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[jericoded]

Is this really it?

[The half-incredulous tone of a guy who is obviously gearing up for an impassioned speech of some sort, but still valiantly fighting the urge.]

A handful of paperwork, [and here he holds up his own file folder,] a mark on the wrist, and an assignment to placate us?

[Someone's vlogging, because as he walks past a nearby burn barrel he tosses his file into it and doesn't even watch the sparks fly up as he continues on his way. Something about symbolically burning the whole damn thing down to the ground comforts Markus enough that he moves on from suggesting outright revolt. For now.]

I'm not moving into a stranger's home, so no one living in De Chima #004 has to worry about a new roommate. And if anyone would like to be a dating app developer, the position is currently up for grabs.

Anyone of a like mind, I'd appreciate your perspective.

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[grandtheftequine]

They should've given you a job on television. [ His amusement drops into an eyeroll. ] My assigned job was a poor fit, too, but luckily, no one gives a shit if you go or not.

[jericoded]

It didn't seem like it. I imagine these places get a lot of no-shows.

[grandtheftequine]

It really makes you wonder if some government bureaucrat is just bored and means them as a joke.

[jericoded]

Humans need to eat. I suppose having ready shelter and income is a relief when you don't know where you are or how you got there.

[grandtheftequine]

Sure, but some of the assigned jobs are just bizarre.

[ Markus's use of the word "humans" almost doesn't catch his attention, but it occurs to him a moment later. ]

But you don't seem too concerned with needing food and shelter, yourself.

[jericoded]

I'm not. [GET YA ROBO ANATOMY LESSONS ELSEWHERE] Sounds like you aren't either, if you think that poorly of the assignments.

[grandtheftequine]

[ Oh, he's been getting PLENTY of robo anatomy lessons, thanks 😎 ]

I didn't exactly turn my nose up at furnished accommodations, but I found my own means of income as soon as humanly possible.

[jericoded]

Doing something less bizarre?

[grandtheftequine]

Something I'm better suited for, at least.

[jericoded]

I'm sure. [touche]

Know anything about a David Klein? [Not even going to lock this]

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan raises an eyebrow. ]

We're acquainted. We were both recently brainwashed into thinking we were Egyptian gods and he tried to destroy Maurtia Falls. And he's one of only a couple imPort lawyers.

[ He states both of these facts with the same even tone of voice, like none of that was weird whatsoever. ]

[jericoded]

[A brief, brief second of processing-]

You enjoy doing that, don't you?

[grandtheftequine]

Doing what?

[jericoded]

Hazing newbies.

[grandtheftequine]

I haven't even been here that long myself, and that's just current events!

[jericoded]

Thanks for the heads up. [Maybe the smug looking grin is just his normal face]

[grandtheftequine]

[ It is. ]

No problem. Why do you ask, by the way?

[jericoded]

I got a job offer. Thought I might get some opinions. [and also currently download every post he's made into his robo brain]

[grandtheftequine]

You interested in working in law? [ He raises an eyebrow. In his experience, legal work is largely boring as hell. ]

[jericoded]

Not in the least. [More interested in the kind of person who would offer than he is in taking him up on it]

Maybe I'll backpack across Europe. I hear that's a thing people do when they've no idea what to do with themselves.

[grandtheftequine]

I think they make you get permission from the government for that, unfortunately. But if you manage, I highly recommend Ibiza, Monaco, Amsterdam, and Mykonos.

[jericoded]

Sounds glamorous. [Are you a rich boy? Who has the money to travel like that? -okay Carl does, but Carl is also rich.] If I do go, I might pick your brain if you're amenable.

[grandtheftequine]

I'll tell you all about it over drinks sometime.

[jericoded]

[a moment of silence for markus' sanity]

...I'll pass. Thanks anyway.

[grandtheftequine]

[ Logan frowns, raising an eyebrow, and looks for a moment like he's going to say something, but it passes and his expression eases after a moment. ]

Your loss. Look me up if you change your mind.

[ His contact information pings to Markus's phone—name, number, and neighborhood. And with that, he terminates the connection. Ball's in Markus's court, if that's the way he's gonna be. ]