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Jul. 13th, 2018

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[After finding a new communicator in a mug and seeing that it didn't have a username registered... Lucifer figured he could try actually talking directly to the station, without the proxy of Kira.]

Good Evening, Reverie Station.

I have been wondering something that is not immediately relevant. How many of you believe in God? Or in Gods? If you do, do you worship them?

Conversely, do you believe in Hell? Demons? The Devil?

I realize this is a lot of questions, and I apologize, but it would be quite nice if you would satisfy my curiosity.

One more question- for those faithful and those who are not, how would you react, should you meet someone that turns out to be the First of the Fallen? Whether you believe or not, let's say in this hypothetical situation that you do.

Jul. 8th, 2018

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⚜ open - ( un: belmont )

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[Trevor hates this technology. He yearns for simpler times.]

Straight out of the Gresit catacombs!
God shits in my dinner once again.
Where is the local bar?
I need a soft bed and hard ale.


[He'd woken near a bar but stumbled past it in a daze. Unfortunately. For everyone, obviously. Everything around him was metal and there weren't any windows. Where was all the fresh air? The ground. Why was he wearing horrible gray-green overalls. They did nothing for his complexion or chiseled jaw line.

The network briefly gets an up close shot of his face as he taps the device at his wrist. It's there and gone again.]


Right.
I'll come back later.
Let me know if you can find some beer.


[Or tell him what's going on. Priorities.]