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third. backdated to 4/july.
[Connor has been perched in his window for some time, carefully observing all these noisy explosions down in the city. He has no idea what's going on, but nobody seems to be panicking, so...
Eventually, he opens up his journal to dictate.]
What is the purpose of these explosions? Does anyone know? Is this normal?
Eventually, he opens up his journal to dictate.]
What is the purpose of these explosions? Does anyone know? Is this normal?
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Hey man, nothing personal... but steam engines are still a pretty big deal for you guys. And horses do shit in your streets don't they?
[[ooc: I apologize for him, he's an asshole and doesn't get it.]]
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They are animals. What they do has no bearing on me.
[ooc. ahaha no apologies necessary!! c: i get it.]
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