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[knownsomecallisairam]

My things are gone.

I don't mean what I found in the locker with my number on it - and while we're on the subject, what the fuck does this number mean? It doesn't have any meaning to me but it has to mean something beyond being some kind of identification, nothing in my life is random anymore and I don't like being tattooed with something that means something to someone but not to me, so what's the point of it? - I mean the things I had in my apartment. All of it's gone and I can't leave it there. Do you know what's going to happen when someone goes in there and sees it? They're going to take it and I haven't finished with it yet, it hasn't finished with me and no kind of fucked up science fiction bullshit hallucination I'm running through my head right now will change that.


I'm looking for paper. Parts of a manuscript, a sort of weird bundle of napkins and post its and stamps and actual paper, lots of torn pieces, you can't miss it because if you see it you'll know exactly that it's what I'm looking for.

They should be in stacks. If you see them around, don't touch them. Just tell me. Johnny Truant, 008 >> 066.

Also, if there's a fucking Home Depot or some shit aboard this fucked up crazy train to who the fuck knows where, that would be good information too.

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[birdhousesoul]

I'm sorry, you may need to be a bit more specific. The manuscript you're describing sounds almost exactly like my manifesto.

[True, Anders' manifesto didn't show up in his locker -- because there are bits and pieces of it all over Kirkwall. But he has hope he will see it again someday, or drafts thereof! And in the meantime, he does his best to reconstruct it, as the spirit moves him. It's hard to find anything like real paper, sadly.

If Johnny hadn't posted this message here, and if Anders were to come across parts of the Navidson Record in such a state, the mage would probably just turn over Zampano's pages to scribble diatribes about Chantry hypocrisy on the blank sides.]

[text] because johnny is from the 90s he doesn't understand video chat

[knownsomecallisairam]

I don't know how to be more specific, it's a fucking pile of papers that will ruin your life if you let it. If you know anything about your own work, you'll know what I'm looking for is different the second you see a pile of it.

It'll be somewhere dark, maybe. I don't fucking know. Do I look like I know anything about what the fuck I'm doing here? I just got finished fixing my room and I still don't know what the fuck is going on here.

[permavideo because Anders cannot type worth a damn]

[birdhousesoul]

[Anders repeats:] A pile of papers that will ruin your life if you let it ... no, that still sounds like my manifesto.

Look, has it got any ... I don't know, woodcuts? Eyecatching marginalia? It might help if you could give us half an idea what the thing's about.

man they are both pretty awful

[knownsomecallisairam]

The whole thing is full of weird shit. Parts of it will be torn up and burned and shit. I don't know how to explain it. You'll know it when you see it.

It's about a house.

very well-adjusted and adaptable

[birdhousesoul]

[Nope that still sounds like Anders' manifesto ... He tears off bits he doesn't like, leaves half-burnt pages in Hawke's fireplace, rediscovers a mutilated quire and decides he likes that version after all, compiles and recompiles it.

It sounds like Anders' manifesto up until the part that shows up -- for emphasis? -- in blue.]

What sort of a house?

voice.

[prayersforthewicked]

I am unsure if the information will be helpful, but the number I have been given has no meaning to me, same as you.

I wish you luck locating your manuscript. I have not seen anything akin to what you have described, though I will keep watch.

text forever, because johnny doesn't understand any of this technology

[knownsomecallisairam]

Thanks.

There's no way I have a fucking tattoo that doesn't mean anything, though.

XD permavoice, because.

[prayersforthewicked]

I imagine the numbers must mean something to someone. There would be little point in labeling us with random numbers.

[knownsomecallisairam]

Right. And I need to know what they mean.

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[amethysts]

maybe someone is fucking with you

if i see that i'll let you know big deal huh?

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[knownsomecallisairam]

You think someone's fucking with me? You think that number tattoos and missing manuscript pieces is someone's way of fucking with me? This is playful goddamn teasing compared to what I usually get. This is nothing.

Yeah. It's a big deal.

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[amethysts]

tooouchy

this ship is all about petty shit i mean did you SEE baby's first word puzzle? it's vicious and hungry and fucking retarded. my number means fuck all to me too but i figure in some ~horrible way~ it's secretly wicked important and just

don't let her fuck with you

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[knownsomecallisairam]

I don't do word puzzles so no, I didn't see it. I haven't been on this stupid thing since I got it, other than that stupid fucking welcome guide that really didn't help me. Nothing could help me right now, though, other than probably a lot of liquor that I gave up and a lot more other things that I gave up too.

Who are you talking about?

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[yardbird]

Parts of a manuscript, huh?

Something of mine like that went missing recently, too - only it was a journal. It did turn up later on.

If I find anything like that, I'll let you know.



Sorry. We're also pretty SOL on Home Depots around these parts.

[text]

[knownsomecallisairam]

Thanks.

Well, shit. Of course there's no home improvement store in a hellish nightmare. That'd be too convenient.

[text]

[yardbird]

No problem.

You'd do better to just scavenge for supplies than hope that one turns up.

[text]

[knownsomecallisairam]

Do you know where I can get measuring tapes here? And duct tape. Or any kind of storm-proofing materials.

Not that there are any windows to proof, but you never know. There's always another thing to protect.

[ video ]

[hostage]

[Wow, tweaker. Noting this one down for potential future sales.]

You, uh, looking to do a little remodeling or something?

[text, welcome to the 90's jesse, he doesn't get video calls]

[knownsomecallisairam]

I just need to measure something.

[hostage]

For what?

[knownsomecallisairam]

Who the fuck cares what for?

[fencesitter]

what, "really big and really empty" isn't doing it for you?

[knownsomecallisairam]

Really big, really empty, really dark. Not my favorite combination. Actually, not anyone's favorite combination, if they say it is then they're fucking liars.

[fencesitter]

were you expecting a red carpet and spotlights? you're in space, dude. which, by the way, also fits the big/empty/dark description.

[knownsomecallisairam]

I wasn't expecting any of this.