Entanglement Mods (
the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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“Mr. Shinra!” a voice called from somewhere behind him, and he turned to see one of his newly appointed aides hurrying toward him with a palm-top in one hand, a stylus in the other, and an earpiece perched smartly on one ear. Doubtless the boy was scrolling through itineraries and schedules in an attempt to keep his new employer on track. “Mr. Shinra, they’re ready for you on the platform. Your shuttle is waiting.”
“Of course,” he replied, raking that perpetually wayward lock of hair back from his forehead and strolling to the boarding ramp. Emerging into open air, he paused, gazing out over the crowd once more, posing for the cameras out of habit before continuing on his way. Forgetting for a moment that most people would have likely never heard of him. But wasn’t that the entire reason for this venture?
“Mr. Shinra!” someone called, and his contact from Resistance--whatever in Odin’s name that was--materialized beside him and began the obligatory sycophancy. “May I just say once again that we are honored to have your support--” Magic words for: We love your money. “And I was just wondering if you’d care to give a statement on how you plan to contribute--” How much can we milk you for?
Rufus could have easily dazzled him with some diplomatic baffle-gab about what an honor it was to be part of their venture into inter-dimensional relations, and that he would to everything in his power to see its success, but really, they’d been over this before. “The check is in the mail,” he answered, blasé, “I’ll have my people call your people when I‘ve had a change to get settled.”
You are our 30th customer. Please walk into this pit of fire to claim prize. There will be cake.
Laughs at your pit of fire.