Checking in.

[citizenmoore]

To mervinmcginty:

Hopefully your flight went fine. Apparently I'm presently wanted for disturbing the peace, and the inspector's still leaning toward me being out of Lorena Station says I'm not disturbing it. Still, probably best to lie low. Might end up flying with you come spring with Damian. Depends on how he's feeling.

To citizendamian:

Your family's safely on dry land again. Your mother wrote some very long letters for you. Do you want to deal with them right now? I'll be back at the apartment tomorrow, I fear, since there's some things to deal with.

The Cafe Theatre is - artistic. I'm sitting in here going trough the mail / newsgroups. Do not check yours with the sound on. There's still some disturbing material being posted.

To Public:

Back on Paris IV. The Cafe Theatre has a lovely view at this time of year.

Comments

[citizenmoore]

Oh really? Are the mechanical chickens required to set the mood or merely accompaniment?

Private:

Price of getting involved. I suppose I could talk a little, if there's interest. ... Please tell me you're not a student and your professor didn't set this up for you?

[stubbornlittleshit]

I'm about eighty percent sure they're some sort of metaphor for industrialization. Maybe. ...The Cafe gets thirty percent of the box office, so...

Private:

And sometimes prices can be dealt with, vanish if they're big enough threats to the common good, or a thread unites people who have common enemies around. Oh, there's definitely interest. And no, no, DEFINITELY not.

[citizenmoore]

It's certainly an ambitious play.

Private:

Well, at the very least, there's a lady with a green striped blouse who's enjoying a lunch. She'd be interested to complement the establishment.

[stubbornlittleshit]

It IS, isn't it? ...Are the pigeons some symbol of freedom or...

Private:

Green Blouse. you've got it.