte. Know any of them?

[suspiciously:] Define "contribute".

[he listens, only making a small sound of recognition at one of the names.]

Sadie Doyle, really? I didn't picture her as the type. But her I know. That woman knows her wine, I'll tell you.

Contribute as in vote. You've done it before. For all of the elections, I would hope.

[ A pause. Of course. ]

You and she have gone out for drinks together, I assume?

Absolutely, of course I did.

[At least for one of them.

He voted for a dog promising ice cream.]

Not as such. More chatted about them with her, and we've run into one another in the same bars sometimes. I suppose I could vote for her, she's always seemed charming enough.

[ Well. It's not like his vote will hurt anything. At least it's not a vote for Jon Snow. ]

You could. Sam Merlotte runs a bar, though -- if alcohol is the basis for your votes.

I didn't say it was. [huffily.]

And who are you voting for? It has to be someone, for you to be calling me about this.

If I tell you who I'm voting for, are you going to vote the opposite out of spite?

...Only possibly.

Then I'm not sure it's a wise move on my behalf to tell you. You can vote for anyone you choose, so long as you don't vote Merlotte.

[ Maybe reverse psychology will work???? ]

Edited 2017-07-13 03:43 (UTC)

I have seen you drink, you know, I don't understand this hatred of yours for other people who enjoy it.

[or sell it, apparently, like this Merlotte fellow.]

Drinking makes a fool of men more often than not. It dulls the senses. I cannot understand why you enjoy it as much as you do given your reservations. Toward everything.

Yes, but you see, my senses are normally more active than most men's. Toward everything.

So I appreciate the break.

You could simply become a friend of mine and then there would be far less you need to worry about.

And it's that easy, is it? Nothing to sign, even?

Do you take me for Lucifer? Making friendship contracts?

If I were taking you for Lucifer, I would've asked if you had a tattoo planned for me.

Tattoos are so permanent. I'm more the bracelet sort.

...It's times like this I can't tell if you're joking.

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