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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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NOT GAME CANON

[driftsintobuffetline]

[some ideas for Newt's misfire posts]

[driftsintobuffetline]

Are you done yet? I'm getting cold.
[attached: photo. Newt knows his audience. No awful dick pics for his nerd. Instead, the camera's been propped up across the room and set on a timer to give him a full body shot. He's leaning in the open doorway of what is probably a closet, unlaced Doc Martens on his feet and an oversized parka pulled over him, with the massive hood shadowing his cocky grin, and the front of it left unzipped and open. The rest of Newt, largely tattooed with colorful Kaiju, is nude.]

[mathemagier]

Newton, I'm in public!!

[driftsintobuffetline]

Speaking of roleplaying, you don't think that Graham guy remembers what he said last new year, do you?

[mathemagier]

You'll have to remind me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Is it bad "parenting" if we send her home early after getting hitched so we can spend the rest of our trip fucking?

[mathemagier]

We'll have our own hotel room, and I'm rather certain she's already aware of what a honeymoon entails.

[He hopes so anyway. What age did kids learn about that kind of stuff anyway]

I don't anticipate interruptions being much of an issue.

[driftsintobuffetline]

How long do you think it'll take for people to guess we're married if we don't tell them?

[mathemagier]

Not long, I imagine. Practically the entire imPort population is aware we're engaged, and we'll be wearing matching rings.