Dingsi @ Dreamwidth

Context-ish intro: I'm playing daily and with addictive fervour, my character has gotten some background and a sister via my registering a second account, I'm subscribing with both and buying Fate, AND I am roleplaying tentatively with a few other players who are, with the exception of aris_tgd, complete unknowns to me. I am also preparing a private event, intending to use the game's messaging and gifting system in slightly unorthodox ways to throw a housewarming party with the other players because my character recently acquired fancy lodgings at the Brass Embassy. I decided against the "just RP in a forum" route because that would give me anxiety and also provide zero tangible rewards in-game. I've been messaging back and forth with people. One of them - let's call them Rob - plays as a Rubbery Man, the game's intelligent but mostly unintelligible and socially awkward Squid People. Also slimy. Very slimy. Well-dressed, though. Most people dislike Rubbery Men, and devils in particular hate them. Devils live at the Brass Embassy. Where my housewarming party is. Because I live there now.

So I'm messaging Rob about the party and I'm basically like, look I know your species is disliked by most people and iirc especially by devils. But you'll get an invitation anyway, and if you don't want to have your character go, just decline. You'll get a gift either way.

Today Rob writes back the following:

"Dear Sirsh, youur lettersh arriveshd a bit latesh- I sinsherely appologishe for sthat. Regardshing sthe invitathionwurbl I fearsh devilsh show a shertain dishapproval of my kindsh. Perhapsh using sthe backwurbl-entrashe and shome dishguishe could helpsh. Inshide sthe lettersh you will findsh *the rest of the letter is covered in some lemon-scented slime. A small glass bottle is wrapped inside the letter. Perhaps thats the source of this mess?*"

I laughed for two minutes straight, in equal parts because it was a delightful letter and because we're doomed. I'm going to attempt to smuggle a Rubbery Man into the Embassy. In a disguise. Like in an awful sitcom. I'm thinking Tomb Colonist (the game's bandaged undead Mummy equivalent) with water in his lungs and a speech impediment. I'll have to serve tiny blind fish. My other guests will be confused and possibly offended, but I'm hoping they'll be too polite to say anything. They'll totally know what's up. How can the devils not know what's up? They're really quite smart. (Unlike Rubbery Men. Or myself.) Let's say they find out. What if I bribe them and say we're going to murder Rob later? He doesn't have to stay for long, I could take him into the bathroom after an hour and pretend to club him *cue gurgling shreak*, then carry him out the back entrance towards where the dumpster is. We can do this. Can we do this? I don't know if we can do this. Oh my God.

(I love Rob.)

♣ I am pleased and humbled to report that There are some things I need to tell you. has been recorded by sophinisba: you can stream it directly in the entry or download it and carry it around with you to listen to it when you need it.
The responses and feedback were (are) among the most touching experiences I've ever had. I'd like to take this opportunity to explain two things: 1. I am not replying to comments because they feel very personal to me and I kind of... want to leave the space to you, if that makes sense. 2. There has been the occasional question from people whether they are the intended audience because the writing mentions transness and they are cis. My take on it: if the message speaks to you and lifts you up or touches your heart, then it is for you. No further qualifications needed.

♣ I got sucked into playing Echo Bazaar by littlebutfierce. I love it and would like to have more friends for suspicious loitering, easing nightmares, or send them what may be a cat in a box. You'll have to have a Twitter account though so we can add each other there. (Should you be on Twitter but not playing Echo Bazaar yet, I can invite you by sending you a sign-up link that will give both of us ingame gifts and a very short storylet we can play together. Ask me for details.)

♣ I have a dishwasher now and it is the best thing ever. BEST THING. EVERRR. All of a sudden there is available space in the kitchen! Amazing. Never leave me, dishwasher!

♣ I still have my job, and a social life on top of it, and it is all very nice and unusual (and busy). Example: I went to concert and stuff! And I will go to even more concerts! With people!

♣ Longer and substantial entries will appear eventually. I haven't found a way yet to simply will them into existence. Have to try HARDER...