Logfile from M3

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` Prove yourself to me, you say, a skeptic waiting for a faulty word -- a sole mistake -- a lapse of timing. I release your arms to show you trust, to make the miracle, to will the rain, to part the seas, to press the wine from water. But without faith, I am nothing -- to demand is to deny. For an instant, you will see me, as I flicker from your eye. And without faith, I am nothing -- to demand is to deny ... o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` So I ask you -- prove yourself. Make me believe that you are whole. o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` Interesting how you watch the night and look right through me -- facing the sky when I ask you why, you look right through me... o/`"

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

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

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And how do you fare, dear Fool?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` The trick is to keep breathing. o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "One of those days, hm?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "We all have them."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*softly, sort of singing it on the side to himself* o/` ...like a pagan, to anyone who will take me to he~eaven... o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` To a place I recall; I was there so long ago ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*switches melodies* o/` All around the world, statues crumble for me... o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<amused> I'm sure they do."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*mock-sigh* You quit playing just before the good part."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'm sorry."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I forgive you."

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

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "You're welcome."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Is there anything else I might do for you as a humble penitent?"

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'll let you decide. Surprise me."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I could always tie you to a chair again. ... o/` and as you hold your eyelids shut, the buttermilk will boil to blood -- and onyx black, the net of sky falls to reveal the light beyond ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "But that might hurt, and what would it teach you?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Nothing, particularly. And the thought doesn't amuse me as much as it did the first time."

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

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` Sitting in polarity, poised against another me ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*after a pause* o/` The angels smile when you're praying, but the devil laughs when you lie, and some things they go without saying, when tears fill up your eyes... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` Why do I do the things that make me sorry? Why do I do the things that make you cry? o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I don't know. Why do you? o/` Stop me if I let my tongue spew fire; kill me if you cannot reach me. Stop me if I'm doing something dire; kill me if you cannot teach me. o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*wistfully* I should hope not. That would be unfortunate. *F puts on a nice Texan accent for this piece. It's only appropriate, we suppose. Or maybe he's just trying to be funny.* o/` Now the words from your sweet lips and the looks from your sweet eyes are lessons that I study day by day! Each day I pick up something new, each night I learn a thing or two, but how can I learn anything when teacher's gone away? o/`"

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*cheerily* Oh! I made you laugh! I win!"

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "What do I get for winning, Mr. Abernathy?"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... What would you like?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'm not sure. I see this as one of my greatest shortcomings."

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Well, I take that back."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I want a lot of things."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "And what do you want /most/?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I want... security. Financial and otherwise. To be entertained and entertaining. To be loved. To go to Paris."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "In no particular order."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<murmured> Rather an interesting laundry list, sir."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Oh! I want nice clothes, too. One can never be without an excellent wardrobe."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm. Security, to entertain and be entertaining, love ..."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Clothes and Paris."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Don't forget those."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh yes. Nothing I can't handle."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Ooh, really?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Maybe I should add some things to the list, then."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Come now. Don't get greedy. You already know that 'love' thing is difficult for me, and Paris will be hell this time of year."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*airily* Pfft. If you really loved me you wouldn't complain."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "If I really loved you, I'd lock you in my apartment so you'd stop getting outside and hurting yourself."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Haven't you ever heard of the expression, 'if you love it, let it go'?"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Although I confess I do like your apartment."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes. Whoever said it was an idiot. And you like my /couch/."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Couch, apartment. Same difference."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Most philosophers are idiots."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes. That would be the point."

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

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

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` I've had enough lonesome in my education... I don't want to study anymore... how to make it through a barroom door. o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` And now I pray you'll turn your thoughts in hopes of flight ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*F is just happily singing, apparently to himself. Leave it to him to go off and do his own thing.* o/` ... put me in the hospital for nerves! And then they had to commit me! You told them all I was cra-zy! They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, goddamn youuu! o/`"

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... I won't ask."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` Ohhh, I'm not sick, but I'm not weeeeell, and I'm so hoooot, 'cause I'm in he~ell... I'm not sick, but I'm not weeeell, and it's a siiiiin, to live so weeeeell. o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "Sorry. The Muses, you know, they're incorrigible. Sing this, play that, write me a bloody epic poem..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, you do epic poetry, too?"

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

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` Yes, I came into your house with a cloud before my eyes; and I stand the morning after with your screaming in my head. Well, your bedroom closet was open so I thought I'd step inside ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I knew I should have changed the locks."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "o/` And the scales on scales sound like the hissing of the snakes ... o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "o/` Can I be changed... or am I the same? o/`"

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*rather sudden and quietly* I wish you weren't so far away."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Call me, and I can be anywhere."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "*sighs* I -- would, but I should probably be off. Things to do..."

[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Then take care of yourself."

[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "I'll try. Please do the same."

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