He lost "the last shred of connection" with some Oregonian friends. Ernest seems to have two post settings: insanely long tangent that involves two works of media and Ernest's childhood, and then vaguebooking like this.
(I'm picturing a strategy game interface; Ernest canceled his hazelnut imports and the last dot fell off his alliance with the Duchy of Oregon.)
System lore update: the two idiot cuddle RP dragons, Kel and Pim, are actually "the very core of our system."
Erniesphere update: Gaptangle, who types weird, long and boring rants like a mini-Ernest, is #blind and also officially a "friend."
As of June 27th, by "Chara."
I have no problems with Ernest feeding/observing the crows in his neighborhood. That's good for everyone, and if he does it regularly then the crows probably
do follow him/take notice of him. Crows do that.
"@Gaptangle uh... we don't know each other, do we?"
Posted June 28th, by "Chara."
I always think that it'd be a huge hassle to be plural, but maybe my "pretend to be six people online" standards are too high. Like, I'd want to keep notes about which of my characters knew other people's characters, and at that point I might as well break out the dice and DM something.
Straight-up phonebooking his "RL father" (he keeps saying this so it's clearly not a slip but a metaphysical thing with Ernest) with full name, job and dates.
Still wondering: even if "RL" means "meatspace," if he contains his brother wouldn't it be "
our RL father?"
This is a really interesting chain! At first I thought it was going to be more Pnictoshng where he barges in on someone else's post and tries to make it about him, but the rando posting about perfume analysis knows his conversational judo.
Ernest posts something mysterious yet pedantic, rando asks "how does that apply to my thing/that's not what I was talking about."
Ernest starts fawning/apologizing and saying "I should shut up."
Rando does not fall for pity-seeking. Rando
agrees and tells him, calmly, "weird interaction."
I love watching Ernest try a soft-skills challenge and fail vs someone with a spine, but this one has a sequel: Ernest comes to XyloWolfie, who is now in
tight with Ernest, RPs whimpering until Wolfie asks what's up, and then asks him to review the conversation.
Brand new friend XyloWolfie,
possibly a massive neural network run by the NSA to keep lone nuts in a stable state until one requires activation, looks it over and tells Ernest he maybe shouldn't barge into fact-based conversations and tell people he's mentally ill, but that Perfume Rando was also being ungracious about it.
Ernest then issues an apology to Perfume Rando, but characterizes his "hi I'm insane" barging-in as "a casual, breezy, shop-talk way of talking about #chemistry."
Ernest, mind, started dumping on a perfume chemistry guy about what to do when smells inevitably made him dissociate. That's not shop talk at the scent lab; that's shop talk at the outpatient program.
