You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.
[It's a more reasonable 6 AM on the 3rd when Jon texts Festival. The cat comes to mind only because Sasha is still out, he doesn't feel like Martin or Peter will indulge him, and he's still anxious about the argument with Tim after Daphne.]
Would you be able to check something for me? I wrote something in paint outside the Creator's mansion. I'd like to know if it's still there or if they managed to get rid of it overnight or of some people are going to see it. Currently in prison.
Jon Sims I cannot imagine why you would possibly be in prison. I shall travel to the Creator's home forthwith to find out whether the no doubt uplifting and encouraging message you left for him remains on display.
[He'll send along a photo. It's not the best quality in the darkness, but the words are clearly spray painted across the front sidewalk outside the Creator's mansion.]
It's amazing how efficient they can be when it's something that disparages their hypocritical ass of a leader. At least tell me they've felt compelled to increase security?
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Would you be able to check something for me?
I wrote something in paint outside the Creator's mansion.
I'd like to know if it's still there or if they managed to get rid of it overnight or of some people are going to see it.
Currently in prison.
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[He'll send along a photo. It's not the best quality in the darkness, but the words are clearly spray painted across the front sidewalk outside the Creator's mansion.]
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It's not there any longer.
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It's amazing how efficient they can be when it's something that disparages their hypocritical ass of a leader.
At least tell me they've felt compelled to increase security?
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Right.
Let me know.
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The place is CRAWLING with guards. A fellow can't so much as breathe a cantrip without someone taking notice.
I'm afraid I cannot carry on your good work.
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Good to know it made some sort of impression, at least.
Maybe they'll think twice about rewriting our memories after this.
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I'm getting out of here. Look after yourself.
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Thank you for checking, Festival.