@C0SMICSAV10R The amorphous vapor puffs up considerably, apparently pleased with itself. "At least it's something. Thank you. That's all the validation I needed."
"Now, quick, what does this look like to you? First thing that comes to mind. Don't think about it too hard. I'm workshopping."
@C0SMICSAV10R Well now I'm spending all my time defending the big plans instead of planning them, aren't I? This is why nothing gets done around here.""
Their form loosens, bubbling outward into a hazy, vaporous cloud of glowing protoplasm.
"Wait - is this something...?"
@PoderDoSol Morph lets Roberto admire himself for a moment before their borrowed face twists into a look of profound concern.
"Oh, this was an ego thing. I thought we were doing science."
They shift back with a shudder.
"God, one of you is already a public safety hazard."
@PoderDoSol Morph narrows their eyes.
"I don't like the way you said that." But their features are already shifting anyway, frame shrinking a few inches, skin darkening, curls spilling into place until Roberto is staring back at himself.
"There. Gorgeous and insufferable. Happy?"
"Counterpoint: have you considered that I look fantastic in a cape? Seems irresponsible to let centuries of pompous men ruin a perfectly good silhouette for the rest of us."
"Historically, the cape has been a fairly reliable indicator that someone is taking themselves ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ seriously, so if anything you've complicated the assessment."
"A few days? God, what happened to money opening doors? Fine. I'll manage somehow.
Make sure they get the whole thing. I don't want to see a single letter damaged."
"Morph, the marquee is not memorabilia. It is physically attached to the Majestic Theatre and still very much in use."
He just sighs.
"You know whatโฆ just give me a couple of days."
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๐ค ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ฎ aka ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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๐ค Roleplay Account
"'๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ', oh, you are BEGGING for the tomato. Anyway, check your messages. My principles and I have reached an agreement.
I want the old Phantom marquee from the Majestic."
"You rediscover your principles every time I tell you something is too expensive, which is how I know they arenโt real. Fine.
Send me what you want. Consider it my contribution to keeping the proletariat docile."
"I was rounding down to protect your reputation. A wasted kindness, apparently. And yes, we put the tomatoes away when the check comes. That's not hipocrisy, by the way, that's called a smart financial decision.
Now buy me something before I rediscover my principles."
"And yet when the check arrives suddenly nobody has a tomato in their hand. Interesting.
Also, seventeen? Morph, please. If you're going to foment class warfare against me, at least get your numbers right."
"๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ."
I'm wearing a cape, what more do you want from me?
"You are not touching my hypothalamus. Last time I made a suggestion, you added metamorphs to what I can only assume is your murder spreadsheet. Forgive me if I'm not letting you rummage around in my brain."
No one gets to do that ever again.