community board, halfway through may

[vagabone]

[A message appears on the bulletin rock one afternoon! Imagine that!! Whoever this is, they don't write very often--there's nothing else recent in this handwriting.]

¿Does anyone want more books for the library? ¿More clothes? Anything at all, I'll get it for you.

Between all of us, I think we've got enough stories saved up for the crazy monthly emergencies, so I don't mind spending some of mine. I have enough.

- H

[Next to this, like an afterthought, there is an arrow pointing to two more words.]

¿card tournament?

Comments

[vagabone]

[WOW are you judging his T-shirts with jokes on them?? Where do you get the nerve.]

Can do. It helps to be really specific for the storyteller.

[eudaimonikos]

[From Hell, probably.

What follows is a set of specific measurements and really specific preferences re: men's dress shirts. No French cuffs. I don't know what to say here because I don't know shit about these things, but Michael sure seems to. At the very least he's not describing a series of specific shirts, just his size, style, and a few color ranges. No, he's just doing that for a couple of ties and pocket squares. You asked for this.]

That's just for me, of course.

[vagabone]

[Wow, that's... even less practical than the toys he bought. Kids need toys for stress relief!]

¿You want to dress like that on a tropical island?

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, why not?

[vagabone]

[Well, he has only himself to blame for offering...]

Okay, suit yourself. ¿Who do I give it to?

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, no caller ID on these?

This is Michael.

[vagabone]

[Yep. One hundred percent his own fault.]

Where do you want me to leave it?

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, don't worry about that. I'll come get it.

[Satan is nothing if not accommodating!]