Private Contact (Foolish Mortals Archive)

[keyofimagination]

If you need to contact The Narrator, all you need to do is call out for him and he will appear in your proximity within a few moments. You don't need to worry about whether he heard you or not; he hears you.

Comments are screened for privacy. After all, what narrator would go around revealing everyone's secrets?

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[anasty]

Oh, I see now. You don't like me.

[ She moues, briefly feigning hurt before moving back to something more sly. ]

Well, since we're being honest, I don't much care for murder myself.

It's so final.

[keyofimagination]

[He folds his arms, clearly not impressed.]

Might I ask if that's a threat?

[anasty]

On the contrary, darling! I'm trying to reassure you.

How awful it must be, for someone with no taste for murder to have to watch this.

[keyofimagination]

[Somehow, he's not feeling very reassured.]

You become numb to it when you have witnessed murder for as long as I have.

[anasty]

So what?

[ She turns fully towards him now, pushing herself back into his space as if it were always hers and he just her tenant. Maybe she can't touch him, but this close it's hard to escape her inspection. ]

If you swim in a cold sea long enough, you'll become numb to it - that doesn't mean you want to live there. It doesn't mean you don't dream about the Caribbean.

So tell me, Rod, is that your end here? One last show before you can be warm again?

[keyofimagination]

[He seems really amused now as he shakes his head.]

That's an interesting theory you have there, but as I said, the reason why I'm doing this isn't important to any of you.

[anasty]

[ Hm. Ursula taps her chin, her smile only flagging down to something closed-mouth. ]

Then is there any harm in telling someone who's curious?

[keyofimagination]

I have a feeling that you would try offering the very same thing in return for my soul if I told you.

[Like, it's hardly a mystery there, Ursula.]

[anasty]

[ She laughs, amused and guilt-free. ]

Are you honestly sure that's not what you're doing already?

[keyofimagination]

[He looks equally amused.]

I've seen enough "deals with the devils" in my life to recognize a shady deal.

[anasty]

You're immune to my wretched ways! I get it!

So again: where's the harm?

[keyofimagination]

And might I ask why you're so desperate to learn about my private life?

[anasty]

Well you know so much about me - it seems only fair to wonder a little about you. And remember, "all conversation with him is confidential".

As horrible as you may think I am, you know you can't say I don't honor a contract!

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[keyofimagination]

... Very well, I suppose you deserve an answer, if you promise not to tell anyone.

[keyofimagination]

I'm doing this because I wanted to.

[And that's the only answer you're getting, buddy.]

[anasty]

[ She huffs, shaking her head. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but knew better than to get her hopes up too high. ]

So our man of mystery isn't so black and white after all! What a bore that'd have been.

Well, I'll let you get back to your voyeuring in a moment, sweetie. There's just one more thing I need clarity on.

[keyofimagination]

There is no one in the universe who is completely black or white.

What do you need clarification on?

[anasty]

Your rules make mention of spirits. How many of them are there here? And are you considered one to be one of them?

[keyofimagination]

If you remember the "preshow" video I showed, there are five spirits in this hotel. And while I have described to you as "like a spirit", I can safely say that I am not one of those ghosts.

[anasty]

I knew there were at least five. I just wasn't sure that was all of them.

[ It's a fairly paltry number to this particular gardener. A good start, she might have said, if she wasn't under threat of being added. ]

Thank you, dear. That's all for now~

[ She turns, giving a dismissive wave while she heaves herself into the tub... and sloshes a small torrent of water all over the floor. Hopefully the water-tight sealants in the hotel weren't as neglected as the rest of it. ]

[keyofimagination]

I wish you have a nice day.

[And in an instant, The Narrator is gone.]