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[algoritmi]

hello̶̙͙̦͍̱̱̰͔̞͇̘̬̦̤̞̫̖͙ͩ̎͠͡͡l̵̸͖̲̻̟̮̫̠̩̞̪̯͎̮̰̘̹͉ͪ̐̄͗̍͊̽̃ͮ̀̈́͒ͦ̽̏̌ō͖̹̖̦̯̹͒̍̈͑̚ͅ ͖͕̬̿͊͋ͣ̓̀ͦͪ̃zion.

i'm afraid i come with more ̧͑͒́͜ ̈́̀͋ͣͦ̿́͘͜1́bad n̖̟̹̱̲ews. the time is coming that your people will need your help, and the vast majority of you will choose to give it. this time will come quickly and vio͔̱̰̗̮̞ͤͦͦ̊ͩ̕͜lently and without warning shots. it will seem disconnected from the deeds of neo decades ago, and the council two months ago. it is not. i wouldn't worry you with the long view, though. there will be time for that.

for now, i will leave you with some numbers. y̪̑̑̏̽̅ȏ͇̦̟̅͗́̅̇̔u ͈̤͚̭̫͉͙̘͙͉̮̲̞̒ͯͩ̈́̒̊̚k͉̙̝͖̲̣̬̭̲̦͙̪̭̭ͥ̉̾̓̿̄̄̑͊̈́̈̿̐͊̅̍͌now how much we like our numbers, but i think y̳͙ͤ͗̿̊͋͛̉ͬ̇ou'll find these helpful too.

one is a necessary sacrifice. you w̺̤̟͋i̻̭̻͎̤ͬll survive if you have f̱̲͇̺̗̥ͮ̀͒͒̋̎ͪ̂̌̽̿ͭͮ̉a̬̞̩̞̳͈̿i̦̲͉̞̺̹͋̏̾̔͛̒̉th. it will bring you closer to us, but you will do it for humankind. don't overthink it. this isn't a mǎ̌tter of one comma the.

two emp charges ̭͕͉̩͕͗̎̏̋̈w̙̳̭̯͓̑̏͂ͣ̋i͔̪ͅll not be enough.

three of you are necessary. to cli͓ͨ̾̂ͣ̓ͨm̺͇̺̟b̲̲̜͇͙̲̼ a̲̲̜͇͙̲̼ḇ̠̲̯̙̯͑͛̐ͩ̑͋͂ove the f̉ͮlames you must stand each foot on the shoulder of a crewmate. should you succeed, this will change the course of limitless tomorrows. it'll be s͇u̥͓̬̖̲̹btle, but sure.

fọ̝ͪ̊̉ͮ̑ur look closely here. this will be the salvation̬ o̥̞̖̳̝͈̗͐ͫf the day.

y͓̳̦͕̬̠̱̒̅ͯ̈́̌͌o̖̼̊̅͌̂̾ͦu w̮͉͖͔̮̳̄͌̄ill be wondering to what extent th͢e͙ͤ́͐͊ͦͅ architect and i are involved. the answer is: other ț͎͔̗͖̺̺̇̎̃̋͆ͪh̘̖̹̙a̗̗̣͉̠ͭn̪ͯ́̍̊͛̑ ͖̥̫̞̮̗̓̅̔ͅt͖̳his message and the one he will write you later, not at all. some of you have been wondering what the truce meant, and i will be the first to tell you: it meant change. for us, as well as the humans of earth. we are not they.

as a matter of fact, they’re much older.

ṁ̘̖̣̼̖̈́ͭ̆ȳ̥̱̲̦͐̎̈̋ condolences and congrat̖̗̥̟ͥ́ͬ̄͂ͯͬu̳̫̜̲̻̙͌l̙̱̝͂͑̓̌ͬ̈a̻͓̖̿̄͛ͬ̆ti̺̩̖̫̪̳͂ͮ͊̔ons in the coming battle.̗̬̞ͬ͑̆̅ͪ

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OOC: Plotting post goes up on Saturday, 6/13.

Comments

[algoritmi]

no, the cookies are food.

i a͟͝l̶so enjoy candy.

[rathercommon]

I suppose this is a bad time for a marketing push. But you know, if you're ever interested, I know a place where you can get REALLY brilliant ones.

All the best,
Lizzie, waitress at Cafe Modak!

[ Because obviously she'll be able to lure in the mysterious warning-giving...person...Right? ]

[algoritmi]

is̰͚̜̫̻̤̰ͮ̓n̥̮̥͑̊ͣ̐̊'̪̼͚͕͖͚͉̅͑̈́̎t that a pickle. if only.

but i can think of a few places that could use a taste of cafe modak.

kosala is a hard foothold for food businesses and antioch is trouble, but there are a few other optiǒ̦̘̱̼̤̲̍̅̎n̞͓͕̙̮̩̯͎̑͑̀̑̈́̔ͅs.

do you like travelling?

[rathercommon]

[ ...interesting. ]

I do like travelling, yeah. Quite a lot. If I'm able!

[algoritmi]

civilian envoys take short hauls out of zion every week. new markets-- military outposts, small colonies.

you should get yourself on a ship. capta͈̙͚̪͙͔̪i̩͕͙̯̯̳͙̘͠n̷̼̭̯̺̞̟̟̰͡s and destinations with the most consistent reputations are the ones you can trust. cafe m̤͍̕odak will prosper, thanks to your spirit of adventure.

[rathercommon]

That's good advice. Thanks! And honestly, I'm honoured - I'd have thought you'd have been a bit busy with bigger things to worry about the fate of a little business like ours.

[sfoils]

I walked right into that one.

What about chocolate?

[algoritmi]

surpris͎̠̥̠ͮ̂̑͂͐̃̾i̬̦͈̮̥̫̍ͮ͑̄ͅṇ̠͇̣͚̳ͩͤ̆̉͒ͫ̈͐̒g̩͙̖̠̘̭͌̔ͯ̇̐ͧ͋ly, not so much my thing. i'm more of a fan of fruit flavors. h̦̳̝̥̖̥̙̞̓̄̏̾͐̏ow about you?

[sfoils]

Chocolate, the semi-sweet kind. I'm not fond of sugary treats.

[algoritmi]

solid choice. you have some t͔̒̎͛́ͯ̂͌͆̑h̹̼̙̳̳̬ͣͮͮ̂̔̏̓̚e̫͇̦̻̖̥ͯ̆ͩ̿̿̓̋͌r͕̘ͤ̅ͭ̂̀̂̉̅e in the real, don't you? but it isn't the same without milk. i'll m͔͓̲̭̞̜͂̅͒ͪ̃ͨ̊a̘̤̔ͭk͉̫͉̩͙͚̜̄̓̓ͧ̆ͫͮ̒e some chocolate chip for you next you come by.

[sfoils]

I ran out. Lost my last bar to a silly bet.

Oh, that's really nice of you. Thank you.

[algoritmi]

sure thi̬̘̞͗ͤͭ̆n̬̘̞͗ͤͭ̆g, wedge.

[sfoils]

[ Wait. ]

Where are you getting your chocolate from?

[algoritmi]

i'd tell you the shop, but i'm not q̠͖u̬͕̻͈̹̖̯̳͉i̟͇̥te sure what your government is up to lately and i'd hate to have to move.

but it's very nice. imported from italy. more expensive than i usually bother w̘̳̲̭͉̹i̱̝̦͚̝th, but there's no point being around as long as i have if you aren't going to try new thi̱̝̦͚̝ṋ̳̩̭̯g͉͔̩̥͕s.

[sfoils]

Imported? I'm going to guess this wasn't an Irkallan. [ Because a career rebel would never agree to fix an Irkallan's ship for some chocolate bars and other contraband, oh no. ]

[algoritmi]

my, my, wedge.

w͈̟͔̹̤h͖͈̖ere is it that you think someone like me does her shopping?

[sfoils]

Officially, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Unofficially, this means someone's holding out on me.

[algoritmi]

dear, i gͨ̾̔͌͗eͪ͌̂ͭt my chocolate a block away from my apartment on blue pool road.

1/2

[sfoils]

Oh.

2/2

[sfoils]

I have no idea where that is.

[algoritmi]

no one can, u͓̪n͎̺̜t̩̺̗͈̝͚̻ͅil i give you the coordinates to this matrix.

[sfoils]

Oh, it's in a Matrix. [ Pass. ]

textjack.

[onyourfeet]

you know you're trying to score baking tips off a program, right?

[sfoils]

Plenty of droids were great bakers in my Matrix.

[algoritmi]

pity. so i'm ͚̦̞n͓͇̠̻̤͖o͈t going to have a visit from one of zion's greater proponents of the importance of pre-extraction life, then?

because i'm in the matrix?