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[royalpassport]

We're all stories. Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine.

(Preferably over tea.)

Don't forget to start with "Once upon a time..."

Comments

[sweetlies]

Murder. Torture. Revenge. Nothing pleasant, at least nothing most people wish to hear.

Wonderful. Shall I meet you there, at communal housing, or elsewhere?

[royalpassport]

That sounds like the kind of story that becomes a bestseller, actually.

That cafe you mentioned. We can meet there. Where is it?

[sweetlies]

Not where I come from, unfortunately.

One moment, I'll send you the address.

[A few minutes later, he'll forward the address and directions.]

--> action?

[royalpassport]

[ He almost responds that his story might not be much better-- widowing, beheading, and 28 years of psychological torture up in heeeere-- but Jefferson decides to keep that to himself. Whatever story he tells anyone will be heavily abridged, anyway. ]

It doesn't sound like you come from a particularly pleasant land.

I'll be there soon. Jefferson's the name, by the way. I'll be the one in the purple scarf.

action!

[sweetlies]

Ciel. I'll be wearing an eyepatch.

[And he'll head out, bundled comfortably, entering the cafe and looking around for a purple scarf. Hopefully Jefferson won't overlook him among other customers.]