video;

[shifting]

[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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[baetiful]

If I cannot make time for the imPorts, then what good am I as an ambassador? I'm at your disposal whenever you wish to meet and would be more than happy to speak with you about this.

[ They need more responsible people to step up to prevent a potential Komasan ambassadorship. ]

[shifting]

Let's meet at the vineyard then. Whatever evening works for you - I get off at five.

[baetiful]

Would tomorrow be too short of notice?

[shifting]

No, I think I can do that. I'll meet you there.

[baetiful]

I look forward to it.