Second Purple File

[proudambassador]

This is ludicrous.

I will not be shoved into a room full of people and expected to share a tiny room. No.

I will work. Anything, to get out of this room.

Except I will not work with animals. They are filthy creatures, and I do not like getting dirty. Nor will I clean. I am not the cleaning type, no.

I am also not built for combat. It is not my thing, I think is said. Running, exertion, wastes. All of them.

I know nothing of medicine. That would be a bad fit, yes.

There should be things left? With good housing. I will have my own room. One way or another.

[There's a pause in the writing.]

What, exactly, is left?

Comments

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

This option you did not mention to me. I do not suppose there is room for another?

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

Afraid not, my friend. Find some other sucker, and maybe you'll have some luck.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you are a sucker for the other?

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, perhaps. But he is not without things that benefit me, after all.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

That is fine. I do not think I wish to be entirely idle.

There are amusements somewhere here? Aside from the place that keeps changing?

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

As they say, an idle mind is the Devil's workshop, no? But I rather think busy minds can be just as sinful, so that may be wrong.

There aren't many amusements. There's usually things to do in the Bazaar if you like shopping and a few restaurants. If you're one for the outdoors, there's usually a few people playing around at the park, but that, sir, is not for me. There is a spa, and hot springs, which I do very much wish to check out later on.

And of course, my favorite: the shooting range.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Do they? All it takes, I think, is creativity.

A spa. There is that, at least.

Shooting. Something I will think about. I thank you.