fourth. text.

[torrefied]

In the interest of having it completed some time this century, I'm taking over the project to create a guide document for new arrivals.

[And he's starting it from scratch, no thanks to Chris.]

If you can tear yourselves away from telling ghost stories long enough to reply, I'm interested to know what information you found most helpful when you first arrived, as well as what you would have liked to know sooner rather than later.

Comments

[synthedick]

Maybe I said it more for my peace of mind than yours.

[Or maybe he just does what he wants because he feels it's for the best. You know, like someone they know.]

[torrefied]

I'm remarkably unconcerned with whether your mind is at peace.

[synthedick]

Duly noted.

[He'd be sassier, but let's be honest: it'd be a waste. At least Mello is doing something good for whatever reason, and he knows he's got eyes on him.]

[torrefied]

Do you honestly think I'm so stupid that I don't know what you're up to?

[synthedick]

No, but I also wagered you were smart enough to avoid jumping to conclusions. Guess I had to be wrong about something.

[torrefied]

I don't jump.

[synthedick]

Running, ambling, careening toward. Whatever your preferred method of getting there is, it's all the same to me.

[torrefied]

You're honestly going to try to tell me that you're not monitoring me? Lying is pointless when it's obviously unbelievable.

[synthedick]

I never said that, and if you assume I'd even try, then you might want to rethink that whole 'jumping to conclusions' thing.

[torrefied]

No? Is that not the function of the City Guard? I mean, I know you're all complete shit at that job, so maybe even this is beyond your capabilities.

[synthedick]

So says the guy who did community service.

[If only sighs and eyerolls were audible through text.]

But since you can't seem to get it through your head, I'll make it clear for you: I never said I wasn't monitoring you because I don't see the point in lying to you or telling you what you already know, or what I thought you knew. That's not an official function of the City Guard, but I make it my business to keep an ear to the ground.

[torrefied]

You know, I think that might be how people end up with cockroaches in their ears. You might want to watch out for that.

[synthedick]

Given what I am, I could have worse things crawling around in there. Though if the Door does bring cockroaches our way, let's hope they're not the kind where I come from.

[Big. Mean. Radioactive.]

I'll let you get back to work for now. Thanks for picking this up.

[Despite Mello's attitude, he means that.]