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[For those who know James well, this post is unwontedly casual. His hair is tied into a neat queue, but the camera hits at mid chest, low enough to make it clear that all he's wearing is his shirt. Which, while acceptable by modern standards, is hardly the normal standard of dress. No vest. No coat. No cravat. Randolph would be absolutely scandalized.

Except --]

It appears Professor Lyall has lost access to the community. He maintains all his memories of it, but is unable to view or post any messages, on any appropriate device.

[James seems very calm for someone making this announcement, but that might be because there's silk brocade curtains visible behind him.

They do not have silk brocade curtains on the Dutchman.]

Alexia, could we borrow your device to try? I doubt it would make a difference, but there's no call not to be thorough.

Comments

[glimmerous_fop]

Oh? Give him my best, Herr. Looks like you've been pretty busy.

[chapter_behind]

[wait what do you mean busy DOES KLAVIER KNOW?]

I'll send him your regards.

[glimmerous_fop]

[Depends on what you think Klavier knows.]

It's been a while since I've heard from him, I was beginning to wonder about his present status.

[chapter_behind]

[That he and Randolph haven't gotten out of bed in a week.]

I'm sure he will find his way back somehow.

[Because if he doesn't, James will absolutely die.]

[glimmerous_fop]

[Oh yeah, he knows sexcapades when he's confronted with it.]

You seem to be more optimistic this time around, but if he doesn't...it looks like you still have access to him and his world. That's not so unusual.

[chapter_behind]

[NO. THEIR SECRET HAS BEEN REVEALED.]

Ah -- well, I've spoken to him since he lost contact, and the others from his world have not disappeared this time.

[glimmerous_fop]

[You mean that was a secret? Klavier would have to laugh at that one.]

I'm referring to the curtains...and your state of dress actually. Are you sure you've only just been speaking with him?

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I beg your pardon, Mr. Gavin, that is entirely inappropriate.

[...Accurate, but inappropriate.]

[glimmerous_fop]

Just making an observation. You need to give me some latitude, I come from a world where inappropriate is absolutely appropriate and people are just not that shy. That's why mardi gras is so much fun.

[chapter_behind]

I really doubt your world is entirey as permissive as you seem to think.

[glimmerous_fop]

Women flash their tits for beads. We have strip clubs for men, women, and anyone in between. I live in California...we have S&M clubs right here in Los Angeles, it's where I go to check out the latest. Talking about what goes on in the bedroom is no big deal, it's encouraged sometimes.

[chapter_behind]

Well, it is not encouraged here. Please stop.

[There's a flicker in the corner of the camera -- Randolph moving into the frame, and biting James's neck before wandering off. James turns terribly red.]

[glimmerous_fop]

Heh...Kind of difficult to do that when it's something that's so obviously in front of me. That's a good color on you, by the way.

[Wait, he just ripped off a Greed line.]

[chapter_behind]

Have a good day, Mr. Gavin.

[Flustered, closing down now.]

[glimmerous_fop]

Is there no way we can get along?

[There's nothing he can do for that.]

[chapter_behind]

[La la la GOING NOW.]

[glimmerous_fop]

[You're just no fun at all, are you Jamie?]

[carriesparasol]

Of course you may. It only makes sense to try all available options.

[chapter_behind]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[...Hold on, he needs to convince Randolph to... you know, wear clothes.]

[carriesparasol]

Not at all. Simply inform me of when you intend to inspect the device.

[chapter_behind]

Yes, of course. Thank you.

[carriesparasol]

You are very welcome.