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[ritterstand]

[ There's a cheery Lancelot on the network, dressed in an apron and toting a menu. The background is a rather serene looking cafe, and in the background is someone working studiously in the background serving customers. He smiles as he addresses the camera. ]

Good day to you, Prismatica. Have you considered that the coffee you're drinking is just water and bitter bits rather than an experience that takes you away from the real world for a moment?

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That's what we're offering you here at Cafe Azure. I'm the assistant manager, Lancelot and with our owner and barista Sandalphon - we're offering coffee as an experience. Coffee as a moment in time rather than just something you drink to keep you going through the drudgery of life.

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Ah, yeah... the names were from a friend. He has a penchant for these kinds of overdramatic things. But the drinks are next to none, so please consider coming to Cafe Azure! We look forward to seeing you there!

four 💕 anonymous text.

[dereban]

so, once again, iiiiit's your local prismanon asking for some advice!

it's almost the end of the year, huh? like, ten months deep. i've been here for like, what? almost half a year now? that's kind of shocking to be honest. and it makes me wonder. who here misses their homes? but more so than that...

we're getting 'older' here, right? like, if your birthday passes, you count that as a +1 to your age, right?

so, the real question i have here is simple: if you start getting older than all of your friends back home, isn't it kind of sad? you spend all your time here, getting to know people, maybe making new friends. but you're aging. you don't know if your world's time is moving. like... i'm the only one from my world here, tbh. it's lonely! ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

the other thing ig i wanted to ask is...

if the person you care about the most is back home, how do you deal with that? how can you just bear waiting to figure out how to get home -- when you've been in this world for so long that you've almost given up hope on the idea that maybe, one day, they'll show up here. or even that you might actually go back?