Eleven Purple Files

[proudambassador]

A top. I have been given a top. Is it meant to say something? This world, it spins about? Or is it just another item to go on a shelf and make me wonder what it could possibly mean? At least it is not as annoyng as the bear, no.

I have made some bids. This, it should be interesting. I much look forward to winning them. And if not, I shall simply have to visit the people myself and see how they are.

[Edited to add a short time later] My dear Stellaris, I fear I must apologize. The last bid on you, it was not my own. Many of them were. But if you are to find extra time, I would still like to spend time with you.

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[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

It was a kind of box. Apparently some people use them to pack their food. I'm not sure I even still have it; didn't have much use for it.

None of them would eat you, friend. Havoc's the only one that even subsists on meat.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

A box for food? If you find it again, I would like to see it, hm? It sounds most odd.

I am too rotund to go down their throats. My shape, it is a defensive mechanism.

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

I'll see if it turns up. You might see people carrying them around, though. Just a small metal box, divided in smaller compartments.

Well, now you're jesting with me.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And people, they store food in these?

Of course I am. I am a jest, this place is a jest, all is jest.