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[neveraskedforthis]

[ This is a video post! But you don't actually see the scruffy guy talking this time, aside from maybe parts of mechanical limbs and a trail of cigarette smoke—yeah, some cyborgs can pull of tricky feats like broadcasting what they see with their own artificial retinas. Cool shit. He seems to be looking outside the window—not a whole lot of festive decorations in the street, phew—, so probably nothing interesting here for you guys, which means you're more or less forced to listen. ]

So, Christmas. Doesn't seem to be a big deal in this time and place compared to 21st century America, which I'm actually kinda grateful for. Bigger problems, after all... [ Because wow Christmas sure sucks when your family is dead and you don't have a partner. ] Bet the majority of you don't even know what it's all about. Personally I just care about eggnog right now -- and so should you if you like having something good to drink.

[ Priorities. Adam's downplaying this a lot but he still got a select few people gifts... speaking of gifts. ]

Oh yeah, I think somebody forgot this at my place...

[ And with this, he means a black lace C cup bra, which he's dangling in front of his own eyes. ]

Unless this is supposed to be a gift. I'm not sure what to do with it. Might wanna come here and pick it up before I get rid of it or give it to someone else -- it being Christmas and all.

[ Adam sounds remarkably indifferent despite the implications. He's so gonna get spanked for this and that's actually exactly what he wants AHEM. Anyway, there's a private text message tacked onto this later—for Vanadi. ]

You too.

[ Yeah, just that. ]


(( ooc: also, linking Adam's CASIE permissions post again c: ))

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[neveraskedforthis]

There's not much of a market for it here though, right. [ a beat. ] Unless you don't mind working with little girls.

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[asskickersunite]

Well, funny thing about that. I got yanked back through time after I got blood in my belt buckle. Used my skills to help a group of people overthrow the demon assholes threatening them.

In the Age of Metal, music could actually hurt or heal people. So next time you see my guitar light up the night like I did with those fuckin' zombies? You know why.

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[neveraskedforthis]

[ .... what is it with using music to fight shit we're not in a disney movie. first ranka now this. ]

.... I'll keep that in mind. Not really into Metal, though, I've already got enough of that.

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[asskickersunite]

You mean all that shit you were rambling about when you got drunk as hell?

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[neveraskedforthis]

[ oh right that happened. ]

... Yeah. It was a joke, nevermind.

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[asskickersunite]

No, seriously, what was that all about? I've heard some people ramble about some crazy shit when they're drunk. Hell, I went on about meeting a psychic ostrich that hopped through people's psyches once.

[A beat.]

Don't ask.

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[neveraskedforthis]

[ uh

um. WELL it's a good opportunity to distract from himself. ]

What if I did anyway? Sounds like a story.

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[asskickersunite]

It's not much of one. Just had a bit too much to drink with the band, told a few stories, guys had some good laughs out of it. Had a hell of a headache the next morning.

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[neveraskedforthis]

Psychic ostrichs, though... that's pretty special. Must have come from somewhere.

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[asskickersunite]

Just being really drunk, I guess.