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[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Anyone else 'round here get a job they can't do cause they don't know how the thing they needs to work works?





[Spot you have been here four months.]

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[truesight]

Dunno? What is the world coming to when my favorite newsie doesn't know the latest headlines? [ yep teasing him ] I just meant something a little more specific. Do they have you writing articles?

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

I know the latest headlines, I just don't know how to get them on the internet.

Yeah, that's what they want, I never been no journalist.

[truesight]

I'm not really a writer either, but- Hm.

Alright, alright. I'll head your way, and we can talk it out in person, yeah?

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Yeah, all right.

action?

[truesight]

Are you at work now? Just send me the address so I know where I'm going, alright? I'm going to look into the train schedule.

action!

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Yeah, all right. I'll see you, Bubble.

[There's an address tied to this message, too!]

[truesight]

[ it takes her a little over a half an hour to get there, all thanks to some well-timed train hopping. and she's never been to this city before, but it's easy enough to find the address he gave her, step into the office like she totally belongs there. after a few pauses of "hey, I'm looking for Spot. Spot Conlon?", she's eventually in his section of the office, tapping on his ..door? or the wall of his cubicle? who knows idk she's making herself known though yep ]

Hi.

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

[It's a door, because somehow he got an office, despite being the lowliest blog writer who hasn't written a single word since his arrival. It's a corner office, too, with a nice view.

Right now he's leaning back in his desk chair, feet on the desk.[

Yeah-oh!

[He doesn't sit up because he is Spot Conlon, damn it.]

Hey, Bubble, come in.

[truesight]

[ she's impressed with the office, but she's not honestly that shocked. Spot could definitely talk his way into getting an office like this, it makes sense. so she steps inside with only a brief look around first, pulling one of the rolly chairs over to sit at his side of the desk. nothing too space-invadey, just enough to see the computer ]

Have you just been lounging in here since you posted to the network?

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

I got coffee, too.

[He pushes a mug in her direction.]

Don't forget to see Ethel when you go, I think they gotta pay you for this.