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[buckingauthority]

[Kara's had plenty to drink. Which is probably not the best time to do a broadcast. But that's just how she rolls.]

Beware of spilling secrets to cats who can write. It will bite you in the ass. We have a god in our midst, people. We should bow down to our betters and to their whims.

[She raises her mug, but then falters.]

I can't think of a toast. Give me a sec.


[Reaching forward, she switches to a private channel.]

Chell. I'm settled in and I want you to come and check out the new digs. You and me, girl. It can be our bachelor pad. We can take one more. Or two. Got any ideas who else you'd like to room with?

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[waspromisedcake]

[She's so confused right now. Cat who can write? 'Digs?' 'Bachelor pad?' What even.]

I don't understand.

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[sorcerous]

I didn't ask you to bow.

[timesbureaucrat]

A god? [Scoff.] Don't be ridiculous; there's no such thing as real gods.

Private (hiatus, yeah, but couldn't resist.)

[diziet_sma]

...Loki up to tricks, is it?

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[seesobserves]

"Life is a jest
And all things show it;
I thought so once-
But now I know it."

A bit on the nose, but then the majority of toasts are.