Saturday thinks about that for a moment. "Yeah, that's fair. We do get some privacy, and this joint's run so bad you can always wiggle away in the cracks. No mage-masks, either." Just shock-collars. "Still hate it, though."
Jorg is closer to Ares on the sliding scale of people you don't want to fall into the hands of; if they'd been a joint like Aztechnology, they'd all be sitting neat and blind and limbless in their little cubbies, waiting to be drained for the company blood mages. She decides not to mention that; it would put a damper on the conversation, probably.
"There was a goat at the farm I pet the cow at, but she'd just had babies and didn't want to be bothered. No horses, some chickens - they're weird little birds, yeah? And a pig!" she says brightly. "It was a lot bigger then they look in picture books."
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Jorg is closer to Ares on the sliding scale of people you don't want to fall into the hands of; if they'd been a joint like Aztechnology, they'd all be sitting neat and blind and limbless in their little cubbies, waiting to be drained for the company blood mages. She decides not to mention that; it would put a damper on the conversation, probably.
"There was a goat at the farm I pet the cow at, but she'd just had babies and didn't want to be bothered. No horses, some chickens - they're weird little birds, yeah? And a pig!" she says brightly. "It was a lot bigger then they look in picture books."