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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ERIDANUS SUNGAZER.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 099.23.886.00

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<Archmage> Hello, this is Eridanus Sungazer.
<Archmage> In the event I am currently unavailable, please leave a message.
<Archmage> I will answer back, promptly. If I feel you are worth the trouble.
pendulumentertainment: (happy)

< Monkeyboard >

[personal profile] pendulumentertainment 2020-08-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
uhhh hello? is this the right thing? uhh its me- monkeyboard. or yuya here and ready to learn poker! (and how to lie... maybe)
pendulumentertainment: (Smile playful)

< Monkeyboard >

[personal profile] pendulumentertainment 2020-08-12 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
uh idk my way around much yet. only just got a place to stay so... maybe a park? somewhere open so i can yell your name-- or sit there ehehe
pendulumentertainment: (Smile playful)

< Monkeyboard >

[personal profile] pendulumentertainment 2020-08-12 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
uh like- if i couldnt find you... eheh anyways!! im really new here but it seems like time passes the same as it did in my world so wanna meet on the week end? : D maybe i can bring along tsukikage, he may wanna learn stuff. though its hard to tell with him
pendulumentertainment: (Default)

Re: < Archmage >

[personal profile] pendulumentertainment 2020-08-12 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
that works great!! im sure if i get lost tsukikage will know the way
hes been here a while โ•ฎ(๏ธถโ–ฝ๏ธถ)โ•ญ

terribibble: (welcome to my laboratory)

<teslacoils> forward dated a little bit to after Hawkeye officially announces the school

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-08-28 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hello! I know we haven't formally met yet but my name is Dr. Fiddleford McGucket and I'm the other math teacher. And physics and general around-the-house sorts of things, but math's the relevant thing.

[He figures he doesn't have to specify math teacher where. There's only one monster-organized school. It's not rocket science.]

I figured I'd reach out to you now so we could get some ideas together for lessons. Best to be on the same page going in.
terribibble: (this is how i took my SATs)

<teslacoils>

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-08-28 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Between the 'Greetings' and the 'Lord-Magister' it's like one of the characters from Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons just stepped out of the core book and punched him in the mouth. Thank goodness he's used to this kind of thing by now.]

Weekends are my free days, but my workshop can run fine without me there if it comes down to it. I'm free after 6pm Monday to Wednesday and any time before 7pm on Thursday and Friday. Odd hours, I know, but it pays to accommodate for folks who can't be out during the day.

If you don't mind a little walk outside the city proper I have what I like to think is a comfortable living room. We could do dinner?


[That's how you get on someone's good side, right? That's southern hospitality 101. Invite them to your house, feed them. Great start to a relationship.]
terribibble: (i'm out i'm free)

<teslacoils>

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-08-28 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Red. On the drier side if you're really looking to butter me up.

I'll pencil you into the calendar for Saturday at six!


[He means that literally, too, if he didn't keep a planner he'd never actually be able to keep his own schedule straight. He's gone through so many notebooks in four years.]

Also I ought to mention by 'dinner' I don't just mean 'someone's arm on a plate'. You're not a vampire, are you? Should I avoid garlic or anything like that?
terribibble: (simply don't know can't)

<teslacoils>

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-08-28 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The man that answers the door could not look more different. For starters his shoes aren't dusty since he's not wearing any. His brightly-colored snake tail stretches down the main hallway behind him because in his own house he cares a little less about taking up a minimal amount of space. Who's going to step on him, his husband?

His beard is maintained but clearly graying, as is the hair tied back into a bun and fastened with what unfortunately appears to be a scrunchie. At least it's a simple black color, the same as the open blazer he's wearing, which is fantastic because it means nothing is competing with his shirt. This is a friendly meeting and all but this is his turf and he can afford at least a small power move. There's nothing more powerful than a shirt that loud.]


Hey there! Glad you made it out here alright.

[He considers holding out a hand to shake but notices the jacket and wine tucked up where they are and thinks better of it. Nobody likes having to juggle things. They'll have time for that when they're in and settled.]

Come on in. Coats go on the hanger to the right if you want somewhere to put it.

[He slithers back a little to free up the doorway. There's a hell of a smell coming from down the hall, something meaty and spicy.]
terribibble: (you cant knock that boy over)

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-09-03 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a lot of things about Fiddleford that people don't expect if they first meet him over text. Text really does not get across the full experience of Fiddleford McGucket.]

Oh, sure. McGucket Labs over in the business district of Bavan. We started out doin' small appliance repair but now that there's more hands on deck we're branchin' out to programmin' and things like that. Can't compete with Liewen so we might as well piggyback on their tech for profit, right?

[Technically he could totally compete with Liewen, but it seems unwise to try. They're too entrenched and the monster population depends on them too heavily. Making a different brand of computer would require setting up an entire second network considering the current one is 1. magical and 2. proprietary. One little lab just doesn't have the infrastructure for that, especially when every other month there's some disaster that necessitates extensive repairs. That really eats into the budget.]

Here, go ahead and put that wine down in the dining room-- right to the left there. I'm not goin' to make you carry it around all night. We have about, oh, five or so minutes left on the chili.

[Sure enough there's an open archway to the left that leads into a dining room. There's a long wooden table in it but only chairs arranged along one side and at the ends. Fiddleford is his own chair, after all, and there's a lot of him. No point to moving them out of the way every time they have company. It's already set with two places, but perhaps a lot less silverware than Eridanus might be accustomed to. In the center is what looks like an old water pitcher that has been filled with sprigs of rosemary. Fiddleford has always been a little more inclined to nest than Marco and that means the house has taken on a lot of his decorative sensibilities, and a lot of those happen to be Quaint.

Right now, of course, he's needed in the kitchen. It's visible from the dining room through yet another archway and has a similar feeling of being at once more modern than a lot of Ryslig and yet not strictly modern. The cabinets are all a rich wood, there's a brass pot rack hanging from the ceiling, it's a whole look.]
terribibble: (simply don't know can't)

[personal profile] terribibble 2020-09-14 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The pants problem was one that used to bother Fiddleford a lot too, at the beginning. There was never really a good solution to it. Oversized clothing might have draped down far enough to make up the difference, but he's not a child wearing his big brother's hand-me-downs anymore. Skirts crossed his mind, but he's just too firmly entrenched in 'man from the seventies' to be comfortable in one. Ultimately nobody can tell where his junk is unless he directs them to it, so he's resigned himself to just pretending it's a non-issue. He barely even thinks about it anymore. Most people are wholly distracted by his awful shirts anyway.]

Oh, a little of everythin'. Beef -- no human it this time. [He could be convinced in future, but then it gets into the logistics of butchering up a whole person and where would he put the leftovers and y'know, it'd just be a whole thing. The way he eats usually cuts out that kind of prepwork. He doesn't have a freezer equipped for that kind of meat storage yet.] Onion, garlic, green peppers, tomatoes, a whole mess of beans. Spices, but I'm not tellin' you exactly which, that's a family secret.

[The secret is it's basically all of them, a lot. And moonshine, but that should have cooked away by now.]

I had a run-in with gnomes once. Awful little critters. Real sharp teeth.
godofthemachine: (* Hey kid I'm a computer)

<0100000101001101> - The morning of their Cube date

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2020-09-15 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, Eridanus, I just don't see the point in us fighting at the Cube. I do like you quite a bit and I do not want to hurt you. How about we meet at a cafe instead and chat?
godofthemachine: (* Robot arms)

<0100000101001101>

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2020-09-15 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I am so, so sorry for what I did to you. Truly. It was completely unfair of me.

If you want to get your revenge, then I will let you. I won't fight back.
godofthemachine: (* My hateful pillar >:[)

<0100000101001101>

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2020-09-15 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Wonderful! It will be my treat.

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