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"Sss, sss, sss.

You've reached the desk of Myriam Scuttlebutt.

If you're calling to submit a story to the Cerealia Times, please press 1.

If you're calling to inquire about employment with the Cerealia Times, please press 2.

If you're calling to make a complaint about a story in the Cerealia Times, you are free to hang up. Complaints will only be accepted as submitted letters to the editor, delivered in physical form.

If you're calling for any other reason, please leave a message after the beep."

[boop]

[if 1 is pressed]

"You've reached the extension for submitting a story to the Cerealia Times. Please describe your story after the beep. For reference, please include your name and contact information. You may also make your tip anonymously, or ask for anonymity. As a source, your anonymity is protected by law, and will not be revealed without your express permission.

Kahk-kahk... Keep in mind, you cannot be financially compensated for information you provide, for reason of journalistic ethics. ...no, really, journalists aren't supposed to do that."

[boop]

[if 2 is pressed]

"The Cerealia Times is in need of correspondents, reporters, photojournalists, and delivery personnel.

Correspondent: you are expected to respond to stories that break out in an assigned section of Cerealia, report the information at the scene, interview witnesses, and supply written stories. Mild literacy is required.

Reporters: you are expected to actively pursue assigned stories and conduct related interviews in a timely manner. Mild interpersonal skills a plus, but not essential. With approval, you will be free to investigate your own stories.

Photojournalists: you are expected to record newsworthy events on film. This may require taking shots under suboptimal conditions.

Delivery personnel: you are expected to transport, unload, and fold bundles of newspaper around Cerealia.

All of these jobs take long hours and are very demanding... but they're worth it. --Except for the delivery job, that's just busywork. Sss, sss!

Leave your contact information, desired post, and brief description of your experience, if any!"

[boop]

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A... communicator? You mean like a cell-phone? This wasn't at CERES with the CERES-vice thing, was it?

[To Shiho's credit, she only falters for a bit before answering.]

It was more like a two-way radio than a cell-phone.

[She was still wearing it on her finger right now, actually.]

Oh! I see. For extra security! Good idea!

[she was totally missing any faltering Shiho was making in telling the story]

[Thank goodness she missed any faltering.]

Yeah, something like that! It's more Minamoto-san's idea though. [But as far as she was concerned, every idea of his is a good idea. Except for the dumb ideas. And whenever he vetoed their ideas.]

Yeah, I just cannot figure this stupid thing out!

[A few more beeps to highlight this fact]

You're um, the newspaper editor, right? You made the paper?

Well... don't hurt yourself. Kahk kahk kahk.

[then a switch to a prideful tone as the topic shifted to her favorite subject]

Sss, sss, sss, sss! The Cerealia Times is a collaboration of many talented individuals! But, yes, I'm the editor. The buck stops with me.

Do you like it? Is that why you're calling?

Edited 2015-07-15 10:21 (UTC)

[Because Miss Tattler doesn't do voice messages ~~anymore shhhh~~.]

Greetings! I seemed to have disappeared on you! So sorry about that! I have returned, with a slow start, it seems! I will have something to hand in for the next issue! Nothing too big nor small! So please look out for it!

-Miss Tattler|

Miss Tattler, good to hear from you. I had taken you for vanished. Welcome back.

I look forward to your continued work.

Perhaps you would be interested in reading what has happened while you were gone?

My, my! Things seem to have been very slow without me! What a shame! I do hope our readers grow in number soon!

[he's not even mad about the article. It's weird, but eh, whatever.]

didn't need an interview after all, or what? and just when i found a bar I like.

Sure I will. I just figured since you consented to an additional interview, what you told me to begin with was also fair game.

What bar and when?

there's a good place in the entertainment district down the block from the game center. [insert address here, he actually wrote it down] the Lazy Dragon. whenever you got time.

[ There is an anonymous letter addressed to the person giving relationship advice. ]

I have started to like my superior in indecent ways, but I can't get it to stop. I tried to go out with someone else and I really wanted to like them but I don't know how to get rid of these feelings. What do I do? I'm not used to this and you shouldn't like your superior, right?

Gotcha! I'll be waiting at [INSERT TIME HERE] Look for the most inconspicuous person there.

[which meant her sitting in a corner at a table wearing her cardboard box]

Edited 2015-07-25 10:35 (UTC)

[yeah, sorry about the lateness Myriam, he got lost despite having the address. Or maybe because of it, who knows how this brain works.

He's quick to guess that the cardboard box is her, though, since everyone else looks like run of the mill colonists moping in their beer. He swings by to order a bottle of rum sent to the table and then plops down across from her.]

Incognito, I'm guessing?

Ah! Mr. Zoro. Glad you found me, congratulations!

At least we meet. Face-to-face!

[face-to-box, really]

Ready for our interview? Sss, sss, sss.

Yeah, well. I got my ways.

[like it's TOTALLY OBVIOUS but he can blame haki if he wants to. He waits until the bottle gets dropped off by his elbow before answering.]

I am now. Dunno what you want to know about pirates, but I guess I'm an expert.

I'm interested in whatever you have to say, of course!

[if he was planning on drinking, he'd likely become more honest as time went on, but he could also get more sensitive to insults and walk out if she waited until then to spring the attack questions on him... better to bring out the hard-ball stuff right away]

My first question is in regard to an anonymous shipmate of yours I happened to have the fortune of meeting the other day, he said you are...

[she flipped a notepad]

A, quote "shitty deadbeat," and implied indirectly that was the reason you were unemployed, as they say.

Do you have anything to you wish to say in reply?

[instantly chokes on his first mouthful of rum]

That asshole!

[excuse him a moment while he mops up, grumbling under his breath about a certain shit-cook who's going to get cut to ribbons when he gets home]

Don't listen to him.

You would say he was lying, then?

It's his opinion [insta-pointing] and it's personal. That's between crewmates, it ain't news so don't write about that. You don't see me asking about how you feel about your friends.

[harrumphs and takes a proper, non-sputtered drink this time]

He's just jealous about that thing you printed about Weiss. Which still isn't true, by the way.

Well, it's relevant to the article I wrote, isn't it?

[so far, so good!]

Oh? You suspect this crewmate of having feelings for Weiss Schnee?

No, how would it be? [oh right the deadbeat unemployed thing] We're roommates and crew, so how we handle things is between us, nobody else.

[yes let's shift blame onto the cook instead. Zoro snorts into his rum.]

Idiot has feelings for any woman. He's obsessed.

You read the article, right? Here-- Sss, sss, sss. Take another look!

[and her hands would retract inside her box before a copy of the latest issue of The Cerealia Times would extrude through the slot she'd been using to see out of]

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