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[theothermrgray]

[Excuse the random audio post, but Dorian has something he needs to get off of his chest.]

Well... It seems my birthday is approaching once more.

[He hesitantly sighs.] It's very strange. Before I came to Wonderland, I was sure that at least three weeks had passed...

[Since the incident with one of his old friends. He dare not speak of it, not on the network, but the guilt is trickling back and he needs some excuse to feel it in front of all these perfect strangers. Anything.]

... I don't know. Should I ignore it this year or celebrate it twice? And if I do celebrate, how?

[OOC: Possible content warning for gore. Dorian won't bring it up himself, but he's going to be thinking about it.]

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[theothermrgray]

Hm...

Lewis Carrol's story, you mean?

Wasn't it supposed to be a satire of some sort?

[postictal]

i dunno man.
ask someone with an english literature degree.

[theothermrgray]

Ah well.

At the very least, we get room and board when we're not suffering though whatever this place throws at us.

[postictal]

and no student loans.
that's a bonus.

[theothermrgray]

I'm not sure what "student loans" are exactly, but it's good to not have to worry about debt.

[Not that Dorian really has been in debt, as far as he's concerned. Being rich has its perks.]

[postictal]

yeah you got it.
it's debt basically.

[theothermrgray]

How unfortunate.

[postictal]

yep.
guess there's a plus to no economy after all.

[theothermrgray]

No economy would be much worse if the closets didn't give us things as well.

[postictal]

i guess yeah.
wouldn't know.
i'm not an economist.

[theothermrgray]

Neither am I.

[postictal]

guess we're right where we belong then.

[theothermrgray]

[...]

In a comfortable hell?

You're a bit of a nihilist, aren't you?

[postictal]

if this is hell, i've been in worse places.

[theothermrgray]

[Oooh, now we're getting somewhere.]

Have you now?

Poor thing.

Would you care to elaborate, or is that too much to ask?

[postictal]

no.

[Sorry, Dorian. No one's getting in there without some serious brute-forcing. Besides, he knows how to deflect like no one else.]

i'm guessing you've never seen the inside of a dmv.

[theothermrgray]

[Hmph. In that case, he'll find a way to gently slip through the defenses.]

Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? It would take your mind off it.

But I digress. I don't think I've even seen a dmv before.

[postictal]

if you want true hell, just try and get your driver's license.

[Yep, not even gonna touch that offer to talk. He knows what said offers really mean.]

[theothermrgray]

Driver's license?

[Okay, fine. Dorian won't press for now. This sort of information is better asked for when the fellow's more trusting, anyway.]

Now why would I want to drive a carriage?

[Also, Dorian has no idea what a car is.]

[postictal]

[Good luck with that one.]

so i guess you're one of those old-timey people.

[theothermrgray]

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Why do you ask?

[postictal]

i mean go figure if you don't know what a car is.
we kind of outgrew carriages a while ago.

[theothermrgray]

Then what on earth is a car?

[postictal]

like a carriage without horses except it runs on gas and you use pedals and a wheel to steer it.

don't worry about it.

[theothermrgray]

[You, sir, are no help at all.]

If you insist, but if an event that requires the use of cars rolls along, I hope you have enough generosity to teach me to drive it.