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Scratch:Huh. You are so hard on men sometimes. Do you realize when you’re being a “straight girl” that you’re not as hard on them? ::ducking::
Winc:::eyes going wide::
Scratch:Uh huh.
Winc:That is weird. True. And weird.
Scratch:But you’re neutral tonight, aren’t you? Actually, what are you?
Winc:I have no idea.
MizMaid:Win, read Scratch’s profile, you’ll like it.
Winc:Nice profile there, Scratch.
Private Message to Scratch
Scratch:Heehee. ::blush:: you know, I’m playing darling little boy to Maid’s benevolent mother. Happens every time. Feel embarrassed.
Winc:How do you know Maid’s not playing you as darling little gay girl?
Scratch:Whoa.
Winc:Uh huh.
You have left “The Women’s Room.”
END SCRATCH JOURNAL ENTRY
PERSONAL LOG, JABBATHEHUT
I have issued a warning, as I do from time to time, to my young, energetic friend. Perhaps he will actually retain the thread of this conversation.
To:Toobe
From:Jabbathehut
Subj:Patterns
I wanted to make you aware of a stirring, my friend. Certain elements of the police persuasion are wending their way towards some truths. I have no faith in their detective powers, nor their ability to interpret.
But, they are starting to realize that many of us are not what we appear.
All this means they will be making quite a show of those who masquerade. You, of course, will not be so silly as to lose any bypasses and lead them to your lair.
In short, do not for a moment sign on casually without bypass codes; even if these detectives don’t catch any aberrations, their computers automatically will.
—J.
To:Jabbathehut
From:Toobe
Subj:Whoa!
What’s the big deal? So what if we sign on as different people? Jesus, don’t they have anything better to do?
—T.
