(futurology sample) network [un: sugarbaby]; training: oska

[currentdisgrace]

Hey, Leo? I'm going to assume the rubble didn't squash you?

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[un: Leo of Nohr]

[nothingbutcinders]

Yes, I've just about got her clear. I can see her glowing -- if I can get my hand on the cover, I can use a spell.

[It's obvious at this point that Leo's only continuing with the game to distract himself from the exhausting work of trying to move huge chunks of rubble around. Still, any sort of distraction does help; he's unused to this particular kind of labor.]

Is it Prince Takumi?

[un: sugarbaby]

[currentdisgrace]

Got it in one. Well, three. Same difference.

[The cork comes out; he takes a swig. And immediately spits it out.]

Eughhh! That is to say--from observing these bottles from the outside, I predict that if I were to sample one, it would be disgusting and well past its prime.

[un: Leo of Nohr]

[nothingbutcinders]

[This is, predictably, unconvincing.]

You're worthless. Maybe I'll leave you there.

[un: sugarbaby]

[currentdisgrace]

I'm thinking of another object.

[un: Leo of Nohr]

[nothingbutcinders]

No.