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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

akas

[ The feed starts with the shot of a stand, mostly done. It's easy to tell where the lights and the rest of the equipment will be. Then it widens, showing the space around it and the tables. ]

Not too shabby, huh?

[ Jessica somehow manages to sound both smug and slightly bothered as she turns the camera on herself, eyebrow raised. ]

So for everyone that expressed interest on playing here, the date is Saturday the 17th, starting at seven. Just tell me at what hour you'd prefer to go or else I'll be making the list. Also, and because I know some people just can't make up their minds until the last moment there will be slots for Open Mic, so if anyone wants to, I don't know, do stand-up comedy or torture us with whatever people call poetry these days, go ahead, do your thing.

[ That's good, right? It's concise and clear. ]

Oh and everyone that gets up there gets a drink on the house. That's as much encouragement you're all going to get.

akas

More than a month in, and all the private eye work I could find that actually pays is digging up dirt on cheating couples, which is the biggest parallel I can draw from my own world. Good to know some things never change, huh?

I remember someone was asking about singing no the bar, so after doing some inquiries I've been granted permission to organize something of an Open Mic night every now and then, but first I need some 4-5 people/bands willing to get up to the stage (which I'm building, because fuck hiring people) and embarrass themselves. Or not.

So if you play music and you know it, and you want even more publicity, answer here. We'll figure something out.

wizzardly

[It's a nice enough afternoon that Rincewind is enjoying his lunch break at the Nonah Public Library in the library's courtyard, sat at a stone picnic table. Having made a concession for work, he is not in his normal robes (although he has his hat, of course he has his hat), but is instead wearing a blue, long-sleeved shirt patterned with gold stars.

It is a woman's blouse; he has yet to realize this.

Stacked at his left are an arrangement of books. Most have to do with languages, but a few - Homer's Illiad and The Odyssey, a book on turtles, and The Bible - are incongruent. At Rincewind's right, next to his salad bowl, is a plastic tub. It contains a bit of grass, a single twig, and one box turtle.]

Look, I've got to get this out. For a world that really doesn't resemble the Disc at all, there are a lot of strange parallels. [Rincewind taps at a notebook with one hand, feeding the turtle a bit of lettuce off his fork with the other.] I mean, that's not to say there aren't major differences, of course - this world is round, for one, and as far as I can tell it doesn't seem to rely on magic or Narrativium at all to run.

Only, look, I know about nineteen to twenty languages on the Disc, depending on whether or not you consider orangutan to be a language (I would) and you'd think they wouldn't transfer here, but they do! Or at least - [a glance at his notes] - at least twelve of them do, that I've found. To some extent. Again, not accounting for orangutan.

Anyway, they all have different names here - you lot call Klatchian Arabic, and Quirmian French, for example - and some of the vocabulary is a bit different or extended, but otherwise it's mostly the same. Odd, isn't it? Like, the fact that I'm speaking to you right now and you understand me - I know this language as Morporkian where I'm from, but it's English here, isn't it?

And some other things, too. The man in this one - [he taps the The Odyssey and stabs at a bit of cucumber, which the turtle eyes hungrily.] - Odysseus? He's someone who really existed on the Disc. We know him as Lavaeolus, and it was the Ephebians and the Tsorts who fought and did the bit with the wooden horse, there was nothing to do with these "Trojans", but otherwise it's word for word.

[Rincewind straightens proudly, and his fork strays just close enough for the turtle to snag the wizard's cucumber with deft precision.]

He's an ancestor of mine, you know, Lavaeolus. [smugly.] Not everyone can say they've got an ancestor.

Anyway, I'm droning on, but you get the idea, right? Has anyone else noticed strange parallels like that? Things that are sort of the same but not quite? I can't be the only one.

[Rincewind's teeth clack down on empty metal instead of crisp vegetable, and he shoots the turtle an astonished, accusing look.]

Oh, you cheeky git.

[the weight of this insult seems lost on the reptile.]

exceptfebruary

[ Julian seems calm and cool. He's definitely less bitter than the last couple of times he's graced the network with his presence, though he tugs at his lip with a finger. He's bored.

He's in his room, and behind him the wall is covered with dozens of calendars, including the Booster Gold Mancalendar, the Himport calendar, and the rest oddly all seem to be Fishing themed. There's also a hand-drawn Bat-symbol with a question mark next to it, and a very largely written ♍ to the side, surrounded by empty space. ]

Today is the first of May. Walpurgisnacht has passed, and replaced with May Day. It is also Beltane and International Worker's Day. I wonder if the Soviets are celebrating today.

Mother's Day is a week from now as well. I'd suggest sending out your cards now, but then again - how many imPorts can claim they have a mother here to send a card to? [ He doesn't linger on that sentiment, however, moving on quickly. It's less out of sympathy, and more that he'd rather not retread old ground. ]

Winter has passed, and spring is underway. New beginnings. New life. Are you looking forward to it? Still tending the wounds that winter wrought? Or are you already looking towards the approaching summer?

whathawksdo

[ And amidst the current madness comes a new one that is entirely unrelated.

One that just so happens to be a horse.

And as it isn't every day that one wakes up to a war horse in the backyard of De Chima #005, Hawke has taken it upon herself to go outside, adamantly point her communicator's camera at it, and ask, ]

Has anyone misplaced a massive horse? Or did I get incredibly drunk and steal one? I do admit to a hangover, but I think I would remember stealing a horse that size... or did I think it was a dog...?

[ A very large dog, but no. That's most definitely a horse. One that had been in the middle of savaging the shrubbery that separates #005's yard from the next one over, right up until he notices he has company. Now he's abandoning his early morning breakfast to turn and take a snap at her instead, great big horsey teeth and all. ]

Whoa! [ The video feed jerks as she hops back. ] Hey! You big, dumb--!

[ Please hold, Hawke is about to encounter technical difficulties. ]

poppedballoon

Okay, okay - whoa, don't move so much, Demon Box! I've got to get it steady.

[rustle rustle, whisper whisper - and then the audio switches to video. There is what appears to be the world's tallest nine-year-old on some ocean-side cliff, waves crashing behind him and the wind whipping past (perfect for dramatic effect, of course). His hat is three sizes too big for him, his clothes are dirty, and the red cape he's fashioned around his shoulders (stitched with sequined stars and glittery, gold words like 'WOW' and 'AMAZZING') isn't winning him any fashion prizes either.]

HELLO! [he raises his arms] I AM - !

[- he drops the phone. As he scrambles down to get it, it quickly becomes clear that he's not freakishly tall, just standing on top of the Luggage. In fact, it becomes clear that he's scrawny enough one of those stiff ocean breezes could probably bowl him over and into the water. (Although maybe that would at least wash some of the dirt patches off his face - this kid clearly hasn't seen a bath or a house for a few days.)]

Whoops. Er, here we go. I'll hold it better. [and his hat, since it's trying to blow away on him.] HELLO! I AM RINCEWIND THE SUPER MAGICAL!

[he pauses patiently for applause.]

As a Great Wizard, me and my Demon Box want to let everybody know that we're here to help everybody with whatever they need! We can kill monsters and bad people, or demons, or whoever! You don't even have to pay us. ...Although a snack might be nice. But you don't have to if you don't have one! Great Wizard heroes always help, no matter what!

And we're both real fast, so it doesn't even matter where you -

[there's a hard wind and Rincewind trips backwards, about to go over the cliff - !

Only he doesn't, because he's suddenly snagged behind the back by a huge, mahogany red tongue from the Luggage. The little wizard just laughs once he has his balance again, giving the box a rewarding pat on the lid.]

That was a close one. But anyway, yeah, I'm Rincewind! So just call out if you need saving by a Great Wizard, okay? I'm here to help!

hawkfire

[The feed crackles to life on the face of what seems to be your typical Southern California girl. Blonde, tan, athletic, perky. A close look at her eys belies a sort of fire there, though. A steely-eyed determination punctuated by the sparkle of promise. She's a stranger in a strange land, sure, but she's also aware that she's not the only one. More than that, she's been chosen. CHOSEN. Not as a tennis champ. Not as a childhood beauty pageant queen. No. She's been chosen as a HERO. The excitement all over her face is hard to miss.]

Hi! I'm Bette. Kane. Bette Kane. Is me. And that could probably have gone a little bit smoother. Some of you might know me as Flamebird. Maybe Hawkfire. Most likely not, though? I'm not, like, as popular as Batgirl.

[She even sounds like your stereotypical SoCal girl. A little Cher Horowitz, a little Elle Woods, a little Summer Roberts. Bright, warm, perky. A slight uptick. The excitement that was on her face a moment ago is shadowed by a little bit of self-doubt, suddenly.]

Actually, is there anyone from home here? I mean, I'm obviously new, but you know. If you've heard of Gotham City, or Metropolis, or Coast City... Drop a hey my way? I mean, even if you're not from back home, say hey. I could use some help getting acclimated. Find the hotspots for food, clothes.

Meting out justice.

You know how it goes. I'm thinking I'll brave the rain and head into the city later, but. A buddy might be nice.

So yeah. ...This doesn't sound like a Tinder or Hooq profile, does it?

[She opens her mouth to say something more and then visibly thinks better of it. Click.]

helladoomed

[It's a little after noon when Chloe turns her communicator on. She's sitting on an old white plastic deck chair, and from the look of the buildings behind her, probably on a roof somewhere in Nonah. She's in a worn old white tanktop with a skull on the front, her jeans-covered legs propped up on something, her coat hanging off the back of her chair. She's spent the morning avoiding people, not answering her texts, just...brooding. There's a cigarette between her lips, and she takes a drag off it before she catches it with her other hand, her attention mostly on the phone.]

You ever think about time 'n shit? Like, how it hella doesn't make any sense here? Like, okay, back home, before I wound up here, it was 2013 right? In October.

[She leans back in her chair, resting the phone on her leg, tilted up so all the screen really catches is her face and neck and the clouds.]

Suddenly I'm here, it's three years and a couple months later. Just, wham, welcome to the future except it's a weird fucked up cold war version of the future. And I get like, it's way worse for other people, right? Pulled from other centuries or other fuckin' planets with their own weird-ass calendars but.

Three years.

[She's not even really sure what she's going on about, honestly. She'd been puzzling this over in her head all morning and hadn't gotten anywhere, so maybe she thought rambling out loud would help. It wasn't really working.]

So here we are, right? March 11th, 2016. Shit had gone different, I'd be twenty-two today.

[She hesitates, her gaze distant, up on the clouds as she took another puff off her cigarette.]

Instead, I guess I'm twenty. Sort of. Minus a couple months. Still my birthday though. [And then she smirks, pointing the two fingers holding her cigarette at the sky.] Fuck you, universe. Chloe Price made it to twenty after all.

[She scooped up the phone again, and for a second is framed in the picture again, the camera half-covered by her thumb as she reaches for the disconnect. Her voice is quieter again.]

Didn't see that comin'.

[Click.]

wrightingwrongs

H-Hello? Is this thing on!?

[When the communicator turns on, there’s a visual feed - looking straight up at the ssky. It’s hard to tell where it is, though the shot of some buildings suggest downtown Nanoh, and what should come up on the screen but-

a… bird?

A bird, poking at the screen with one of its feet - red and yellow in color, and with a wisp of small flame trailing off its head.]

Ugh… I’m no good with electronics… can… can someone help!?

[The bird is talking at the device.]

Look, I know this is a weird story, but - I’m not supposed to be a bird! I’m a human! I don’t know why I’m a bird, of all things - but I need someone to help me change back! I have no idea if I can... but…

My name is Phoenix, Phoenix Wright, if anyone could help me, could you please speak up? I’m… usually not a bird, I promise.

[If a bird could look exasperated, this one certainly does.]

What a way to make a first impression...

mmnpcs

[When the imPorts open their comms, they will come face to face with an uncharacteristic image, ensuring that even imPorts who attempt to ignore broadcasts at large will see it. This is, after all, relevant to each and every imPort.

The image is nothing more than a black screen with white text superimposed on it: STATE OF NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

After a moment, the image will be quickly replaced by one of L. Chases, seated at her desk, hands folded in front of her. Her expression may be grim, but it is firm, and there is nothing but ferocity behind her stare.]

Attention all imPorts, [she starts off, voice crisp and clear.]

We are now in a state of national emergency. As of January 20th, the USSR has officially declared war on the United States, effectively endangering not only the people of America, but the world as a whole. In this time of need there is a strong chance we may have to call upon you, imPorts, to do your duty in protecting your own.

As a part of this declaration of war, the USSR has abducted approximately fifty imPorts, a number which may yet continue to grow. We do not yet know how this was accomplished, but you have our word that our intelligence is active and ready to uncover what form of technology could abduct you from afar.

We are currently in talks with foreign aid and the UN. Retaliation is a risky prospect, but I assure you, we will retaliate. That time draws near, and when it does, we will be asking for your assistance.

Until then, stay aware, alert, and cautious, imPorts. We cannot afford to lose any more of you, and more importantly, your fellows cannot afford it.

[And with that, her broadcast ends. There will be no replies.]

dogsled

[ The face that comes on screen is handsome, warm and charming, if a little knotted with some kind of concern. There's a point to all this, but right now he's just going to get on and talk, after kneading his eyebrow for a moment. ]

I was wondering if... I realize things have been quite terrible, recently, and therefore this question is perhaps not in the current mood of things, but I want to ask an, I suppose, unrelated question. No, I mean, I don't suppose. It is unrelated. [ He's waffling, and obviously nervous. ]

Traditions are important to all of us. I don't have many of my own. I suppose in my case it would be kinder to call them neuroses. Everything must be in its place, and if there are rules then they are there for a reason, and ought to be followed. In the case of tradition there is a certain degree of choice. You can abandon the traditions of home, or those of your parents, if you so choose, or perhaps adopt those of other cultures...

[ He's not really off topic. This is, surprisingly, what he's trying to talk about. ]

The Inuit don't really have a traditional marriage celebration, for example. Some absorbed the traditions of Christianity, over the years, but certainly there wasn't much. I suppose the kidnap of the bride could be considered a tradition but it's hardly appropriate, nor so widespread as...never mind.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is...so long as two people love each other, the traditions shouldn't matter, should they? Love doesn't come from gold rings, after all, it's only resembled by them. Although I do agree that the exchange is a beautiful tradition, it's no more correct than--an exchange of furs, for example, or the exchange of bird of paradise feathers by the tribes of Papua New Guinea.

Perhaps--perhaps it would be more comforting to know a little more about your own traditions, whatever they may be. Not necessarily in terms of the act of matrimony but...anything that would qualify, I suppose, as a relic of home. Are there things you simply have to do? Even such simple a thing as a bedtime ritual would count, I suppose.

restingstitchface

[It's been almost half a day since his release from jail, yet Crane's burying himself in research. His message is posted to the network in the evening. Oh, they may not like it, but they'll all give him an answer - one way or another - all they have to do is respond.]

Since the day you are born, you are taught not to fear. Verily, you are taught to gain wisdom you must conquer fear. There are those who like to point out that, in the face of courage, fear holds no power. There are those who like to say much about how he who hath overcome his fears is truly free. They don't say much in simple terms about the true nature of horror. They make assertions. Simple statements. Declare things to be so. You can believe in fear or you can reject it. But fear is not something you can outrun. It is within you, and nowhere at all.

You can say there is no fear. You can say there is no fear until you turn blue in the face. Your words will not change the feelings within you upon reading this message. They won't change the fact that you stand uneasy before your own terrified thoughts. And those thoughts make no difference to me. You can deny that fear exists, but that doesn't change it. Fear came into this world to teach you things. It came to keep you safe. Your own minds are wiser than you know. They know that fear is always with us; yet you never think it is an emotion you must deal with one day. You send down your eyes. You deny yourselves an awareness of its power.

There's no salvation in ignorance. There's no strength in ignorance. There's no wisdom in ignorance. Whatever fault you believe is rotting you to the core, the cause is fear. Fear does not cease to exist because it is ignored. It's settled. It's living. It's changing. What you believe of fear in this life doesn't determine how it affects you. When you all open your eyes, you live in fear. Fear is an emotion, my friends, that has plenty of patience. It awaits you. It awaits you in the morning when you open your eyes. It awaits when you close them at night. It doesn't matter if you deny it for a hundred years. It won't bother fear one bit.

Now I say unto you; the real tragedy is when men are afraid to accept their fears! For whosoever accepts their fears awakens in a place beyond his wildest imagination.

So tell me, imports. What is it like knowing I am out here? Are you frightened? Scared?

What terrifies you, I wonder. What are you scared of?

[He is the worst anon. He doesn't care. He wants reactions. Their reactions.]

pushtheboundaries

[hello, Network. we'd say 'it's this guy', but it's actually a puppy...on a desk...in what looks like an office. some might recognize it as the headmaster's office of Xavier's school; others might be more focused on the fact that the puppy has made a complete mess of the place, and is sitting on the desk like it's center stage. it's also wagging and panting happily, as if to say, 'look what I did! i'm such a good dog!' nevermind the fact that it's missing a hind leg and its other seems to be in some sort of bootie, it's adorable and so very pleased with itself and this room is going to be an absolute nightmare to clean up.

at this point, Callaghan's deadpan voice speaks;]

Would the owner of this animal please report to the Headmaster's office.

[those from San Fransokyo - specifically, SFIT - may recognize that tone of voice. that is the tone of voice when somebody is in serious trouble and their Professor is about to give them a verbal whiplashing of a lifetime. run. run for your lives, it will make no difference in the end, there is no escape.]

Thank you.

["RUFF!" PANT PANT PANT wag wag wag oh there goes the butt in the air is it time to play. the change in position is just enough to catch sight of its patterned collar before the video clicks off]

((OOC; back from hiatus - Callaghan has totally been cooped up in his office the whole time.))

justimprobable

[The feed cuts on the second the communicator hits the floor, tilting over to capture a puff of white, warm air against a rosy stucco wall. It hangs there for a second, flitting and agitated, before it suddenly materializes back into the shape of two bare feet, connected to two equally bare ankles.

And the feet and ankles are connected to one very bare, very unhappy young woman, fortunately otherwise offscreen. There's a string of muffled curses and rustling fabric, as Clara hurries to collect the articles of clothing that dropped when she quite unexpectedly evaporated.]

Would it hurt to include a bloody instructional pamphlet?

[She kicks the camera over with her toe, making sure it's pointed away from her as she wriggles back into her dress. The jumper and stockings get balled up and left on a windowsill - it's too hot for them in Florida, and she doesn't fancy carrying extra clothes around all day.]

... Well, it looks like my shoes didn't want to come back. Anyone in Heropa carrying around a spare pare of trainers today?

[The camera jostles a bit as she finally picks back up the communicator. Her face is flushed from the heat and her collar is askew, but there's hard, fiery determination in her eyes.]

If you can hear me Doctor, this would be a fantastic time to make it up to me.

hands4healing

[Not of Winry. No. You can hear her voice, though, and the camera is pointed at the ground for a moment.]

Is it okay? You don't mind if I...?

[Someone else gives his okay and Winry shows a single snap of a man holding a shirt. Like so.]

[Winry thanks him and the video feed cuts off. A few seconds later, you can hear Winry's voice again.]

It looks like RISE has fans.

[Not judgmental. Not anything. Just pointing out a fact that, to her, seems remarkably peculiar.]

tactile_telekinesis

[Kon is peering over the rim of his shades as he takes a long sip from a blue Slurpee. To some, his appearance is a total flashback to the 90s. You’re more than welcome for that. He has a fade cut, curls and one gold hoop in his left ear. Because that was cool back then. Don’t judge.

He stops drinking and frowns as he moves the device about to stop the glare from catching too much.]

You’d think in the future in some alternate world things would get better instead of worse. Where’s my sugar rush, huh?

Whatever.

Anyone got any info on what’s been going on that they’re willin’ to share?

[The view tilts slightly to show the sky more than anything and a little curl of his hair before there’s an ‘oh’ and he brings it back.]

I’m Kon.

khajidont

[OOC: This post is backdated to yesterday -- that is to say, before Batman's post on the newest volume of Crane shenanigans!]

[For once, Jaime's not looking pensive when he turns on the communicator, nor is he inside his home. He's just outside his home - which is Heropa #015 for all his lucky, lucky neighbors - standing in front of his front door. He gives the camera a singularly unimpressed look.]

You know what? I wasn't gonna say anything, but I think I have to share, because someone decided that my house needed a little improving. Check this out.

[He swings open the front door, and Journey's DON'T STOP BELIEVING automatically begins to play.]

Which, you know, ha ha. Very funny. But wait! There's more!

[Welcome to his home, imPorts, because you're getting a little walkthrough. He swings open the door to his living room, and goes up the stairs to open the doors of the bedrooms and bathrooms, though he doesn't focus the camera on anything in particular.

As he opens the door, one by one, more Journey songs begin to play.

There's a lot.

Jaime gives the screen an exaggerated smile.]

Oh, but that's not all. It gets better. [He runs back down the stairs, throws open the basement door, and louder than any of the other songs, a popular ditty by good old Rick begins to play. All of the songs are playing at once now in a blaring cacophony of noise. It's awful. There should never be so many guitar riffs in one place.]

Why is this happening to me. I can't get them to turn off! Any of them! [He points accusingly at the screen.] Wally, I freakin' know this was you! Get your ass over here and fix it!

[It was Wally, true, but it was also Mr. Tadashi Sweet As Sugar Hamada. He just hasn't figured it out yet.]

keybearing

[It starts in showing Sora in his room in one of the Heropa residences, sitting crosslegged on his bed as he turns on the phone. Looking perhaps rather uncharacteristically serious. Because he has a question to ask - again. But way more important this time!]

So. I've got a question. I can't be the only one that has come back with other powers right? Before I only really figured two of mine but now I figured a third one. Mostly. Can anyone else turn into something else? I can turn into a lion!

[No, really. And it's. Okay this is like. A really adorable baby cub. Because of course it is when this is Sora.]

I guess I figured I hadn't really asked about other people's powers much outside of knowing what Riku can do here. So I'm curious. Besides, there are new people here from last month that could possibly learn from this too, right? So it can't hurt. I'll even show you!

[Not the keyblade or his magic. But what he means when he said he can turn into a lion. Which is basically just. the cutest lion. Riku can testify after spending some time petting him when they initially figured out said power okay.

Yes, there is a rather pathetic roar attempt before he changes back to finish and turn this phone off]

So?

flightsuit

[Up on the screen is a young man with too many freckles on his face to count. He's from a time long ago, but he's grown accustomed to wearing modern clothes, with a simple red t-shirt on. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the large black dragon that rolls about on the grass behind him.]

Uh, hi there! I'm Hiccup. Some of you might know me if — well, if you're all even still here. From what I've figured out, I came here earlier this year, but uh, some sort of glitch happened and I got kind of stuck or ... something like that. Basically, I kind of left for a few months and was just kind of curious what's actually happened since I left. I mean, last I saw, there was a giant dragon wrecking things so, uh, things were kind of crazy. But I guess that was a while back now.

[He sighs deeply, recalling that, shaking his head.] If you knew me before, I'm sort of the "dragon guy" or whatever, so if someone can tell me what happened, that'd be great. I'm ... really hoping to clear up any anti-dragon views around here. Because they're not all bad! Really. It's — it's complicated, but I promise you that. But, uh, I guess that's that. Thanks.

[With an attempted smile, more sheepish than anything, the feed goes off.]

dogsled

[ After his last appearance on the network, Fraser's post this time is a little more subdued. Well okay, he's not in the middle of a power ballad, but not everything is normal in the House of Fraser this afternoon. He's dressed in his uniform, because he has appearances to make later on in the day, but predominate in the video feed is his surroundings. Stacks of envelopes to either side on the desk, a handful of jewelery in reds and silvers and golds, all with...maple leaf motifs. Then in the background flags and stacks of T-shirts and a bizarre cuckoo clock, saddle cloths, dog coats and horse blankets and even a heap of red and white bunting. All of it Canada themed.

Fraser is rubbing at his temple as he begins to speak. ] On this day in 1867, the North America Act was brought into effect, merging New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and the United Province of Canada into a single country, hitherto named Canada. Today, we celebrate June 1st as Canada Day, but only as a result of the actions of a small group who slipped the motion to rename it past Parliament, and consequently through the actions of Prime Minister Diefenbaker--

[ At this point there's a bark from off screen. ] Yes, that Diefenbaker. [ Another bark, a little meaner this time. ] No, I will not get to the point--I mean. [ Fraser faltered. ] I mean, I... Of course I will.

[ Now Fraser rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, then looks back at the video. ] Well, in any case, what I'm trying to say is that although I am of course very grateful for the passion of my fans and followers, Canada Day, despite being popularly considered to be the birthday of-- [ Diefenbaker whines again, firmly. ] Well, there really isn't any need to give gifts, and if there is anyone who would care for a T-shirt or two, or ten... You'd be most welcome.

[ Diefenbaker gives another urgent peel of wolf grousing murmurs, and so as Fraser turns off the feed he's heard to remark: ] It doesn't matter what you say, I have no intention of trading T-shirts for junk food just because you say you're hungry. I fed you less than an hour ago.

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