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[truth_is_cold]

[Open Spam]

[Today is a very special sort of day. Because Rhade also had a cursed object, only he didn't realize that it was one of his leather jackets. His plan to go to the CES is somewhat hindered by a sudden inability to think up a lie.

He's on his way there, anyway, not realizing yet that how exactly the flood has caused this. He knows that he needs to check up on Ben, because whatever was happening there was really.... strange. Just strange. Basically somehow candy has made Ben act slightly creepier than usual.]


OOC: So, for the first time ever on spontaneous whim I'm doing a truth thing with Rhade. He won't ramble on the network but if he runs into someone he will.

Comments

[Spam]

[inhistorybooks]

Hell. [Trip runs his hands over his face, confused and overwhelmed and still pretty angry with whoever was responsible.] Sorry, that's... a lot to take in.

[Spam]

[truth_is_cold]

Understandably. There's a lot more coming out of my mouth than I expect. But this ship was badly affecting her and it was for the best if she returned home.

[Spam]

[inhistorybooks]

Do you know why I left?

[Spam]

[truth_is_cold]

She couldn't take it anymore. Neither of you could. This place is a cesspool, ranging from torture to mind control to rape. [That's blunt honesty that Rhade would have said without any flood effects.] The difference between this and fleet service being that you are completely helpless to do anything about it here.

[Spam]

[inhistorybooks]

I don't know what to say.

[But he definitely sounds appreciative, even if he's still floored and confused and just. He really doesn't know how to handle it.]