Attention: Mr. Sorrow Subject: Request and Complaint
Request: Power Adapter.
Details: As you are doubtless aware, Mr. Hope and Miss Delight's tampering has apparently lead to the city's flooding with our rubbish. Putting aside how interesting it is that the items unmistakably belong to each person, rather than are random debris from the worlds --
One of my computers wound up here, but I've been unable to develop an adapter to permit plugging into Hadriel's power. I am increasingly sure I will not be able to. Please find attached photos and diagrams.
I would like to be able to plug my computer into the power supply with the result that it operates without issue.
Offer: I do not know what would be sufficient. A sorrowful memory?
[ and... look... Mr. Sorrow refused to assist them. Hermann understands, he does. However, that makes him indirectly responsible for the situation continuing. That makes him indirectly responsible for his complaints winding up in Mr. Sans's bony, insufferable hand. That makes him indirectly responsible for what Hermann's had to put up with, and... look... it's been a very long time since Hermann's been able to file a complaint. ]
Complaint: Mr. Sans, i.e., personal items in unacceptable hands
Details: I understand your refusal to assist Mr. Hope and Miss Delight, however, your lack of tolerance seems to be expressed by inaction. I assume this is rooted in the confidence that they will fail. Their failure has consequences. These consequences are occasionally good, in that I am not begrudging that woman her tambourine or complaining about my computer, but they are otherwise dangerous or highly troublesome. (See: Dragons, severed hands, Mr. Sans with my papers.) If they have no chance of success, you might be a touch more proactive in stopping them.
Additionally, as the god of sorrow, I do wonder whether you can do anything about his infernal sense of humor. Nothing permanent, as I would not wish to tamper terribly with him or cause him harm, but if I have to listen to or read one more blighted bit of wordplay about bones or whatever is topical, I may truly, accidentally kill him, and I do not want that on my hands.
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Subject: Request and Complaint
Request: Power Adapter.
Details: As you are doubtless aware, Mr. Hope and Miss Delight's tampering has apparently lead to the city's flooding with our rubbish. Putting aside how interesting it is that the items unmistakably belong to each person, rather than are random debris from the worlds --
One of my computers wound up here, but I've been unable to develop an adapter to permit plugging into Hadriel's power. I am increasingly sure I will not be able to. Please find attached photos and diagrams.
I would like to be able to plug my computer into the power supply with the result that it operates without issue.
Offer: I do not know what would be sufficient. A sorrowful memory?
[ and... look... Mr. Sorrow refused to assist them. Hermann understands, he does. However, that makes him indirectly responsible for the situation continuing. That makes him indirectly responsible for his complaints winding up in Mr. Sans's bony, insufferable hand. That makes him indirectly responsible for what Hermann's had to put up with, and... look... it's been a very long time since Hermann's been able to file a complaint. ]
Complaint: Mr. Sans, i.e., personal items in unacceptable hands
Details: I understand your refusal to assist Mr. Hope and Miss Delight, however, your lack of tolerance seems to be expressed by inaction. I assume this is rooted in the confidence that they will fail. Their failure has consequences. These consequences are occasionally good, in that I am not begrudging that woman her tambourine or complaining about my computer, but they are otherwise dangerous or highly troublesome. (See: Dragons, severed hands, Mr. Sans with my papers.) If they have no chance of success, you might be a touch more proactive in stopping them.
Additionally, as the god of sorrow, I do wonder whether you can do anything about his infernal sense of humor. Nothing permanent, as I would not wish to tamper terribly with him or cause him harm, but if I have to listen to or read one more blighted bit of wordplay about bones or whatever is topical, I may truly, accidentally kill him, and I do not want that on my hands.
Thank you.