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You've reached Timothy Stoker, leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you.

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[epistemological]

She did. It was... it was an impressive amount of bullshit holding it all together, but she lost any sympathy I might have the moment she insisted she was going to continue her chat with you despite boundaries being clearly drawn.

Then I sent her to her room- pardon, her cabin and she went into full-scale toddler meltdown.

Careful to keep the volume down, if only for your ears.

[ Which is when he plays back the entire encounter for Tim, at least until he'd closed the door. ]

[statementfuckingends]

[He may not have had the volume low enough, because he audibly winces at Misty screaming, but he can't help sniggering.]

Christ. She really doesn't know how to admit she's lost, does she?

[epistemological]

My grandmother would be spinning in her grave if I behaved like that... and I've never been what you'd call 'lovely'.

Sypha was rather displeased about it and promised she'd keep her out as well. I might want to seek out some less manual solution if she continues in the future.

[statementfuckingends]

What about a shock collar?

[epistemological]

For some reason, I don't think her warden will approve.

[statementfuckingends]

You never know, he might think it's kinky.

But seriously, short of setting up, like- a keycard system or something, or getting someone to set up an alarm spell whenever she walks in, it might have to be a manual job.

[epistemological]

I don't need the alarm; I can do that myself. It's not having to come to the door every five minutes because she's coming to ask for a different manager.