Monday, June 22nd [Morning].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Since Valentine was doing a bunch of random things on her computer in her room between bites of cereal, it would only make sense for one of those things to be lurking around in one of the island's IM chatrooms. She wasn't exactly sure if anyone would even be around, on their computers, like her in the morning, but it wasn't as if she wasn't already there.


*nottheholiday has logged into chat.


[[ shhhh, it's my only day off this week ]]

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[endsthegame]

god : Or maybe the philosopher was a scythe to begin with, and we just didn't notice until the end.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

demosthenes: A scythe by any other name still cuts the wheat, given that the blade is still sharp.

[endsthegame]

god : Prosaic again, dear Demosthenes. Nevermind semantical. But we were talking about philosphers. Scythe, reaper or reaped? The one thing they'll never be or have is a harvest.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

demosthenes: Now who's being prosaic? Not one that'll last all winter in the larders, anyway.

[endsthegame]

god : I'm fighting fire with fire. Which is also something philosophers lack come the winter.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

demosthenes: If only we had a Prometheus, so that he might steal it from the gods.