#8orderline

[ravenoushandmaid]

8orderline replied to your post:hell0 world im awake

Hi.

h0w are y0u?

[turntech-therapist]

8orderline replied to your post: “Everyone on here seems hella dead.”:

I'm definitely hella alive.

Is that a fact?

[swollensylph-blog]

8orderline started following you

Hello Serket Sister! Er, well, that m8 not 8e entirely accur8, given the species gap, 8ut I nonetheless welcome you!

[thicksettherapist-old]

Huh, another mansion-dweller. I never thought I'd see the day. Mostly 8ecause my social circle is a 8unch of dwee8s from my workplace. (I really don't need to work. It just gives me something to do.) I can rel8 on the excessive amounts of food, though I'm too lazy to ever eat anything 8ut scattered 8its of junk throughout the day. Everything else is naval history shit from my guardian's ancestry. Kind of interesting, actually.

I can’t say I have much of a social circle, other than people online, but I find it suits me. Though I have to say, if you still spend time with them, maybe they probably aren’t quite as “dwee8y” as you’d want to admit. Food for thought, no pun intended.

I also can’t say I know much about anything naval, though it’s nice to know you at least have some sort of food supply. Mother seems to keep stocked whatever necessities keep the only meals in this house from being pure desserts. It’s an appreciated gesture, for various reasons.

[thicksettherapist-old]

You realize that was a joke, right? I don't want to sell jack shit. I like my shiny things. That, and I'd 8e ultim8ley too lazy to ship them out of my mansion. Nevertheless, thank you for providing me with something to do, meaning chatting. Do you have any idea how 8ORING it is to live in a huge mansion 8y yourself?

Ah. Well, sentiment breeds value, I suppose.

So she didn’t know. Interesting.

To be honest, I suppose I don’t; despite having my own manor to myself most of the time, I tend to enjoy the solitude. Granted, most of the physical space is taken up by dubious technologies, excessive food items and grandiose wizard statues, but I’m certain that’s all normal in some strange interpretation of the word. It’s not entirely lonesome, but.

At any rate, I don’t blame you for being frustrated by it. It’s a matter of taste.

[thicksettherapist-old]

Damn, and here I thought I could get another sucker to 8uy a 8unch of useless golden knicknacks. And yes, we are strangers. The name's Vriska, Vi for short. (In case you can't see it since you're not following me. I don't mean to 8e o8noxious for once.)

She froze for a moment, tilted her head slightly, and rested her hands on her keyboard. That was…huh. For a few seconds, she thought to herself, before leaning towards her computer screen and actually checking the other girl’s provided information. Same quirk, same adoration of that one particular shade of blue, but most definitely human, blonde and pale. If she didn’t recognize Rose’s handle, then maybe she didn’t know who Rose was? There was an odd sense of responsibility surrounding the heavyset young lady as she mulled over the possibilities, but eventually she shrugged it off, opting to wait and see.

Well, then, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Vi. My name is Rose Lalonde. I’m afraid I don’t share much interest in golden knicknacks, but I suppose I can’t blame you for wanting to peddle them. I’m sure somebody out there is foolish enough to drop money on worthless trinkets.

[thicksettherapist-old]

You there. Talk to me, I'm 8ored.

I suppose I could take a moment of my time to converse with a stranger, provided the topic isn’t any sort of sales pitch or religious sermon.

And provided I’m correct on the “stranger” comment, as well. Have we met?