Cosa Nope-stra, as soon as they hit liminal space

[littleladyluck]

[PUBLIC save for Feliciano, comment for him below]

I wish to date for the record that the events that took place in New York regarding the various underground organizations are not to be discussed with Feliciano Vargas. I repeat, do not discuss the Mafia with Feliciano Vargas. Reddish hair, gold eyes, stray curl and sunny disposition.

His people, his land, and his government suffer due to their involvement and it will not result in a fun time for anyone involved if he hears of it. No "haha, look at his face." His anger and sadness and trauma regarding these people is nothing to laugh at.

If you wish to laugh at his less panicked fury, I suggest that you mention overcooked or microwavable pasta, canned or jarred mass produced sauces, or Azerbaijan in Eurovision lately.

One last time, do not mention the Mafia to Italy as a joke. Don't mention it at all. Simply say what else happened. Cheap gin, gambling, a wake, early cars, jazz. Keep psychic chat regarding it private, and speak of it face to face far from him.

If you need isolation to discuss this matter aloud, I can soundproof your conversations to the outside world and project a decoy conversation instead.

Please be respectful with this knowledge.

Thank you.

Comments

[cawfullyironic]

You mean I got my ass mixed up into all sorts of epic mobster shenanigans-

-=literally. oh so very literally-

-and I can't even brag about it? That's a metric asston of dicks right there.

[littleladyluck]

You could brag about the bartender-ing, chat about the seance, mention the surfaces of what we Travelers were back there, but... No, if you want to preserve what happiness Feliciano may have left after wherever he was sent, please keep that away from him. You could brag to me, if you wish?

At least the ton is metric.

[cawfullyironic]

Dude, I owned that fuckin bar, and the restaurant it was kinda sweet. No one had a fuckin' clue. Gavin was a raging dickhole but he was pretty damn smart. Like I dicked around under mobster noses all the time and they all thought I just was some gentlemanly bartender.

[littleladyluck]

That sounds absolutely magnificent. I'm glad that Gina wasn't mixed up in it all, but what I wouldn't have given to see that as myself! You were rather dashing, I must admit; my poor overlay was beyond flustered.

[cawfullyironic]

Fuck, yeah I was. Dude got with everybody. Hardcore albinos like that used to end up in circuses and he was all like fuck that noise I'm gonna rule the world. He was totally planning on making Gina a repeat offender.

[littleladyluck]

He did well for himself, really and truly. Consider that noise thoroughly pleased and still laying in bed. Gina still has a bit of time left in New York, so let's hope he makes it a blast!

[cawfullyironic]

He's gonna damn well try.

-=she cant see it but he's turning a bright shade of gold right now. because he's imagining her in that position and he can't help it=-

So, uh... shit like that normally happen?

[littleladyluck]

Beautiful. What a going-away gift!

It depends. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. We can't really control it, so just hold on tight and brace yourself for the ride, I suppose!

[cawfullyironic]

Hell yeah.

-=there's something of an awkward pause here=-

Shit. Okay, so how do I make this private I gotta ask you somethin.

[littleladyluck]

Not quite sure, I don't recall if I've been able to make the switch.

Talk to me face-to-acd, perhaps, if simply willing it to be private doesn't work?

[Private???}

[cawfullyironic]

Uhhh.....

-=face to face is not a thing he's comfortable with right now, so lets hope this works.=-

This is stupid.

[Private possibly????????]

[littleladyluck]

[She's gonna be cautious just in case but ok cool]

What's stupid in this situation? There's a veritable buffet of ridiculousness ready for us to dig in.

[He sure hopes so?????]

[cawfullyironic]

Well number one, not only does this wannabe internet horseshit not have a text option, the lack of obvious private function is a god damned travesty.

And uh... Okay so like our overlays made out and you seem pretty chill about it cuz your damn cool so that makes things somewhat less assblastingly awkward but holy shit Gavin was a playa and banged out a whole army of people while I was stuck in his head. One of which I actually knew before hand so what the fuck how do you handle this shit? Walk up to em all so how about all that mindblowing sex our overlays had? Like we're talking about last nights sports ball game over the liminal watercooler or some shit.

-=does he need to breath? it's a mystery because he pretty much babbled most of that on one mental breath=-

[littleladyluck]

I know, but it's what they've given us to work with. We just need to use it efficiently.

You really think I'm cool? That makes me feel a bit less like someone's awkward great-uncle, thank you!

Oh. Well. Congratulations to Gavin, and... I would say any conversation about it should kick off with a confirmation that your overlays aren't you and perhaps an offer to either a) discuss it, or b) never speak of it, ever. My overlays have never really had the chance to do much of anything of that nature! [and she hasn't since the seventies but she'll keep that silent]

[cawfullyironic]

Fuck yeah, you're cool like with how many ladies can you discuss the finer culinary intricacies of professional dick preparation. A+ but all this shit is in my head now. I remember things, Gen! And they're not even mine! I mean, hell if it'd have been nice to have memories of my own first.

[senpaidol]

I knew you had other things in mind than cards, "Gavin Walker".

[Hopefully the wink is coming through mentally because she's not actually accusing him of anything.]

[cawfullyironic]

Oh, snap. Caught with my pants down 'round my ankles and the queen of hearts hiding securely betwixed my pert asscheeks.

[senpaidol]

Hey, I got flirted with by a real playboy. It's kinda flattering.

He was a little less crude at the talking part, though.

[cawfullyironic]

Well, have you seen you? If you're the you I'm thinking of cuz damn.

He had this motherfuckin, dashing southern gentleman thing goin on. Whoda thought that would be such a panty dropper.

[senpaidol]

Hey, I try.

And it probably worked better than how you're talking now. I'm hearing you in Japanese and you sound like you'd be about to mug me if we were talking in person.

[cawfullyironic]

No shit, yeah? Luckily I'd make the shittiest mugger in creation. Like yo, stick 'em up and kindly ignore the ridiculously suspicious and immediately identifiable glow emanating from my person. This is not the orange, feathery douchebag you're looking for.

[senpaidol]

Wow, I guess I haven't seen you around in person. Or at least I haven't seen any orange, glowing birds.

[cawfullyironic]

I'm a bird and a person, who is also orange and glowing and sort of a ghost. Kinda hard to miss.

[senpaidol]

I will certainly keep an eye out for you.

[cawfullyironic]

Just follow the sweet, poignant scent of awesome and there you will find me.