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[ closed text: trafalgar law. A lot of the contents of the pamphlet and device tutorials go over Corazon's head, if he's honest. It's hard to go from dying to not-quite, to completely lose his bearings in the blink of an eye (that felt much longer). Concentration gets more difficult. Long story short, Corazon is pretty much fumbling around blindly when he happens across the name. Law's name. He'd like to say he doesn't blindly trust to hope, but he is... really, desperately hoping when he sends the message. ]

Are you who you say you are?

[ nailed it. How could this possibly be a bad idea. In a day or so he will probably realize exactly why it could be a bad idea, but still. ]

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[ Following that personal matter, he also opts to poke around on this network. It's simply what's done. At least that's what it looks like to him. In any case, a little bit of casual investigation never hurt. So follows an open post; ]

This is already more peaceful than the last island I was on. But I don't think it was hard to beat at the time.

Do you have any advice for a newcomer that the booklet doesn't cover? I would be interested in hearing it.

[ Users will find that (ICly) the replies they get from this poster are relatively staggered in timing. Corazon can be absentminded on a good day, but today is especially rough. ]

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I think you can get used to that sort of thing. It's true that it doesn't mean you should.

A problem?

I agree. Still it does make it difficult to have a vacation ah well.

Unfortunately this world is made for those six feet and under it seems. Perhaps seven at a stretch. But anywhere above that and it becomes difficult to do anything well. It's a bit inconsiderate, don't you think?

That is going to make things difficult. Having to bend over just to fit through a door can cause a lot of problems.

[ If he didn't haven't such a propensity for falling over, maybe it wouldn't. But as it stands, that's gonna be a pain to manage.

This world... this future... it's a nightmare. ]

Are you of a certain height?

[could it be he has found a fellow sufferer?]

I'm over nine feet. I can slouch, but... it doesn't sound like that's going to be enough to make it through most doorways.

Edited 2016-08-10 03:20 (UTC)

Ten and an inch... It's not but I've developed some strategies.

If you would like I'm currently at a tea shop which has a place for those of our stature.

[sends a location]

[ He thinks on his successful meeting odds. Generally, he thinks they're pretty okay. Looks like a public venue in any case. ]

Sure. I might be slow getting there.

Very well. Take your time. I will be here.

Thanks.

[ As predicted, he is a little slow in getting there, but he's good to his word on arriving, at least. The nicer thing about coming here to meet up with someone over "living in a world that mostly caters to people shorter than 7 feet tall" is that it's relatively easy to pick out who he's meeting with.

He wasn't expecting a familiar face to be attached to them, of course. It's... kind of nice. A pleasant surprise? ]

Ah- so it's you!

[ Height solidarity, marine... solidarity. ]

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