[voice]

[tongueamok]

As it seems this place has stripped me of my students, I have decided I ought to find another one, perhaps two.

[Probably one. He's not holding his breath here.]

If you have any interest in learning glyphcrafting -- perhaps some minor magics as well, should you show potential -- please fill out an application. I have left them at the Clinic with Kate Galloway for accessibility.

[And also so he doesn't have to meet people in person to hand out these things.]

Thank you.

[Click.]

Comments

[audio]

[tongueamok]

... We must come from very different worlds. We have no such aberrations where I'm from, and leave the collection of souls to the Domu.

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

--wait a second, aberrations? I'm not--not one of those.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

You are an undead, are you not?

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah, but it's not like I asked to be one.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

[Oh. Oh that could be true. He clears his throat.]

Ah. My apologies.

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that is very true in George's case

there is a lull in replies until]

...it's okay. I know that--that what I am is kind of weird.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

[And now he feels just a little bit bad -- you know, just a little bit. A hair. A wee, tiny itch of guilt.]

I suppose everyone is in their own way, myself included.

Re: [audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

[good. she already feels bad about what she is, other people should feel bad for her, too]

Yeah? How're you weird?

[tongueamok]

I would prefer not to discuss my eccentricities with a complete stranger.

[Guilty or not, apparently.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I'm not a complete stranger. Besides, you already know I'm technically undead. That's a pretty big piece of information to share.

[tongueamok]

I don't even know your name.

[Yet.]

[toiletseat_girl]

My name is George.

[tongueamok]

[He stifles a grunt, but one might be able to pick up that he hates being met like this.]

Carlisle Longinmouth.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she gets the general idea, yes]

Nice to meet you, Carlisle.

[tongueamok]

[There's a pause after that, as though he's still debating on that whole " discussing his eccentricities with a near-complete stranger" thing, but he finally resigns himself to having been outplayed in this conversation.]

I'm afraid of birds.

[toiletseat_girl]

[yeah, she's good at that. although she's a little confuzzled at his fear]

Birds? Why birds?

[tongueamok]

You've seen birds, haven't you? Flying little beasts with talons and beaks, a filthy amalgamation of feathers and noise that has no respect for personal boundaries?

[toiletseat_girl]

They say that birds are descended from dinosaurs.

[tongueamok]

... Dinosaurs?

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah, dinosaurs. You know, like the T-Rex, the raptor, stuff like that.

[tongueamok]

No, I don't know, or I wouldn't have asked.

[People likely to be eaten by dinosaurs because he'd smart off to them: Carlisle.]

[toiletseat_girl]

They didn't have dinosaurs in your world? Weird.

[shh, don't say that. the gods may be listening and decide that next month's theme should be Jurassic Park]

[tongueamok]

Weird? How is it weird? And what are these dinosaurs? Should I be concerned?

[Because he is. He is concerned already. This is his life.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I just assumed that all worlds would have dinosaurs, that's all.

Dinosaurs are these gigantic reptiles. Some of them eat plants, some of 'em eat meat. But no one's ever seen 'em, they went extinct millions of years ago. All that's left are their bones. So, no, you shouldn't be concerned.

[he's going to give himself an ulcer at this rate]

[tongueamok]

Oh. Good. All dead. Very good.

[Pause.]

Unless one were to necromance those bones, of course. Then you'd have undead, gigantic reptiles.

[So about that ulcer...]