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WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

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I haven't gone out in it. You?

I'm thinking I should've grabbed one of those umbrellas.

And let it whisper sweet nothings to you under the patter of rain?

If I needed sweet nothings I'd just call you.

Hah. Glad to know you have me all figured out.

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Maybe not all the way, but I like what I've seen.

You've been seeing the pretty parts, it's true. Other than brief forays.

That counts for what I've seen, don't it?

It does. Are you at least somewhere dry now?

Found an awning. Having a smoke to see if it lets up.

At least there's an apartment you can go to if you're tired of wandering. I keep thinking how they could have just let us be homeless until we got our feet under us.

They certainly seem like they're trying to make good on the whole "helping us out" angle, though I still ain't buying it.

It wouldn't be the first time something like this happened in my life. But that doesn't mean it'll be benevolent every time.

You mean the whole snatched up and dragged somewhere else for your own good thing?

Yep ;) That's how they do Gifts in our Kingdom.

Now you've got me curious.

Gifts are powers, abilities, that some people have and others don't. Some of them get you a free education, or occasionally spring one on you with multiple guards marching you away. It all worked out for the best but it was very alarming to a ten year old who thought he'd been sold into prostitution. ...Ah, my phone really didn't want to accept I was typing that word, that's strange...

The phones think they know better sometimes.

You thought they'd be selling you out when you were ten?

I was raised on the streets, my man. I knew I was beginning to age out of the "sympathy alms" bracket my caretaker had been using me for.

That'll do it. Guess it's a lucky thing that you're Gifted.

A very lucky thing. I really only had a limited time before illness or drink would have robbed my singing range from my voice, Gift or not.

Was wondering how good you were with that instrument you were carrying around. So you got a gift for playing it?

I do, though that wouldn't be enough to get me taken into the Collegium. I've got the Bardic Gift—I can influence people with my music, essentially.

Really now. How's that work?

I don't suppose you've heard of other Gifts? Empathy, or ThoughtSensing, or MindSpeech, or anything else?