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

[littleladyluck]

It's awful, isn't it? Your face just aches. Getting to stop after a long day is such a reward, I usually end up smiling again. It's a vicious cycle.

Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I can reassure you, you seem absolutely precious, and I don't just toss around compliments that others don't deserve.

[senpaidol]

I'll take your word for that, Genevieve-san, thanks!

So are you from France?

[Because this conversation was going too well.]

[littleladyluck]

[silence over the network, a tired hiss of breath outside of it.]

No, no I'm not. France is absolutely lovely, very caring, but I'm not his anymore. I'm from Monaco, and I am Monaco. Almost French, but not quite.

[senpaidol]

You...are Monaco?

[There's that incisive navigator wit her friends know and love.]

That's uh...well, it's not the weirdest thing I've heard here! Didn't mean any offense!

[littleladyluck]

I know, I know, that's why I get it nout of the way quickly with Travelers! I'm nearly normal here.

It's fine, I was his for a while, I'm a protectorate, I speak French. It's a rather common assumption, I wouldn't hold it against you.

[senpaidol]

[You're lucky Rise is as big a fan of American actresses as she is or she might not have heard of the country, honestly.]

I have to say, I don't know what it'd be like to be a place. Is that anything like being a god?

Uh, Shinto god, not European God, I mean.

[littleladyluck]

I... I don't know, really. I think it depends on the country in question, what their people see them as, and so on and so forth. We can sense our people and their strength, gauge our economy, feel war and famine, but our rulers make more decisions than we do. It's a difficult existence, but we do our best to stay entertained.

[senpaidol]

Hm, just a thought. I've met...one god, but I sorta assumed other ones existed, but I've never met a country before, is all. It does sound pretty rough...

[littleladyluck]

There are two of us here, actually! Feliciano's a smidge more important than me, aha. It isn't anywhere close to the number at home, of course, but if you're ever curious about it...? I'll let you know if anything is off-limits.

[senpaidol]

Well, I'm bad enough at geography I wouldn't even know what to ask to start with, but thanks.