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[usefulanalysis]

Hello, you've reached Ema Skye! Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Have a nice day.

Comments

[psycholawgy]

[ yeah tbh she doesn't need to bust it down again ]

She was kind of against throwing water balloons at people, though. [ a sigh. ] It would've been a lot of fun.

[usefulanalysis]

Well, it is rude, you know.

[...Is she really 16?]

But I guess I can see the appeal. Did she say anything about Phoenix?

[psycholawgy]

It was fun! And it's not like we were hitting actual people. They were NPCs.

[ she grumbles over the phone. ]

She said she's in love with Mr. Wright, that's all.

[usefulanalysis]

Oh. Well, yeah she doesn't understand video games. She thought that I was crazy burning down a house in vivid.

[Ema...]

And yeah! That's right! I knew she was but if she's telling more people then maybe she'll finally fess up!

[psycholawgy]

Boss needs to do it first!

[usefulanalysis]

Well, maybe. It doesn't matter who says it first. They obviously care, but they're so fussy. Maybe we should give them a push.

[psycholawgy]

Okay. How do we do that?

[ as much as she likes meddling with things, she's never set anybody up before. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Well they don't seem to have much chance to spend time alone. So.

[She grins. And it's obvious even over the phone.]

We make them spend time together. Drastically, if we have to. Maybe even a lock in.

[psycholawgy]

You mean lock them up together?!

[ oh man, that's crazy talk! ]

[psycholawgy]

I'm in!

[usefulanalysis]

Yeah. I do.

[Can you hear the *shashing* of Nerd Glasses shining?]

We need a place to do it. Somewhere safe and neutral, nothing suggestive. Ideas?

[psycholawgy]

Um. Maybe we can just set them up on a date instead.

I really have no idea where to put them that isn't kind of suggestive. [ all she can think about is a closet, tbh. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Um. That's kind of what I was thinking? Just...a private one? Like we could put them in a room with a TV and some movies?

[Athena, WHAT?]

Or like, one of those karaoke cafes. Y'know, lock them in a booth for a bit.

[psycholawgy]

Let's not do the karaoke bit.

[usefulanalysis]

Why? I bet Iris can sing well!

[psycholawgy]

You're forgetting about Mr. Wright.

[usefulanalysis]

He can't be that bad.

[psycholawgy]

You try listening to him sing his cheesy dad songs, and then we'll talk.

[usefulanalysis]

Don't you think Iris might like them though? she's from the same time...

[psycholawgy]

You also have to consider boss' singing skills.

[usefulanalysis]

I'm sure he's okay!

[Look, Wright can do no wrong. It's in the name.]

[psycholawgy]

You're going to eat your words, Ema.

[usefulanalysis]

[scribble scribble]

Note to self. Athena thinks Mr. Wright can't sing...

[psycholawgy]

Thinks?

I know so.

[usefulanalysis]

Well I have no evidence to support the claim, but for the sake of simplicity, a movie date might be best. I know he likes popcorn. And she's never had a television before.