Brick (Technocrat)/Contacts
- Van: Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin;/But thy sins, which are seventy times seven,/Seven ages would fail thee to purge in,/And then they would haunt thee in heaven:/Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,/And the loves that complete and control/All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows/That wear out the soul.
- Alexis: Pretty lady. Can carry a conversation. Wants the boyfriend's D. What's not to like, apart from membership in a global counter-liberty conspiracy?
- Cameron: I refuse to admit that he's got a point. Doing him the courtesy of not bombing his office from otherspace is about as much politeness as I can muster.
- Cig: Stone. Stoner friend. Girl problems? Mom problems? Knows where the Earth drugs at. Not as gay as we'd thought.
- Harano: Concussed cousin by gay marriage. Or something. I don't know how this fag/dog stuff works.
- Carver: I could make you such a cool leg c'monnn lemme make you an awesome leg maybe you'll fucking smile for once listen I could cut off the other one and make you TWO awesome legs how'satsound
- Bryn: Great fencer. Not as male as we'd thought. Real into that dead lady. Wish I could say I was into that, but if you're gonna make me watch lezzes they should at least. Both. Be alive. Man of high standards.
- Gil: Strong impression you've mistaken SoCal for the trackless African savannah circa King Solomon's Mines. Sorry I set fire to all the things that one time.
- Luke: Talks faster than me. Wanna take a lawnmower to his hair. Won't admit to being magic. Frustrating. Enjoyed, would be frustrated again.
- Foster: So many preachers in this town. At least this one doesn't seem to be turning his crazy into magic. One headache fewer.
- Hrafn: how i mine for sense. Cute bird, though.
- everyone else: why is everyone staring at me
