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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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Comments

[badgerlock]

Sympathetic and nervous. Scared, and lonely.

[priorly]

[Well. A hard deflection on that.]

You still haven't said pretty.

If you're hoping to move in, a little vacuous flattery will get you far.

[badgerlock]

I don't like Byerly. You're safe from my insisting on living with you.

[priorly]

What happened there?

It's not just Byerly, we have a little princess and a little Napoleon filling out the rooms. You're practically a prince, you'd fit right in.

[badgerlock]

A clash of personalities.

Normally I would never say that. That I dislike someone.

[priorly]

It's that bad?

[badgerlock]

No.

I'm usually more circumspect. People guess I dislike someone. It's a mannered sort of thing. How I was raised.

You make me want to talk. Or this device does.

[priorly]

You can't get your point across with a look on one of these. I could say Byerly, you could look disgusted, and I'd know.

So, another roommate. What's your type?

[badgerlock]

I don't know. Maybe I'll go find space in the barracks.

[priorly]

Piled up in one room with a heap of sweaty bodies. Well.

I suppose there's merit to that.

[badgerlock]

A heap?

Everyone gets their own bedroll.

[priorly]

No huddling together on cold nights?

[badgerlock]

Unlikely.

[priorly]

Well why don't you just step on all my daydreams.

[badgerlock]

When did you know you were attracted to men?

[priorly]

When did you know you were attracted to women?

[badgerlock]

When I was thirteen.

[priorly]

I never knew I was anything else.

[badgerlock]

[This reply takes a little while.]

The Fool loves me. Starling told me that he was secretly a woman who wanted to bed me. He told me it doesn't matter.

I love him too. But he's right. It doesn't matter.

[priorly]

It matters.

Oh, there's a beautiful utopia somewhere where it doesn't. Where we can all be anything we like any day we like and gender and preference flip by the hour. Somewhere that looks a little like San Francisco. But we're not there yet and love and preference sometimes contradict. I could love a woman. I don't think I could bed her.

There are all kinds of love.

[badgerlock]

I don't think I could bed anyone save Molly.

[priorly]

Molly?

[badgerlock]

She was my wife.

[priorly]

Ah.

Was never means it ended well.

[badgerlock]

She left me. And married someone else.

And now she's asleep, like everyone else.