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[bestofall]

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.


Art by switalia

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2 of 2, about an hour later

[bestofall]

Just where on his house did you paint the message?

[compellingstatement]

On the street, directly out front?

[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.]

[bestofall]

How subtle and complimentary!

It's not there any longer.

[compellingstatement]

[Disappointing, but not unexpected, he supposes.]

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?

[bestofall]

Say no more; I shall find out.

[compellingstatement]

[Jon just assumes the cat is going to go nosing around and counting guards.]

Right.
Let me know.

[bestofall]

[Ultimately, that is more or less what he ends up doing.]

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.

[compellingstatement]

[There's something viscerally satisfying in that knowledge. Not... that he wants Festival casting cantrips that might get him arrested.]

Good to know it made some sort of impression, at least.
Maybe they'll think twice about rewriting our memories after this.

[bestofall]

One can hope and dream.

I'm getting out of here. Look after yourself.

[compellingstatement]

You, as well.
Thank you for checking, Festival.