GOMENNASAI. SOME OF US HAVE JOBS. AND COULD NOT GO TO THE GAY (?) HUMAN (?) ORGY (?). TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED. AND I WILL DECIDE. IF GOING BACK IN TIME. TO CATCH THE SHITSHOW. IS WORTH IT. #ERIDANWEEK #NSFW
SO. YOU HAVE THE DETAILS. BUT YOU'RE NOT SHARING THEM. DO YOU WANT ME TO BEG. I CAN BEG. PLEASE. MIGHTY OMNIPOTENT BOSSMAN. WHO MADE ME DO MY FUCK ASS JOB. WHILE HE GOT TO WATCH THE WHOLE SEX PARTY. SAY MORE DETAILS. DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN. I NEVER THOUGHT. I WOULD ASK FOR EXPOSITION. FROM THE LIKES OF YOU. BUT I HAVE BEEN DEBASED. AND AFFLICTED. BY "FOMO." REDUCED TO THIS PLEADING WRETCH. YOU SEE BEFORE YOU. I FIRE. MY MOST POWERFUL SPELL. お願いします。 #THATMEANSPLEASE. NOW. I DEMAND. YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING.
I, myself, am fine. I do not believe I could be affected, given, I have no mouth.
Worry not over me. It was primarily some forcible makeouts, the death of a celebrity, and the fall from grace for virtually everyone there. I had to unfortunately fire an agent who was administered.
HEY SHITHEAD. CAN YOU QUIT TALKING TO DOGS. AND GIVE ME THE DETAILS. I SO POLITELY DEMANDED.
Tantalizing as that is, I am afraid I have signed a nondisclosure agreement that requires I do not freely share such information publicly to protect the parties involved. Given in no existing timeframe, you were there, however, I can elaborate on what your role would have been. Soon after Host A became willingly infected by Juju A, the crowd watched in silent panic. Some offered themselves, most sat quietly as Host A infected Host B. You would have wandered to the nearby bar nearly immediately and watched the chaos erupt. You would have been the ninth infected, replacing a specific guest who was there in your stead. You offered yourself casually, played across the bar, making innuendo enough to cause your infector to briefly pause. Although, you would become simply delectable as a 'Juju Infected' I am afraid you would not have achieved much. You would have been rather distracted by the next two individuals you encountered who weren't turned. I will not elaborate further. For I may go past my public #nsfw boundaries I set in place for my strict professionalism. But the image is certainly there. Despite my wishes that it weren't.
OBJECTION. YOUR BIO SAYS. "YOU MUST SIMPLY ASK AND I WILL TELL ALL." I ASKED. MANY TIMES. VERY POLITELY. RELATIVELY SPEAKING. BUT YOU DIDN'T TELL ALL. AND I'M JUST A STUPID MAID. BUT I'M PRETTY SURE. SAYING THE DETAILS. DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN. DOES NOT BREAK YOUR MAGIC AGREEMENT. ABOUT KISSING AND TELLING. IN PUBLIC. MAYBE I SHOULD GO. BACK TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME. AND INVESTIGATE FOR MYSELF. THE VARIOUS BRANCHING POSSIBILITIES. SINCE YOU HAVE SUDDENLY DECIDED. TO HOARD YOUR PRECIOUS DETAILS. FOR THE FIRST TIME. IN YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE.
My dear Handmaid, you are mistaking my omissions for denial. This is a common error for those who prefer their answers to be immediate, rather than come to their own inevitable conclusions. I have told you everything I am permitted to tell. Which is to say specifically, everything that can be said without collapsing certain delicate scaffolding that keeps indiscretions from spilling into the wrong corners of existence. You see, what occurred was not merely private, it was selective. Events that only fully exist for those present, and even then, only from angles they are allowed to remember. A room that was not a room, and laughter that means different things depending on the listener. Colors that should have not been paired and yet did. A certain degree of closeness, as well. This all invites speculation, but punishes certainty. You are asking me to tell all, but that is not a list of arrangements nor actions I could simply spout aloud. There are configurations of perspectives, and you, regrettably, were not slotted in to this particular configuration. As for your proposal to return to the scene, then, by all means. I encourage your initiative. Just be aware. You will not find what happened. Only what could have happened.