Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[cratetraining]

Uh-huh. So we’re Viagra. …or whatever you call the dick-don’t-work pills.

[Despite his usual vulgarity still being in effect, Roman scratches his chin with genuine thought.]

You gotta drop some fresh blood into the withered-up and pruny weave bits to get it going again. Thing is: we’re keeping this place alive, which means we can’t leave.

I don’t have anywhere to be, but somebody else might wanna see Mommy and Daddy again or go back and unfuck their own messes. You can see where planting the whole sacrifice shit in someone’s head becomes a problem.

[shieldof]

You are BRINGING this place to life, not necessarily sustaining it. Staying here indefinitely should not be required.

[don't ask what viagra is don't ask what viagra is don't ask what viagra is]

You are remarkably not incorrect. And yet the rule must remain, and we will all have to deal with it.

[cratetraining]

Ok, so we're just hanging on until the pills get into the bloodstream so to speak.

[Well, hopefully "dick-don't-work pills" speak for themself.]

Who decided those rules, Faith? You, or your goddess?

[shieldof]

My god did. As they did with the information in your profiles.