soul_campaign | Entry #A-12: "Assimilation" [February 13, Audio]

[A smooth, soft voice can be heard over the networks.]

I'm getting the feeling that this consumer-driven holiday invented by greetings-card companies is more of an affair in Death City than it was in my own world.

While I don't approve of holidays cashing in by making people feel obligated to buy things for others, I don't have a problem if people feel obligated to buy things for me.

There are some stores selling fine chocolates. I like these in particular, so... as a true gourmand and an expert at gauging human emotions, I will give you excellent, informed romantic advice in exchange for any of the following.

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1. Creme buttermints (package of 12)
2. Vanilla caramel truffles (package of 16)
3. Milk fudge squares (NO NUTS, package of 8)
4. Hand-dipped marshmallow dream bars (package of 2)
5. Cotton-candy heart sticks (package of 1, the most cost-effective option)
6. Belgian nougat sprinkled in gold leaf (package of 1, the least cost-effective option but I'll certainly notice you.)
7. Candied orange slices (Package of 10)

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Another nature...? What do you have in mind?

Candy is candy, it is all the same to me.

Is candy also relaxing for you?

But I suppose I meant to ask about how to restore a person's self-confidence in themselves after their failure to overcome what in essence is an impossible task. Note that this person fully believes that they should have managed it, even when it's been pointed out that no one else managed it, either.

It's invigorating, on the contrary. I rarely sleep and candy is largely to thank for this strength.

[Yes, he considers his crippling, draining insomnia a "strength."]

Self-confidence? You acknowledge that the task was impossible, so there is hope. I suppose you should stand in front of a full-length mirror, naked, and talk about something you know a lot about. Calligraphy, for example. That should work.

Then, once you're dressed and you've washed your hands if you need to, you should go to Death By Pastry and buy some candied oranges.

Oh, the advice isn't for me. I certainly have no trouble with my self-confidence, as you can see. [smile] It's for someone else I know; I suppose you could say she's a friend. That advice is also not likely to work for her.

But of course, I'll get you your candy.

My apologies for being presumptuous.

You will? Perhaps we can discuss this more when you bring it to my apartment. I do want to help your female friend.

No apology necessary.

[smile] Very well, then. That's an appointment.

Within the hour? It should not take that long.

[An hour. What. Itou blinks and looks only slightly doubtful, but shrugs his shoulder.]

Very well, it's not very far.

No, it's not.

Do you know where I live?

No, but I assumed you'd tell me.

Always a dangerous thing to assume.

But I will. We're at Death City Heights, building 7, Apartment 3B.

If you didn't tell me, you wouldn't have gotten your chocolate.

[But all right, Itou will go and see to that chocolate now.]

Yes, I'm aware. That's why I caved and told you.

That was the plan, yes. [amused]

You win.

Now bring me my candy.

I'm coming, I'm coming. How impatient. You should open the door immediately when I knock, or I might decide to leave.

[No, not waiting for an answer to that, ITOU IS GOING.]

[ooc: Should we continue here?]

[OOC: I'm fine continuing with action, if you'd like! Ending the thread here and handwaving it is also fine. :) ]

[OOC: We can handwave this one since the weekend is coming up and I am always like... away then.]

Entry #A-12: "Assimilation" [February 13, Audio]

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