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[prince_of_beasts]

A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

Comments

Text, Mid July

[crushed_pearls]

If you have spare time and inclination I am working on a project and would like your advice. Gonna be doing like a Freehold simulation game and my logistics skills they are shit but I can describe material reality as best I can. Gonna be asking Peter too.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri squints at the message for a long time.

What is a simulation game?
Is it like a war game?

[crushed_pearls]

Yes but just in case of translation problems here I promise this is me and not you I mean war game as in the kind you play on a table and not the kind you do to practice training your entire actual army

[prince_of_beasts]

Thank you for clarifying. I did think you meant the latter.
I was wondering where you'd find the space.

I'm not very good at board games, but I'll help however I can.

He's terrible at chess because he feels bad for the pawns.

[crushed_pearls]

Glorious think you might have this evening free? I can meet you over in Sand Dollars at like six or whenever is convenient for you and lay out the goals of the design. Whether or not it ends up being any fun is a bit of a secondary consideration though I suppose I will be a mild failure as a Spring courtier if it is not.

[prince_of_beasts]

I can meet you there at 7 after I patrol.

He is, in fact, a few minutes late, arriving with an apple and a buttered roll from Windjammer.

[crushed_pearls]

Erin has colonized three tables with this project like a fungus and is in danger of absorbing a fourth into her carpet of creative moss; most of the area directly in front of her is various notes (written in Braille, you been going to class Dimitri?), but the other tables have various half-finished buildings and other markers, carved from the thorn wood of her Hollow. Dimitri might recognize the distinctive shape of the baseball arena where the Feast of Strength was held, though from the look of the thing it's either not quite done or Erin is deliberately going for some kind of half-formed aesthetic.

There's a stylus in Erin's mouth where a cigar would go, which she's vaguely chewing on. This poor thing will not survive this treatment for long.

"Heya youngblood," Erin says without quite lifting her head, bent over her notes and writing out more even now. "Gotta get this thought out or it'll escape into the wild blue yonder, but have a look-see. Scale model of New Avalon, plus or minus some details. The ocean would abut the city over there -" vague pointing, "- and I really do not know what I'm gonna do about the bit where you can get to another major city in an hour or less for about the cost of a bad lunch..."