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[ladywithnovoice]

Back where I'm from, there were never any seasons like there are here.

Every bit of the weather was controlled and left up to the desires of the people. Did more people want it to rain? To be sunny? For flowers to bloom, letting their petals float away on a breeze? Everything left up to a vote.

It feels strange to watch everything turn dull and quiet with nothing's input but Nature's own, and just as stranger to know that it will all bloom once more very much the same way.

Do you think that most situations can be like that- a two way street that has the possibility to flourish or fade away?

Or are there things that can't ever be changed from 'good' or 'bad' once they've happened?

Just some thoughts on a nice day.

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[ladywithnovoice]

Well, I've always been told I can be pretty influencing. It's not exactly my first career choice... But I don't mind trying something new.

When would you want me to start?

[text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

As soon as you can. Come on down to the headquarters in Goldenrod if you can. If you can't, that's fine, it's the kind of job you can do from a distance no problem.

Good to have you on board.

[blake she hasn't quite agreed yet]

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[ladywithnovoice]

[Well, she was close to agreeing already, fortunately.]

Glad to be on board. I'm on the road right now, but I'll be sure to check in with you whenever I get back to Goldenrod.

So what should I call you? President?

[text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake grins broadly down at his screen.]

I like the sound of that.

[text]

[ladywithnovoice]

Then I'll see what I can come up with, Mister President.