trinkett | Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

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Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

Dear Fellow Residents of Luceti,

Wouldn't it be entertaining to put on some Games here in Luceti? Not that the Cultural Fair wasn't amusing, or any of the other activities going on here -- but true gladiatorial games. The pitting of one creature against another! Think of the thrill and drama and the release that goes along with that sort of entertainment! And here in Luceti we are ideally suited for a very exciting Games indeed.

Who would you sponsor or volunteer for this entertainment? Or would it all be...

[There is a pause here.]

Pokey-mans? I find human beings MUCH more interesting to watch, personally.

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"Three or four," she guessed. Maybe there were even more than that. She should never have made the suggestion in the way she did. "I assure you, it's all under control. I've the Malnosso looking out for me, for one. And this dog..."

She would have to see about the dog soon.

"Effie, babe. The Malnosso don't look out for anyone. But me, Jack Horner? I'll take care of anyone that decides to hunt you." When it came to someone he could get consistent sex out of, he could be very protective. It would be endearing if it wasn't so terrible. "But I have absolutely no idea where you'd get a dog."

He could be her Peacekeeper, then. It was comforting but Effie wasn't about to let on about that.

"Very well -- a suitable arrangement." As for the dog: "Aren't there just....dogs? Around?"

Weren't dogs things that were just sort of there?

"Somebody probably already owns them."

"This is so inconvenient."

"It's a sad life we lead here in Luceti, Effie. We could always find you a nice wolf cub. Maybe you'll luck out and it won't chew off your hand when it's full grown."

"Ugh. Even YOU, Jack?" Never in her life has she had so much talk of physical violence against herself. Not ever.

"Hey, I like your hands. They're small and adorable. That was a cautionary warning!"

Well, combined with the compliments, that was...alright. "Fine. No wolf cubs, then. I shall request a dog from the Malnosso."

It would have to smell good, never poop indoors, and not shed all over her gorgeous wardrobe.

"A big one," she decided. "That likes me."

"Does that mean you'll be going on a mission, Miss Trinkett?" Jack remembered a time when one could simply ask for things from Bil and receive them. That time had passed and now Jack was doing his duty. He would extend his help in procuring a dog, but he was saving up for a television.

"I've been thinking of a mission for quite a while," she admitted. "It seems like a good way to get a feel for the Organization. Plus, I want to start saving some points."

"Good thinking. What sort do you think you'd do?"

"Not combat, of course. Something organizational, maybe. Administrative."

"... I don't think they have anything administrative, babe."

"Or something....research. Ish."

"Just don't get so wrapped up in it that you forgot about poor old Jack back in Luceti."

Said the man who just left his poor old Effie alone in Luceti for a week.

"Says he who deprived me of his company for a week!"

And really, these days? Jack's company was the most comfortable she had in this place. How sad.

"For a good cause, babe! I'm halfway to getting a television!"

"You can be SO---!"

What was that word she was thinking of again?

"... incredible? Amazing? Heroic? Badass? Achingly handsome?"

"CONFOUNDATIONAL."

It wasn't even a word. It was a word Effie had to specially make up for Jack Horner's ability to be achingly infuriatingly amazingly incredibly sexily jerkwadish.

"Con-foundational? Does that mean more than foundational?"

"It means I think you owe me a delicious steak dinner."

"Hm. I'd consent to that. And then you can have me as dessert."

"Is that the sound of a man with very high expectations?"

Of course she'd have him as dessert. Probably covered with whipped cream, no less.

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