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[buildstherobots]

[Phone call! To the whole town! Except the drones and the usual meddling authority figures. The call is in a moderately hushed tone, but he's easily understandable.]

So, I see that there are many new people, and you may count yourselves as lucky as you can in this place because Dist the Rose is here to take care of you all. I'm sure you've been informed as to the basics of Mayfield, but I've put together a lovely little primer for just this kind of occasion, giving you all of the details you need to bring you fully up to speed, including the most important things that have been inflicted upon us since the first of us can remember arriving here. If you would like to be informed, then come to the library to pick up a copy. If you can't find it, ask any drone where it is, they'll be able to tell you. Look for a gorgeous man with pale hair; someone as extraordinary as myself will stand out.

[And, just a little louder but no so much so that he's quite up to normal talking level.]

And be sure to pick up your free library card! Knowledge is power and all that.

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[And there Dist will be, flitting about, stacking things and shelving things and generally keeping himself busy. He'll also be available to assist anyone who just so happens to be in the library themselves, though every so often he'll have to stop and sit to rest a bit, possibly get down a granola bar outside the view of the head librarian. He can't fit his chair through the door, let alone down the aisles of books, so he's walking everywhere and carrying things and with his condition this tires him out quickly.]

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[with-an-accent.livejournal.com]

[Information is what Elsa is lacking, so despite the fact that this man's voice makes her ears bleed she decides to find him and get the primer. When she arrives at the library he proves as easy to pick out as he promised; he's exactly the kind of fop that she would have expected.

Without preamble, she marches over to him.] Where do I purchase a gun and how do I get my things back?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[...Wow.]

Ssh! You're going to get me in trouble!

[Don't people have the least bit of courtesy? Dist tosses his hair a little.]

If you can be polite, I'll get you a letter. The short answer is, at the post office, but there's a price.

[He lifts his glasses and taps his false eye.]

[with-an-accent.livejournal.com]

... you're going to demand I be polite before you'll give me anything? ☠☠☠☠ing hell, you're as bad as Monica.

[She watches him tap his false eye and raises an eyebrow.] We give up something in order to get our things back. ☠☠☠☠.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Get used to it. You're in Mayfield now.

[He lowers his glasses again, giving the woman a flat look.]

What, do you expect to just abuse me and expect me to hand you things anyway?

[with-an-accent.livejournal.com]

[She folds her arms and scowls at him, unimpressed.] Not very sporting of you, if you refuse to help a fellow townsperson until she starts kissing your feet.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

You don't have to kiss my feet, but you could at least be grateful instead of storming in here and demanding things of me.

[with-an-accent.livejournal.com]

[Heavy sigh.] I can get information elsewhere, you realize.

Besides, you've already told me what I really needed to know. [She's totally on her way to the post office as soon as she can pin down the Captain to go with her and help her home afterward.]