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un: fqvb

[sorrycharles]

Where would you like to meet?

un: goodvibrations

[franciscoramon]

[ Shortly after Charles' post on the network goes up ]

i can't read people's thoughts or feelings or anything like that but there are other things i can do.

which i don't really wanna tell you more about unless you're willing to keep this a secret. i really really don't want people knowing.

@starless

[nopeace]

[Also quite shortly after this:]

What are you asking?

un: neque-illic

[timenssecundus]

[promptly]

Hullo again… thank you for advising… desperately seeking intelligence myself—always on all fronts but particularly the here and now—I would be interested to meet, and perhaps trade intelligence if I can feasible responsible appropriate.

[meeting with an admitted legilimens probably negates any subsequent wariness, but he can practice his occlumency at least… and something of Charles's manner (or writing style, really) makes it seem like the best option he's got. Either that or sit in a corner and never move again. And… that's been tried.]

@ stacy's moms. mass text.

[fe_male]

[ the wording may not make it too obvious, but. this is a text tony sent out to every device with a connection to the network; why he didn't just make a normal update? reasoning lost to the ages. ]



u might be the one...

who owns this ring. is this urs?

un: w

[sniktsnikts]

Someone found the helmet.