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Who: You!
Where: The Hotel Lobby
When: Day 135

[ This time, fanmail is bizarrely. . . . bizarre. Instead of in droves of boxes, they're all presented on bamboo trees? In either parcels tied to the stalks or like, wrapped like they're wishes. Each tree has color coded ribbons to indicate which unit they're for. Also . . . .

Also the trees just line the entire lobby entranceway so you can't, like, go anywhere without addressing this. Not even just lined up, it's like a fucking forest here. There's a forest in the lobby. A forest of love (?). ]

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Are you one of those completionists? Have to see things through to the bitter end.

[Yeah, he read the whole thing, too. Unfortunately (not that he can tell that's what she's reading).

Also, he may have his missing arm back but who can tell whether it's flesh or metal or something else entirely under the long sleeve and glove]

I did, had the whole stare-at-a-car-wreck thing going on. I mean, most of it's in-character enough but I can't imagine you not knowing what you were doing science about. That just threw me outta the whole thing.

[Was that a compliment...?]

That broke your immersion?

[:3]

You were willing to let that slide? And here I thought you were a true king of nerds. Maybe you're just a jack after all...

I apologized.

Mid-story!

[Which is the more grievous offense here?!]

At least you had the decency to take me out with one shot to the head.

No point in dragging it out. Titty bullets don't grow on trees.

[Why did you go and say that?

Now he's thinking about the logistics of how you reload those particular weapons]

[Maybe you only get as many as you're born with]

[Anyway that expression makes it all worthwhile]

No. Apparently they only grow after ass pain.

[Making a grab for the fic]

I'm burning all evidence of this.

[Tries to duck out of the way and spin around him]

A fan spent their blood and tears to make this! How can you burn it, just like that?

[Goddamn, why can't you fail a DEX check or something?]

Because garbage shouldn't be rewarded!

They can do fucking better.

[i min/maxed]

A challenge! You need to call 'em out! We deserve better fic with real science. Except not too real, 'cause that's boring.

I deserve better than being an Azzy lackey! And you---

No, you're exactly the poor college student stereotype. That can stay.

Wow. You don't gotta be a poor college student to sell your body to science. What if you're just into being on the bleeding edge?

Then artillery breasts might be the least of your problems.

Didn't seem like they were much of a problem to me.

[Nemesis!]

Does anything embarrass you?!

Nothing dumb like this. It's so fake and stupid--don't tell me you're embarrassed by it. You don't think you'd really be the cutest boy in a miniskirt?

I wore that godawful skirt you picked out just fine! Thank you very much!

And you looked very respectable in it. I bet you'd get better art if you gave better fan service.

I give plenty of fan service!

And yet your adoring public is thirsty for more. You're cruel to leave them without!

If I don't leave them wanting, they'll get bored.

C'mon, Nemesis. That's the first rule of show business.

I'm just saying, you're the one who's sad because your absolute territory wasn't properly featured, so you could be taking matters into your own hands.

[INTERNAL KEYSMASH GOES HERE]

I'M NOT SAD!