[open to all] Trump speculation + calling

[howexciting]

... Perdonatemi, I have an announcement.

I am not sure anyone else is aware of this, but the payphone by the door can connect to the Trumps. Or at least, when I attempted to call a Trump, it went through. I am not sure if all the Trumps are available for a call or not. I have heard some of them are dead, so they are likely not, at least. In truth, I am not really sure why they are allowing us to speak to them, now. We should all proceed with caution.

Further... if anyone has information on any of the Trumps that appeared this past Jaunt - The Magician, going by ROSE; The Hermit, going by SAGE; and The Devil - please, share it. I am not well versed in the mystical meanings behind the Tarot, only the cards and their numbers. The Magician is one, The Hermit nine, and the Devil fifteen. While I cannot say I know much about The Hermit, I am aware of many aspects of SAGE, as I was a Crypto this past Jaunt. I... I can tell you what little I know about him, if it would help.

... lastly, if anyone was Marked and feels comfortable coming forward with that information, I would be much obliged to hear it. Private or public, it does not concern me; I shall not come forward with that information unless you are comfortable providing it publicly. With so many Trumps amongst us, I cannot believe any of them would leave empty-handed, as it were.

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[shantiprayer]

Those that are hurt... it's like the compassion they should have had was cut out of them. I told you about my mother. How she wanted to make everyone in the world a demon and let people slaughter each other until there was nothing left. What I didn't tell you is how sometimes the older scientists would talk about how much she'd changed, how cold she was, how much she changed after something terrible happened to her. I don't know what it was, but I know it was before I was born and she only gave birth to me so she could use me. At least Leonard managed to hold on to his compassion for his daughter, at least there was some shred of goodness that allowed him to love his daughter instead of hating her as much as everyone else. Maybe more. At least you allowed her to call you Papa.

[In the back of her own mind the Mayors reactions to her begging still floated through her memories, vague at the edges like a ghost. And to juxtapose them the painfully sharp memories of her own original parent.

My Angel, this is a very important play, and it can be a very dangerous one to perform. Please, won't you reconsider? I would not be able to bear it if something were to happen to you...

Seraphita, how many times must I remind you to only address me as the Chief Director!? Now be a good little girl and be quiet while we run these tests.]

You're right. I'm biased too. But I know the real you is kind. So it must have been that part of the Mayer that drew you into filling his shoes.