( limelight ) mr.duty trauma prom

[featherduster]

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[featherduster]

... Mmmm.

Okay then. If you were forgetting the rest of Forge, what would you choose to do?

[takeyoutochurch]

I wouldn't give a shit about the point system and just pick somethin' I think I could do without for a week. Like, hmm, my toolbox?

Damn that's a good one but I don't wanna give up my toolbox.

[featherduster]

If you give up the memory of your toolbox too then you won't even miss it.

[takeyoutochurch]

I ain't givin' it up, I'm thinkin' of somethin' else. I don't hear ya comin' up with any good ideas.

[featherduster]

Sacrifice smoking. Forever.

[takeyoutochurch]

NOT FOREVER!

[featherduster]

[ Summoning a sardonicism from the inky depths that is only possible for a man who has truly Gone Through It ]

Bad for your health. Wouldn't want it to kill you.

[takeyoutochurch]

Suddenly feelin' the urge to sacrifice my life for no particular reason other than to make ya mad. That'd be better than takin' a man's cigarettes away.

[featherduster]

[ S M I L E S ]

Sounds like it's worth three points to me. ☆

[takeyoutochurch]

And what're ya givin' up that's equivalent to that, huh?

[featherduster]

[ Frowns... ]

I don't know.

Everything that meaningful to me is... a person.

[takeyoutochurch]

Well don't go givin' up people just for a performance.

[quiet for a few beats]

It don't have to be the most valuable thing to ya. At least not if yer fine settlin' for one or two points. Yer Blessin's are worth somethin'. Yer visions are worth somethin'; so are yer memories. Yer sight, hearin', touch, are all worth somethin' too. Heck, even yer bedroom in yer cabin is worth somethin' since it's part of the place ya live.

I ain't sayin' to give those up, mind ya, but it's just to get that haystack ya call a brain thinkin' it over.

[featherduster]

[ He doesn't STOP frowning, but... ]

Well, tell me what you're gonna do, and then maybe I'll decide.

[takeyoutochurch]

[quiet for a few moments, considering]

Sense of touch.

[featherduster]

...

Why that, specifically?

[takeyoutochurch]

It's important enough to be valuable, and it'll be annoyin' to do without for a few days, but it won't stop me from livin' my life.

[featherduster]

Mmm...

[ Glances down at his metal hand ]

You won't be able to do your work at all.

[takeyoutochurch]

Eh, I'll be able to fumble through some of it just fine. I'll have to be careful, and that's all.

[since Aloe doesn't seem like he's complaining, Lea does go to input it at the screen]

[featherduster]

You'll injure yourself without realizing it. At least let me check your hands regularly.

[ ,,, FOLLOWS HIM TO WATCH SUSPICIOUSLY ]

[takeyoutochurch]

Don't be overprotective. It ain't like I'm gonna cut a finger off or somethin'.

[inputting his name, the captcha, his family, the captcha...]

[featherduster]

I'll do whatever I want.



There's six body parts on that list, not five.

[takeyoutochurch]

--Don't backseat captcha, I can count!

[accidentally clicks too many while arguing]

[featherduster]

--Well obviously you can't! Just let me do it, you suck at technology that doesn't have a diesel engine attached.

[takeyoutochurch]

No, wait yer turn.

[featherduster]

[ Crosses his arms and waits in the most overbearing manner possible ]