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hey tower!
so, i know all of you are still reeling from that wicked party willow and aradia threw a little ways back.
(and it was awesome, you should be reeling.)
but do you know what?
there's going to be another party soon, and you all are invited. oh yes.
floor four, this friday -- that's three days from now.
all you gotta bring is yourself and a desire to PAR-TAY.

also, this friday is my birthday, but i totally understand if you can't find presents.
i mean, i don't know about you, but disembodied heads really aren't on the top of my wish list.

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well, it's not like it's mandatory attendance or anything!
if you don't like parties you can always steer clear.
i mean, the time and the place are right up there, just avoid floor four on friday.

I already know that you shitheads aren't going to show up at the foot of my bed in the morning and drag me to the party, but thanks for the incredibly informative notice anyway.

What I'm trying to do is figure out what the hell everyone's fixation on fucking parties is; thanks to you I'm starting to think it's just that most of the people here are severely brain damaged.

[Whew, this person is just as bad as the trolls. Time to take a different approach.]

ok, just making sure.
but if you don't want to bother with any of these, i don't see what the problem is!
mind your own business.

I'll do whatever the fuck I like, thanks all the same. The problem is that it's looking more and more like I can count the number of people capable of doing anything more mentally strenuous than tying their shoes on one hand, which (surprising, I know) is kind of shitty when you're trying to do something besides party all night and get the fuck out of here.

I hope I didn't use too many big words for you. Repeating myself isn't really on the agenda.

screw you, i've seen much worse than that.
anyway, just because all of us don't want to sit around and brood all the time doesn't mean we're stupid, or that we don't want to get out of here.
i think basically all of us do.
and i'm pretty sure that people have tried to do it before!
besides, what do you think this is going to do?
for example, you could be using this time seeking out the people who are 'advanced' enough to help you out, instead of arguing with me.
or learning some common decency.
either one would really help your cause, i think.

Sorry sunshine, but I save my stock of carefully collected manners for people who actually deserve them. Unfortunately for you you're not one of them and I've got all the time in the world. I can keep riding you all day and still get more shit done than you.

But hey, don't let that stop you. Keep trying to make me feel ashamed for calling you out on being a useless fuck, it's a great read.

yeah ok, you have a schtick.
suddenly i feel so, so ashamed for taking up some of your valuable non-time.
then again, if you're here with me, then i would assume that you've already got all your work done and we're going to be out of here in a matter of hours.
so what time is it going to be, huh?
when can i mark my calendar with "masked troll hero rescues us all"?

[THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF BUTTHUUUUUURT

this is intensely gratifying considering that it was next to impossible to rile up her John. justice is so very very sweet.]

Half past dipshit o'clock. I'd give you a location but you'd probably be too busy planning your third party of the week, right? Wouldn't want to mess with that, so I'll just mail you a postcard when I get back to my original universe.

[YEAH BASICALLY. Egbert here can't resist a good pawn hat, and he could argue about nothing like this all day long. Even without timey-wimey powers. ROSE.]

now that's just stupid in so many ways.
seriously, think about it for half a moment. it makes zero sense.
anyway... sure!
i look forward to your postcard.
then at least i can sleep at night knowing that someone else has to deal with you, intolerable temporal prick that you are.

[YES GOOD VENGEANCE WILL BE HERS]

I'm only matching my answers to a level you'd feel comfortable with. You've got nobody to blame but yourself if they don't sound right.

But hey, I'm feeling nice and I'll let you in on a secret. Out of everyone back in my original universe, I'm the most level-headed. Spooky, isn't it?

how am i supposed to mend my evil ways and understand your vastly superior point of view if you never teach me?
i'm desperate.
show me the light.

Not my aspect, sorry. You'll just have to keep blundering through life filled with the despair of being unable to better yourself.

show me the time, then.
i don't care.
make me your disciple.
teach me the holy and impeccable ways of higher thinking.
i pledge my soul to you, heroic anon.
help me.

Anon? Holy shit, really? There goes any chance of you being tutored in the ways of temporal sustainability. Have fun wallowing in the stupidity you brought down on yourself.

well, i never got your name, red text jesus.
entimen me.

If you can't even give me a good guess I don't see any point. What's going easy on you going to do? Even people with only two working brain cells need to exercise them now and then.

[Challenge accepted. There's a small but noticeable wait between Rose's response and this message. She's talking like she knows him... why?]

oh, i get it.

[He's seen someone like this before. Dave Lalonde, likes to be called David. Another spawn of the weird alternate timelines, Dave if he had been raised like Rose had. Red text, capital letters, uses big words to prove her point -- but brags about it. And has Time powers, probably played Sburb too. Suddenly this makes a lot more sense.]

rose strider, right?

Ding ding ding, we've got a winner. I hope that you didn't hemorrhage while coming up with that answer, the guilt would just kill me.

[Which means that this is all bullshit, too. John smiles to himself; all trolls are just the same, aren't they?]

blood's spurting out my ears as we speak, rose.
your razor tongue has cut my two brain cells into pieces.

[wow shut up John this is as sincere as it can get SHE IS A FULL ON BITCH OK]

Shit, there goes another one. I really need to learn how to bitch responsibly, the body count is starting to get ridiculous.

[Ok Rose. Ok.]

give them a few days.
soon enough they'll rise like the living dea

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Well, what do you know. The conversation just got ten times more interesting and all you had to do was drop dead.

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Sorry, I'm the only one in my session with a fully working one. I'm pretty much honor-bound to keep it so nobody goes banging into spiked walls or something.

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