#onewillemdollars

[guiltmotif]

why are you so many ex's Lol. Haha. .....

i don't know. why are You so annoying.

[yesterrp]

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[irvinnie]

@onewillemdollars

Irving has never owned a cellular device before, but if it's anything like the computer at his workstation - anything like the phone that Milchick got to walk around with, back in the other branch - then it stands to reason that this, too, is intended for work use only. While he's not sure how he feels about that - he'd very much like to use it to attempt to make contact with the others - he's willing enough to lie low for the time being and therefore leaves it be. It's useful enough to observe, he supposes. There's a feed of messages, constantly updating, and one can only assume they're coming from the other... workers? Test subjects? Whatever they are. The purpose of it, he's got to figure, is inter-department communication. So that's nice.

But evidently not all of them share the sentiment that these things are best kept professional. After the sixteenth nearly-identical image in a row of some brunette man with a shirt that's most definitely far out of any company's dress code pops up, he finally figures he ought to at least somehow attempt to dissuade it.

[ IrvingB ] -> Excuse me, but are you aware that your images are being sent to my mobile phone? [ IrvingB ] -> And everyone else's, for that matter? [ IrvingB ] -> I'm certain you've a private server you could be uploading these to.

Was that too harsh? He gives it some thought before sending another.

[ IrvingB ] -> Excellent grasp of lighting.

[gospinego]

@onewillemdollars liked for a starter !

JUST ABOUT THE ONLY THING THE SPINE COULD DO HERE was walk around aimlessly. They had taken his guitar , so he couldn't do the one thing he was programmed to do. Without being able to perform , he was left . . well , restless , he supposed. So he had taken to exploring the place - which led him to Sunset's End. And good god , he wished this was the place he had ended up in. The sight of a vast desert with sand sprawling far and wide was better than he ever could have imagined.

HIS EXPLORATION LED HIM TO THE SKYLINE SALOON , which looked like it came right out of one of his favorite Westerns. As he walked into the place ( awkwardly bending over to fit through the doorway ) the first thing he noticed was everyone's heads turning to stare at him. It wasn't something out of the usual , being a Robot and all. A hand stiffly raised to tip his hat , and he moved to the unoccupied end of the bar.

THE BAR STOOL WAS A BIT TOO SHORT FOR HIM , but he supposed that sitting down would make him look a little less imposing. As he gave his order to the bartender , just a water - thank you , he noticed a man slide onto one of the empty stools next to him. Gears whirred as he turned himself slightly to get a better look at the man , before turning his head to look at the bar around them. While most of the strangers had turned their gazes away from him again , a few lingering stares remained. ❛ Let me guess. You came to tell me to leave ? ❜

[memoryzones]

@onewillemdollars liked for a starter !

He's sort of just been.. standing here for a while. It's all so overwhelming; he's not even sure how he should get places - everywhere's so huge in comparison to the office. He has a goal, at least - get to Glacier's Peak, find where his key goes, and.. figure out what needs to be done from there. A deep inhale is given - the idea of approaching someone, speaking to them and having them see him, acknowledging that this is real, this is what he is now, is terrifying. But he can't just stay here forever. Slowly, he picks a figure out from the crowd - there. Brown haired, confident stride; the picture of someone who knows what he's doing. He approaches, clears his throat behind him, and asks -

"Um - excuse me - would you know how to get to... Glaciers Peak? Equinox Avenue.....?"

[guiltmotif]

@onewillemdollars

Nick's dead-set on catching the first train out of here the second he steps out of the building he'd landed in.

(Not at all happily and hardly voluntarily, mind you, but he felt inclined to be the bigger person and walk out before he was driven to strangle his weird little kidnapper.)

Train to where, exactly, he's not sure. He's got a house key, though whether that's actually worth trusting is... debatable, at best, and god if he knows where the house even is. It's almost certainly too much to hope that they'd just drop him off back in Georgia, or, better still, somewhere even further away. Iowa, or something. He could be a halfway-decent farmer, he's always thought. But the whole long-term life planning thing has kind of gone up in smoke as of late.

Doesn't take too long to find a train station, in any case. It's not getting there that's the problem. No, the problem is that he can't step into the place because there's some fucking idiot standing in the doorway taking selfies.

One would be irritating. Two, excessive. But Nicholas genuinely stands here for at least half a minute watching the guy take several dozen selfies at the exact same angle, making the exact same dumbass expression, before he finally reckons that some people really are this unbelievable and raises his voice.

"Any day now."

[yesterrp]

hello! i'd like to app in my oc, willem sprunghart, without prior reserve! app can be found under /app, thank you!

Thank you for completing your paperwork in a timely manner! Now, let's see here…

The eccentric figure takes back the clipboard and reads through your answers carefully, somewhat flustered at the direction eye contact and lipstick stain.

"So straightforward - well, I'm sure if we meet again, maybe I'll consider your offer. If it means anything, I think wings would look great on you. Until then, we must part, and I must send you to SUNSET'S END, a faction tucked away in the desert's depths and just out of the law's reach. Charisma will be your friend here - try to not get caught up in too many shady trades!"

With that, they hand you a gift bag containing the following items:

A house key for DEVIL'S LOOP 302

A palm-sized cellular device, complete with access to the internet!

A singular wrapped butterscotch. Enjoy!

Any other notable items you had with you upon arrival have been confiscated by the Rekindler, as have your abilities. Sorry about that, and welcome to your new home in New Yesteryear!