A dustland faerietale

[As always with Ceicl's post-its they're all over his room, so anyone can really see them. Each new line is on a new post it.]

Good morning starshine

Your name is Cecil

I'm Kaye.

You think I'm awesome.

Your girlfriend is Rika

She's a hot little nine year old

Nice ass and everything

You're in Discedo

Not to be confused with the disco

the disco is not as cool

It's been like, a year

Now that you're remembering things I have some advice for you -

Ways for Cecil to score with Rika:

1. The cheesy excuse - "We could die at any moment"
2. The surprise attack - Take her while she's cooking
3. Sympathy - "I hurt my leg, kiss me~"
4. Get her drunk - She's nine, but she drinks anyway
5. Fake food poisoning - hey, it might work
6. Tell her you'll 'fix her pipes'
7. Score her some booze

Good luck champ

We're all rooting for you.

Someone's got to have a decent love life

You're elected.

[A slew of curses that may or may not actually make any sense is met with the sound of the communicator clattering to the ground and the sound of glass shattering. White static follows before Kaye can be seen in jeans and a shirt. The view is a great one from the floor looking up at her.

She shakes out her hand with a frown.]

Right, post once a week, I got it. Stupid piece of shit.

[Foot meets the comm and the thing goes sliding under a chair, giving a terrific view of it's underside. There's a creaking as she seems to have flopped down on the chair.]

Where's a girl gotta go to get some answers around here?

[Finally, there's a loud beep before the comm shuts off completely.]