In the foyer, there was a very handsome writing desk.
Above the pen and paper cluttered surface was an equally cluttered bulletin board- or rather, that was its future. In the beginning it was quite bare, with just a note here and there and a map that showed only the immediate surroundings of the mansion.
The utensils were there to be used, and since there was no network, it was a good a place as any to leave messages for people!
+ Bulletins are public!
+ Images for your messages are not at all required.
+ Action threads reading or responding to messages encouraged.
[Green hadn't expected there to be a note in reply. And from an anonymous source, no less. Well... fully expecting to have something fall on him, he went ahead and pressed...]
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[ So if any interesting info pops up that you want to remember, you better write it down for yourself! ]
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"To whom it may concern:
hey whatever assholes stuck us in the sky,
waitin on that second letter. this place still smells like mothballs. i'm already getting stir crazy!
please let us know if we're going to move in the future"
Then there was an arrow pointing towards Skull Kid's "Butts"]
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Are you sure you shou--
[BUT GREEN HAD PRESSED THE BUTTON.]
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A fart.
Green stood there, finger outstretched, facial expression blank.
He turned to Bulba.]
No, that's... that makes sense.
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[For curiosity's sake, Bulba tentatively reached out and also pressed his finger besides Green's on the circle.
There. Was another fart.
It dragged on a bit longer this time.]
... Okay.
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DAMMIT. This is really pissing me off!
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Wouldn't be really surprised if that was the point. They're not being particularly graceful about us doing... whatever it is they want us to do.
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Geez, was that one of you guys? Because if it was, I'm kinda impressed.
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