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

[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.