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[buriedvigil]

Sender: Anonymous, but signed as 'Gossip' on the bottom
To: Everyone
Subject: Helpful titbit

A place that dozen't ask for any coin, you'd think that'd be a beggar's haven! But findin' myself lacking reason to sell my wares, so feel fortunate you're gettin' the best gossip from Fresno Street for completely free here.

And I got here a bit that's an absolute smasher! Now, got ye eyes glued to the page?

[Since it's all reading now, it's definitely different from telling passer-bys on the street. It's okay, he'll adapt.]

Just between uz, saw a man throw a shoe directly at another fella! Straight from the ground to a treehouse and it knocked the guy clean over! Everyone talkin' about these dreamotion abilities, but I witnessed with my very eyes how effective a shoe can be.

Maybe we should all start practicin' that move. But if you wanna tell me an effective alternative, I got me eyes open. Ya know, in case I run outta shoes.


[Contrary to his icon, Vigil is dressed in a nice enough suit, the blue overtone matching the gloom that seems to surround the man. There's definitely an exhausted air to him as he stares up at the fruit hanging from the tree, because this is apparently his life now. And he thought the whole business back home was tiring...]

Exploding fruits.....

[Because it can't be normal fruits here, they have to explode if touched. So, the only way to get them down is through those abilities everyone's been using, but... he really hasn't been practicing that. He looks around to anyone that's also working on this task and he musters up some courage, before addressing the other person.]

I do apologize, but... are you familiar with these dreamotion abilities?

Comments

[allegedprisoner]

[ Give him a few moments, he needs to process what he just read here. ]

Selling gossip is an incredibly odd profession. Why on earth did you decide to take it up?

[buriedvigil]

No onez got a mouth bigger than mine. Gotta use what I was created with and that's lettin' words fly out of these lips.

And I'll have you know that it keeps my belly full. People pay for these juicy titbits.

[allegedprisoner]

[ Luca can't actually see what the fellow on the other end looks like, so he's assuming they're not being literal about the big mouth thing. ]

Sorry, but I can't see how you were able to afford a decent living through being paid to spread rumors. While it is true that money matters little in this dream, I still have certain reservations concerning your previous occupation.

[buriedvigil]

Not to be a bragger, but when you're the best gossiper in town, you have enough to keep goin'. Nothin' fancy, mind you, but I have a roof over me head and my stomach dozn't complain.

That's all to it.

[allegedprisoner]

I suppose I can't argue with that logic.

[ As confusing as the "profession" may be. ]

But this leads to another question: Where did you get such interesting gossip from?

[buriedvigil]

I got me sources. Can't go revealin' them or else I might be outta the job!

But I see you're a curious sort. Maybe if you tell me somethin' good, I'll give you another titbit. What you'd say?

[allegedprisoner]

[ It takes a few minutes before Luca writes down a proper response. ]

I apologize, but I'm afraid I don't have anything for you right now. Good luck with your business here.

[ A rushed response with sloppier handwriting. Admittedly not the best reply, but there are things which ought to be kept unshared. ]

[buriedvigil]

Nothin' at all?

Tell you what, give you a special, one last pitch between uz. Don't have to go tellin' me any story, but maybe a tip or two about wieldin' this dreamotion energy everyone keeps blabbering about.

[allegedprisoner]

Well... I do need practice with it myself. What are you trying to do with it?

[buriedvigil]

Best way to defend meself, I guess. Didn't come here much with anythin' and heard this place can be dangerous.

Only sort of weapon I used in the past was an old firearm.