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[He won't even bother wasting his time showing his face or voice. Text is a lot faster, gets the message through without revealing himself.]
I hope you're all enjoying your stay on Fantasy Island as much as I am. I still haven't gotten my wish for the largest whirlpool bathtub and all the chili dogs I can eat. I'm hanging in there but I'm starting to lose my patience.
Got some questions and having them answered would really boost my mood.
How high does the tech run here?
Who else is kind of freaked out by the locals?
[audio/text]
Sounds like a great deal.
[He'll just. uh. take your money. Thanks. It's going to a good cause. Really.]
Oh man, I'm not sure if I want to ask. What's stranger than shape-shifting blue kidnappers?
[Good thing this is text. He doesn't think he could've acted through that one without slapping himself.]
[audio/text]
We can meet later and talk it over, if you'd like.
[Good faith is not something she just hands out to everyone. She's a businesswoman at heart, you know.
And then-- well, she pauses.
Stranger than shape-shifting kidnappers? Oh, you know. Her father betraying her, her world being turned upside down... but that's personally strange, and in the grand scheme of things barely holds a candle to those other notions.]
I'd have to say the fact that no one here's ever heard of flying bison's pretty unusual.
[audio/text]
Well. I can't say no to a date. You can tell me all about that flying bison then.
You got a festival you want to go to?
[audio/text]
[audio/text]
Look for a red hood.
[audio/text]
[And with that, she disconnects. She can do smalltalk, but it's not really her comfort zone, and holding any such conversation with someone who's stalwartly sticking to text seems... a little weird.]