- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[lurings]

Hey Doc, still insane?

[ yeah, that was almost ruder than her text to freddie. is he????? she'll find out. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Are you not my congregation?

[lurings]

[ bless his god complex soul. ]

Yeah, Doc is like when people use Yahweh instead of the Lord's name.

[ most blasphemous child tbh. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Oh my god (oh my Chilton??), it works.]

Then I am the Doc in the machine. I never required to type things, as a deity. You are denoted in this device as Abigail Hobbs. The martyr-knight and the seer were looking for you.

[Passing on the messages.]

[lurings]

I think that you can think really hard and it will type it for you?

[ she's pretty sure there is a telepathic feature to it, but she was drugged and hospitalized when it was first explained to her. ]

I was missing for a while. Now I'm not.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have persuasion over mortal cars, at least.]

[In other words, he's worried that he'll be made a fool of, thinking real hard at this communicator.]

So you're newly returned to this dimension? Is that correct?

[lurings]

Correct. I'm staying with the

Martyr-knight.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Of course.

You must be exhausted from your recent trials. Shall I pay you visit, mortal?

[lurings]

[ UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. ]

I'm not sure you should waste your time on a boring mortal.

[ na...iled it???? ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

One might think you're some essential to humanity, given the fanfare over your parting.

[lurings]

It was misplaced fanfare.

Actually, your godliness, what would be really great would be if you see any of those posters around with my face on them, could you use you phenomenal cosmic power to throw them in the trash?

[ she's going to regret calling him 'your godliness', she can feel it in her bones. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I might indeed. I could certainly use imagery for my upcoming temple.

[UH OH...]

[lurings]

What do you mean?

[ !!!!!!!!!!!! BAD CHILTON. NO. she's gonna hit him with a newspaper. bad god. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Every god needs his place of worship. You can be the iconic vestal virgin.

Or is that presumptuous?

[lurings]

It is.

[ even if it's true. ]

I don't want to be an icon, I want the posters in the trash, not in your temple or whatever.

[slightlyoffchilt]

A god does not negotiate!


What about posters of your male human companions?

[lurings]

I don't think Will would want posters of himself either.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Once more, your amount of male human companions surprises me.

[lurings]

It's not my fault my friends are predominantly male!

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your friends as well as your assailants, too. Isn't that right?

[lurings]

Seems to be.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That is probably most of your tragedy.

[lurings]

Men?

[slightlyoffchilt]

And whatever it is that you mean to men, yes. They will all have a slightly different definition.

[lurings]

And this is why I don't want to be your vestal virgin. Unless you're trying to attract only men.

In which case I'm still not doing it.