entranceway inbox

[mcgucket]

[text/voice/video/etc.]

"Howdy, you've reached the voicemail of Fiddleford McGucket! Unfortunately I can't stay and chat right now, but please leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you quicker than a chicken on a junebug!

... Unless your name is Stanford Pines. In which case, "somethin's on fire right now" better not be the reason why you're callin' me."

Comments

[mcgucket]

[ughhh why do you sound like Stanford about this]

Even if someone uses the device more than once, it would still only erase what the user types into it's interface.

[And he is going to stick to that story for as long as he can until he's unable to do so anymore.]

[thegrayportrait]

[The mirror pokes holes in that logic.]

And what do you want to forget? Misdeeds? Horrible truths? Minor inconviniences?

[mcgucket]

[And at those words, Fiddleford finally looks well and truly pissed off for a moment.]

What I want to forget is none of your business, or anyone else's for that matter.

[And unless the mirror can think of something to say that can stop or delay him a moment further, Fiddleford is now picking up a towel from somewhere off the floor here, preparing to toss it over the mirror and cover it and the words from being seen.]

[thegrayportrait]

[The mirror wasn't fast enough to say anything more.]

[Dorian sighed as the glass was covered up. There's another Real shutting him out. Great. It seems this one is incapable of being reasoned with.]

[Or is he? There's a good chance McGucket will lock this memory away as well. Then he might wonder why his mirror is covered up and remove the sheet. Keeping this in mind, Dorian wiped away the message he was writing and walked out.]

[He'll be back. If McGucket never forgets about the incident in his room, he'll have to wander through the halls at point. He won't be able to hide from his troubles forever.]

[The Mirror will make sure of that.]