un:antigoneiguess | audio

[rudelanguage]

S...that's fine, yeah. This'll...this'll be great. [beat.

oh.

oh fuck we're on! Antigonevoice GO]

Oh! Uh! Hhhhey! Heyyy, so uh. Did anyone get offered to, uh...buy a guy? During the fog stuff?

Quick yes or no works.

[...]

That's all.

Comments

I’m: CliveRosfield | text

[herofhopeless]

No. Are you alright?

[He says to a person who tried to knife him.]

[rudelanguage]

[it's okay, that person is currently being a girl and a furry right now.

the delay is only because she has to wait for text-to-speech. enjoy your government-assigned voice, dude.]

Me? Oh, oh yeah! I'm not the guy.

Voice

[herofhopeless]

Who asked if you wanted to buy someone?

[Because Clive and that person need to talk.]

[rudelanguage]

[okay NOW the pause is because Knife recognizes that voice and needs a second to remember if he's a Pending contact or an Antigone contact.

...they're 80pct sure it was Pending. so. play stupid! and if that fails...play stupider!]

Some funky demon-fiend-monster-guy. Beaky face. Asking because I dunno if I poisoned that whole thing up or not, y'know?

Un: TerribleTinkerer | Audio | Private

[badnewsandshitlist]

"Hello. I assume you know who this is."

[A beat. He exhales through his nose, a faint, nervous laugh.]

"I'm calling about the transaction. The one where I apparently sold myself. To you."

[Silence. He presses on, voice taut with restrained horror.]

"I wasn't quite myself at the time. Or rather, I was a version of myself who thought it terribly clever to test what a man is worth when he stops valuing himself. Turns out the answer was a candy bar."

[He winces audibly, the humor brittle.]

"I would like to say reverse it, but I doubt that is how these things work. I am not here to threaten or bargain. I would just prefer not to be owned. Not even ironically."

[A pause. He forces a thin laugh.]

"I understand it was a fair trade at the time. But now that my head is clear, I would like to buy myself back. For a little more than sugar and shame."

[He exhales, the wryness returning in quiet defeat.]

"Perhaps we could negotiate. I could offer a better candy bar. Or a favor. Something a touch more dignified than being traded for nougat."

[rudelanguage]

...

[...]

...

[...]

Bottlecap.

[badnewsandshitlist]

[A pause. He laughs softly, too tired to pretend surprise.]

“…A bottlecap. How perfectly humiliating. I accept.”

[Another pause. His voice lowers, steady but thin with pride.]

“And… thank you, for not naming me. I would prefer to keep it that way. Etraya has enough gossip without my contribution.”

[A faint, rueful smile in his tone.]

“Besides, my wife still believes I have a trace of sense left. If she learns I sold myself for confectionery and scrap metal, she will never let me near a marketplace again.”

[He exhales, quieter now.]

“So let us leave the story untitled. A secret is safest in indifference, after all.”

[rudelanguage]

[again, another lengthy pause while Knife is processing.

then:] How was I gonna name a guy whose name I didn't know?

un: Wolfman | audio

[will_chase_balls]

Um...no?

[rudelanguage]

Okay! Great! That's two.

[will_chase_balls]

Does...that kind of thing happen here? Because that would be really weird. You can't buy people where I'm from, and there's actual money there. I'm not sure why anyone would try to sell a person here when there's no money and companion bots do all the work.

[rudelanguage]

Guy, I don't know! That's why I'm asking! Maybe I just imagined the whole thing up? Scary fog thing? The fear of ownership?

un: Emet-Selch | audio

[untsundered]

Obviouly you did. Are you upset that your purchase was a mere delusion? Are you experiencing buyer's remorse, perhaps?

[He doesn't believe that she bought anyone, or tried to, but sometimes it's easier to antagonize the truth out of people who are so clearly dancing around the details.]

[rudelanguage]

[beat.

Is that Legs? That sounds like Legs.]

You didn't say 'yes,' or 'no,' mister.

[untsundered]

Then we make quite the pair dodging questions, don't we?

[rudelanguage]

Don't be a jerk! I asked first, so either play fair or don't play!

un: s0001 text

[miniroth]

No, but I did have someone act like I already owned them. Hopefully not the same person.

[rudelanguage]

[after a text-to-speech-delay:] Did you throw anything at them? To like. Make sure they were real or not?

[miniroth]

I didn't actually think about that at the time, something in the fog made me very paranoid. But I'm sure he was actually there, sound and other sights and so on. It would be a very complicated illusion.

Text // un: SleepNear

[quibblingfunctionary]

I was not recipient to such an offer, nor was I aware there was a slave market in Etraya.

[Sleipnir is now suspecting he will have to hunt down and murder some people.]

[rudelanguage]

[after the tts pause:] Phfhh, I, I mean, if it was even real! Y'know! That's...like. Why I'm asking? Since half the crap we all saw was fake?

[quibblingfunctionary]

Still it is something to be wary of, is it not? I shall keep my eye out and alert you if I find anything resembling the sort.

text; un: blake

[plangona]

no. did that happen to you or someone you know?

[rudelanguage]

[What, like, I'd just spit this out for FUN?! Are you crazy!]

Y-yeah. Maybe? I'm confirming. Fog stuff, y'know? Could be fake.

[plangona]

sounds pretty weird so maybe it is fake fog associated stuff