[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Most folk'll never lose a toe but then again some folk'll like Mega Man the slack jawed yokell!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "....Do I have to come and beat on you Ape-Boy?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste claps, quietly. "Such wisdom, m'lord, such wisdom!" No, not a *hint* of sarcasm in his voice.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Hey bro? Does Rock EVEN have toes?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Of course he does. Couldn't play footsie otherwise."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Guten Abend, Guts Man. Is it time for your evening rant already?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man heaves a loud sigh. "Ah. Where is the Megaman this fine evening?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Hahahaha, yeah beat me up, that's real funny loser boy."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Cain transmits the sound of sighing.

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Strapped to a table, Doublemint."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Care to take his place?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man lets out what sounds like a weary and halting laugh. Then he chokes slightly.

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits, "We guess it depends on whether or not you're there."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Strapped on a table? Geeze, whoddya though..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Tch."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Being probed by Dr. Light no less."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rock groans. "Gemini... you have Wilyworld back. Now shut up or I'll be happy to take it back and level it this time."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger transmits, "Of course I am. So is Dr. Cain."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Chairs, tables, whatever. It's all good fun, yes?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "..How about I just level it anyway Rock?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rock transmits, "I think we should do that as a grouip Magma."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "You couldn't level a lump of sugar wussboy."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man says to Rigger: "Oh. We don't want him. Give us a second one of you." And to Megaman: "Oh, good. You DID do the right thing. We knew you wouldn't let us down."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Wich one, Guts? There TWO Wuss Boys now."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "I could level you Oil for Brains"

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "...Is that Bad Luck Bunny-boy I hear?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Hahahaha, you wish. A vegetable human quadriplegic could beat the crap out of you."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Don't test me."

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "So I guess the trivia contest is right out."

[Radio: (F) Public] Magma Dragoon transmits, "Oh, and Fish-Boy is jumping in. Isn't that cute?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Edward Hampton transmits, "Betting cages are now open, odds are currently 2 to 1 against Dragoon. Any takers?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Why yes, it is!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "My bet on Guts. He's gonna smash that shrimp."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "..I would have to say my bet is on Guts as well."

[Radio] Transmission detected: Occupy the ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "I agree. I place 10 zenny on the automaton."

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "So much rage."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "As is mine."

[Radio: (F) Public] Split Mushroom transmits, "I bet on the dragoon."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Test you? What's to test? Yer all talk no action. Sort of like the rest of the Hunters, all of Repliforce and most of the Mavericks."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rigger responds after some time, obviously distracted, "Sorry Doublemint, only one of me. Accept no immitations."

[Radio: (F) Public] Edward Hampton transmits, "Come now, Dragoon, you failed to bring home the fried chicken. Instead, let's see you try to get us some bacon."

Somewhere on the MUSH, Bridgit Cascio has disconnected.

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Roll is more of a challenge than you Dungeons and Dragons."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Ooh, ouch."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel curiously, "Advanced Dungeons and Dragons, or Third Edition?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: Someone remind me to ... Grenade or Bomb ... ... ... go ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... Bomb ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Guts ... like ... primary ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits, "Fifth." "One's all right. You like Chinese Fingercuffs?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... weapons?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... weapon I ... after scanning their weapon systems.

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Fifth? My word, I daresay I doubt Magma Dragoon is at that level."

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I heard he's in the ReeRee program for the Hunters. Still trying to figure out what 2+2 is."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Does he even know what '2' is?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: It's a part of ... Buster system ... be ... to copy a ... ... of ... ... ... individuals. ... ... ... ... ... ... be low enough in energy ... it ... ... ... their security ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Last I heard it was something he did on the toilet."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel brightly, "Gemini knows what two is, don't you ol' sport?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I'd hope ssso."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I imagine he would, lady."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... Bomb ... ... Man's ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Which would certainly put him above this Dragoon, yes?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ....Oh..How I hate ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man coughs again. "Who the heck is calling us 'old sport'?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "What the hell is a Dragoon anyways? Some sort of Dragon wannabe?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "A dragoon is some sort of mounted warrior, if I remember correctly... which I probably don't."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "He sure got the wannabe part down."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... is ... to ... battle ... ... ... ... ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Well, you are two angry old men, aren't you, Gemini Dear? I believe you are right, Feste."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... fail. Go ... ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "How nice, for a change."

[Radio] Transmission detected: Well ... are ... ... to lose ... battle ... wits ... isn't there?

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man sounds pretty old, actually: "Well. We aren't getting any younger."

[Radio] Transmission detected: I am ... pressed ... t'ink of ... ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Neither is anyone else."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: He had help.

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Well, I heard Bruce Fury has devolved into something rather fetus-like, but I guess we can't all be that lucky."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste hrms. "How...odd."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Well I thought ... a few but maybe I'm ... being rude in my ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Odd?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Yes, odd."

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "We're older than any reploid alive, sssave Dr. Light'sss creationsss."

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Why, thank you for that bit of information, sir."

[Radio] Transmission detected: Did anyone hear us or ... ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Eh?

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Yeah, old, sure. Whatever!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Hm? Well, comparing yourself to the children and saying you are older than them isn't exactly sporting in a contest of age."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... the ... ... be ... that they ... ... You'll ... to hold ... down if ... decide ... come back.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Okay.

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "This is true, m'lady"

[Radio: (F) Public] Feste OOCly adds a period.

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits, "If that was in our direction, frankly, we aren't very sporting."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gabriel transmits, "Oh no, it was to Snakey, dear, but I thought you two appreciated sport."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits, "We guess it depends on the sport in question."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Good morning, evening, or afternoon."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Evening, actually. And good day to you as well."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh. Figures. Thank you."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Not a problem."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I have a question for you, sirrah."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ask away. My time is yours, at the moment."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm honored. Anyway. I seem to recall you telling me you were a vegetarian."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I am."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "What on *earth* made you decide to do that, eh?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "If one were to feed you meat, would you keel over and die, or was it just a personal thing?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It was a personal decision. And no, I wouldn't keel over and die, but since it's been -- five years now, I'd probably get very sick."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Tch."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "What about fish?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Fish is still meat, no matter what the Church has to say on the matter."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "But what do you have to say on the matter?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It's meat; I don't touch it."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "But would it kill you?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... No, probably not."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*cheerfully* Good."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... What in the world are /you/ planning?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh, nothing, as per usual."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Except it's a nothing that involves fish."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<sigh>"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then I won't bother asking again, because I imagine you'll get all -- touchy on me."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "You sound very unenthused, you must explain to me why-- oh, pish tosh."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<snorts> Let's say I have compunctions about things involving meat, thus the vegetarianism. And, what? It's true."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Like what?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Trying to save the animals, are we?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Ugh."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Not exactly. It's more a form of ... penance."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*blink* And how long have you been doing this?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I told you. Five years."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Heh! And try me, see if I get shirty about it."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Fine. What's this 'nothing involving fish' you're planning, anyway?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Well, obviously it involves fish."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "No, /really/?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "So, we've deduced that it involves fish. How much more do you intend to tell me?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*smirk* I will tell you as much as I shall tell you."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I am from a long line of fishermen. I figured, since you've gone and promised to teach me Russian..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... I see. A sort of skill exchange, hm?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "...exactly, why not?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I couldn't tell you. You'd best have somebody willing to eat anything I catch, however."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "You, on a boat? *laughs*"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... ah, well. That might be bad."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Indeed, I'm afraid."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Besides. I bet your security detail wouldn't like that."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "They usually don't know when I do these kinds of things."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I was thinking more of feeding you, but alas and alack."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ahh, well."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Kind of you, either way."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "That's the idea."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<quiet laugh> Well, you didn't know."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "This is true."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<laughs again, quietly>"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Hm. So, Abii-sensei, when can I expect those Russian lessons?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Whenever we both can make time for them."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh. I see."

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__/ Civilian: Feste \_________________________________________________________

Code Name: Feste

Real Name: Andruw Nisse

SN: N/A

Primary Specialty: Shakespearean Foolery

Secondary Specialty: Teaching, Music, Rhetoric

IC Email: tosk@freemail.net

Rank: 1/God of Fools

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Short Note: The Fool. The essential nonpartisan observer, utterly removed from the goings-on of the world stage. He is a strange creature, mocking the world around him and within him, all in the hopes that he will one day get something out of it, be it money or enlightenment. Mildly amoral, but always courteous. Shakespeare Man!

Education/Skills: (5 lines of your Education Background and Skills.)

Command Note: From Abernathy: he si teh sex lolololo

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Primary Weapon: Forty-Five Weapon Type: ENERGY

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[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Any time particularly convenient for you, or are you still 'unoccupied'?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm unoccupied."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Good. This weekend, maybe?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "...well... barring anything that crops up, I suppose that works."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Good."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Not very talkative tonight, are we?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Terribly sorry."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "It's been... an interesting week, in every sense of that word. I tire."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "No, it's not a problem. I was merely making an obser -- oh?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh, yes."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I see. Shall I leave you be?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "This white-haired, pale stranger decided to accost me in the Plague Rat. He ended up dragging me outside and tying me to a chair, isn't that just the most bizarre thing you've ever heard?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<drawls> Rather. Shall I give him a stern talking-to about it? I think I know the man."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*smirk* If you would be so kind..."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "It was alright, until I had to explain things to Raleigh. Quite a queer little boy, that one..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "In what sense of the word, hm?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm not sure. Take your pick."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Perhaps I will."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Or perhaps you will not, and then the words will make no sense."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Which is both a failure and a success, depending on your goals."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Clarity and truth, mostly, so that would present a problem."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "You defeat yourself, sirrah."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<mildly> You think?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Yes, I do."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And tell me, why is that?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Because I am."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Therefore, I think."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Don't dodge the question."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*tiredly* Simple logic, sirrah..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<softly> Maybe."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Unless you defeat yourself on purpose out of a desire to cause yourself pain. But even then, perhaps, it is simple."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<still softly> That, too, is a form of penance."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "There's a certain line that separates penance from masochism, my friend."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes, well. You'll know when I've crossed it when I show up shirtless and offer you a chance to beat me up again."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*perks* What?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You heard me. Have I befriended myself a sadist, dear sir?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Tsk, never!"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then why the sudden interest, hm?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I find my grasp of the English language is failing."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<laughs> If it was about the idea of me shirtless, I assure you, it's ... not worth getting excited over. Unless you like interesting scars. And tattoos."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Hm."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I could show you, at some point. If you're that curious."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*sounds as if he's holding back a yawn* Perhaps later..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Perhaps. ... go sleep."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*yawn* Is that an order?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I can make it an order."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm trying to decide if that's what I really want, though. Hm."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What would you rather? We sit up talking until you fall over from exhaustion?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "We could."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes, we could. But what to talk about?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm not sure. We did start out on vegetarianism."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "So we did. Curious about it?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Not really."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Having been raised a meat eater, I find it incredibly irrational."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Didn't think so. Most people aren't. -- Ha."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It does have its merits. I will say that it's also much more -- difficult to practice than a more omnivorous lifestyle."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I would imagine."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm, well. The details are uninteresting."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "By the way."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Hm?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Seen our mistress Gabriel lately?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Not recently."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Hm."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "She is a wonderful conundrum."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "She's been keeping a low profile."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "So I figured. It must not include not talking to Masters."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Keeping a low profile, I mean."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Interesting. Mm. And yes, she is quite a conundrum."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Care to share what you know about her?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It isn't all that much. I've seen her -- ah, perhaps twice?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*sleepily* One's more than two. Out with it."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Most of it I'm not at leave to relate. No sense in jeopardizing her position; she's proven ... useful. ... She calls me 'Dominic', though."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Really."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Useful indeed."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... you said 'one's more than two', you know."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "...I did?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Didn't notice. Hn."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<amused> You really can count, can't you?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "... Like I always say..."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I went to Oxford for the English, not the math..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... And it shows."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*dryly* Takk."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Excuse me?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Takk? Means thank you?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ahh. What little I can guess about Norwegian is based on my knowledge of German."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Hva behager? /German?/ Oh, please..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Tsk. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. It can be ... useful."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "What? German?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "It's *not* Norwegian, and as such I wish you luck in understanding..."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Er, understanding Norwegian, of course."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<observes> Do you always get this incoherent when you're tired?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm less incoherent in Norwegian."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Just don't make me speak Japanese."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Or Italian. Then it just gets bad."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm, well. Japanese, I know."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Not when it's coming from the lips of a tired nordmann at 1 AM."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "That late already? You should take better care of yourself, dear Fool."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I should, but then, so should you."

The approximate IC time is: Fri Jul 04 03:12:19 2216 GMT

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, no. My life doesn't matter that much."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Whereas you are the Director of Interpol, and I am the Fool. And I matter more?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes."

.

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Should I be flattered?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Or worried. Both work."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'll try to go for both at once."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh my. Apparently my math is worse than I thought. It is, in fact, 3 AM."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Always amusing."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Hah!"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Either that, or I just plain can't read."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And you were an English major. Poor man."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*as brightly as one can be at 3 AM* I can read French and Italian! It's just the Roman numerals that give me problems..."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*muffled chuckle*"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Your clock has Roman numerals, hm?"

Abernathy (lilo) pages: omfh, feste, you're STUPID at night.

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) hugs anyway. X)

You paged Abernathy with 'Why yes, it's easy to play the Fool at 1:30 in the morning...'.

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) dies dies dies.

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "...thank God, apparently it does not."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<laughs>"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Roman, Arabic, who cares."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "There IS a difference, albeit slight."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "They're all the bloody same as far as I'm concerned... *Yes, trying to pretend he did not just slip up. Really badly.*"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "They all stand for the same damn thing. And none of it changes the fact that it is three in the bloody morning."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Three thirty, actually."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And no, none of that does. Feste. Andruw. Dear Fool. Go to /bed/."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "What/ever/. Oh, fine, if I must."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'll come tie you to another chair if you don't."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "But that'd be hard to sleep in."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Tie you to a bed, then."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "That's an interesting prospect, sir."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mhm."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "But strictly for your own good."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Supposedly."

.

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Alright, alright, fine. I am going to retire. Good night!"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Or morning. Good night."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "One of those two... *click*"