Nineteenth Manifesto [Voice]

[proudambassador]

There is quite a lot of stress here, no? We have many new people since I have offered, so I am thinking that I should be making the offer again.

I am an Ambassador. My work, it is to negotiate. If people do not see eye-to-eye, there is most certainly a solution that makes both equally miserable, hm? I jest. But solutions, they can be found. I offer my help. You need only come by the my little casino during the day, or my little house when it is evening, and I will do what I can. This boredom, I do not enjoy it so much. I would welcome a change.

Just do not come too late, hm? I do enjoy sleep. It is a pleasant escape from the bunnies and other creatures that wish to eat me.

Comments

[Voice]

[touching-rust.livejournal.com]

I l-l-like your voice, it possesses a ssssoothing timbre.

You were perhaps an ambassador in the Great War? Uwah! Fancy that!

I think your name is Miraim Tuftsprout.

[Voice]

[eatingurshoes.livejournal.com]

An ambassador, hmm? That certainly sounds useful in a place like this!

[originalprodigy.livejournal.com]

Why are you joking about misery? That's not funny.

You told that absurd creature that your name is Londo Mollari... Where are you from, Londo?

[shadedsunlight]

I think I'll have to remember that service in the future.

How have you been? It's been awhile.

[bunny_flower]

Negotiation might just be the ability we need right now, Londo-san.