Mission 1 - This isn't where I parked my bike

[tony_redgrave]

[The feed clicks on to a new face, a severely annoyed and unimpressed face. The broadcast is from one of the cafe booths, because this guy just cannot sit still for long, even when he feels a lot like death warmed over. He leans over to peer unnecessarily close to the monitor, before slumping back in the booth with an irritated 'hnph!'.]

So, it does work. Well isn't that nice. I'm sure anyone watching this thing has done this little tango before so I'll cut out the pleasantries. First order of business, what's a guy gotta do to get a pizza around here? And second, great story about your little problem and all, but is there any way we can skip climbing the evil tower and go straight to the main event?

I'm late for a party back home, you see, and I'd really hate to miss out on the festivities. It's a pretty big gig, I'm sure you understand.

[This one has only the most pleasant social skills.]

Comments

[tony_redgrave]

Yeah? How's that going for you?

[Dante unfortunately is not that ambitious. He also thinks he's not going to be around long enough to need it. Boy is he in for a surprise.]

[gathersnomoss]

I can figure out the difference between relevant messages and people writing for the hell of it.

[tony_redgrave]

That's all you need in my opinion. Gonna go out on a limb and say there's plenty of writing for the hell of it?

[gathersnomoss]

Thankfully, most people will stick to voice unless they have a reason.

[tony_redgrave]

What kind of reason would there be to type anyway?

[gathersnomoss]

The written word is supposed to be more secure to eavesdropping by this enemy we're supposed to fight.