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GODDAMN TEST DRIVE MEME

1. COMMENT WITH A JOURNAL OF A CHARACTER YOU'VE THOUGHT OF APPING/WOULD LIKE TO APP AS THOUGH THEY'RE ALREADY IN CNC
2. TAG AROUND WITH NEW JOURNALS OR OLD!
3. APP THEM ALL NOW!
4. NOBODY IS EVER LATE EVER
5. LINK THIS POST TO ATP ADS YOU POST LATER
6. RECYCLES THIS TEXT ALWAYS
7. HAVE FUN

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[cursedwithagift]

She'll come. She doesn't get paid unless she comes.

[also she's his frand. :c he shakes his head, this time slightly more emphatically]

So you can keep that. It's fine, really.

[onetouch]

I hope she... does. But she hasn't arrived yet. I've been watching the Network for you.

Unfortunately it's very rare for two people of one world to enter the City at the same precise moment in time. [He tilts his head and tries to forget about pie. BUT WHO DOESN'T WANT PIE IN TIMES OF DISTRESS this mystifies him.] I.

I'm Ned.

[cursedwithagift]

[he shakes a pamphlet at Ned, eyebrows raised in the sort of expression that he uses when explaining things to those who might be mentally unstable]

Ok. Ok, fine. But whatever it is you want, I'm not going to do it. No murder investigations or looking into kidnappings or finding missing rolling pins. So, please stop following me.

[onetouch]

Murder investigations...? [Ned's curiosity is even more piqued.] I wasn't following you. I wanted to welcome you to the City. Do you need to sit down?

[cursedwithagift]

No, I need to get this finished. [a sweeping gesture towards the pamphlet rack] And I think you might want to try welcoming someone else. Anyone else.

[onetouch]

[Ned hovers just slightly behind Adrian. He has his own contact and spacial issues so he's just going to, stay. Where he is. Pie box awkwardly in-hand.]

You're the only one here at the moment. [a beat] Do you need some help?

[cursedwithagift]

Yes. Always.

[the answer is correct, but there's something about Monk's tone as he begins shuffling pamphlets around again that implies the meaning of it is still wrong. it feels too all-encompassing to just pertain to this moment, this building with this strange man breathing down his neck]

[onetouch]

[Ned frowns, watching the other man rearrange pamphlets, wondering if anyone else had ever paid that much attention to them, even the person who's job it was to replenish them. He knew what...obsessive habits looked like, and he heard the self-deprecation in Monk's tone.]

As... important as this is, Mr. Monk, I do think you should rest.

[cursedwithagift]

I can rest later. There's plenty of time.

[he has a scheduled time to sleep, after all, and there's no reason to let a little dimensional uprooting get in the way of his schedule more than it has to. besides, he can't leave the pamphlets this way. they'll bother him for the rest of the day.]

[onetouch]

[Ned nods and takes a few more steps back.] I'll just wait for you to finish, then.

[cursedwithagift]

Please don't. [because wow does it make him nervous]