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[psycholawgy]

You've reached Athena Cykes. I'm currently unavailable, but leave a message and I'll get back to you pronto. Danke! (voice/call → text → video → action)

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[psycholawgy]

Oh, no, no! Stay there, it's fine.

[cardboard_journalism]

O-okay...

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[cardboard_journalism]

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[cardboard_journalism]

[waits!]

[psycholawgy]

[ It only takes a quick moment to bring the plates to the sink, so Athena comes back out of the kitchen right away. ]

Alright. I'll take care of those later.

[cardboard_journalism]

Thanks a lot for the meal, Athena.

[She was feeling a lot calmer now that she was back inside her box.]

I guess I can add a review of the food to the writeup of your cafe now. Sss, sss, sss!

[psycholawgy]

Hey, that'd be great! Maybe you can do an article about the cosplay, too.

[ She'd totally coerce Myriam to do it in the future. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss. You mean the costumes they make you wear? Sure, I guess whenever they change them I could swing on by... or maybe send Leia.

[psycholawgy]

Huh... I think the two of you should go and actually try cosplaying out!

[cardboard_journalism]

...w-what?! What do you mean, exactly? You can't possibly be talking about wearing those kinds of costumes... right?!

[psycholawgy]

Wear a costume, duh!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk-kahk-kahk! Are you crazy!? We're trying to run a serious newspaper, Athena!

[psycholawgy]

Are you saying cosplaying isn't serious?!

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss, sss! Maybe in certain situations, like waitressing, or being a mascot at an amusement park, it's very serious business conducted by very serious people, seriously.

--Just not by reporters trying to get their next scoop!

[psycholawgy]

... says some girl in a box.

[cardboard_journalism]

Exactly! Glad you understand. Sss, sss, sss!

Oh, speaking of which, I'll take that box back if you don't want it. I think I can give it to another certain person who favors yellow clothes.

[psycholawgy]

[ As much as she wants to please her friends, she just won't go so far as to wear a box. . . ]

I'm sure you'll find some other person easily.

[cardboard_journalism]

It's all right. I understand now.

--You can't wear the box because you're not a journalist. Right? Just like I can't wear a costume because I'm not a waitress or a theme park mascot. Sss, sss, sss, sss, sss.

[psycholawgy]

[ That's... a good compromise. Better than nothing. ]

Ha ha! Yeah, you got it, Myriam!

[cardboard_journalism]

It all makes sense! Sss, sss, sss!

I don't know how well it'd fly with them, but maybe someday all the journalists for the Cerealia Times will have their own boxes. Imagine it! A group of reporters, correspondents, photojournalists and more all descending on a hot scoop in a tidal wave of cardboard!

[she paused to imagine it: it was beautiful]

[psycholawgy]

[ That is a really bad idea. Please stop thinking that... ]

I... can imagine it, all right! Ha, ha... ha...

[cardboard_journalism]

[Myriam is in full on swaying-mode.]

Maybe someday... sss, sss, sss, sss.

[psycholawgy]

Someday, for sure! [ Oh no, here we go. ] That's why you gotta write truthful things and gain good rep!

[cardboard_journalism]

Yeah! ... --Wait a sec...

H-hey! What do you mean by that?

[psycholawgy]

Nothing? I'm just saying that you have aways to go.