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[architectron.livejournal.com]

What do you do when you have a structure that is beginning to break apart, that is no longer ethically or professionally sound?

You tear it down.

The barriers are breaking. I know. I'm the one who designed them.

The walls in the place aren't what they used to be, apparently don't stand up to the type of wear and tear your five fearless and crayons-in-hand leaders inflict on them. Material like this wasn't designed to handle so much abuse, let alone constant scribbling on the paint and wallpaper.

And what is that? That doesn't even look like a mountain.

There's only one solution: see paragraph [A].

Don't you all want to get home again?

[ooc: There's a reason we called this plot "The Architect." Ladies and gentlemen of the City, meet The Architect.]

Comments

[architectron.livejournal.com]

Never! Not with the Fearless Five still in charge. Never not ever. They'll never touch another one of my designs again!

[moresake.livejournal.com]

Oh, but there are always other architects, you know. I wouldn't count on them giving up so easily.

[architectron.livejournal.com]

Shut up shut up shut up! Stop trying to poke holes in the truth! You've already got holes in the walls of your world. Go through them! Go! Now! While you still can!

This is no time for sitting around arguing definitions of words and drinking too much sake.

[moresake.livejournal.com]

There is always time to sit around and consider definitions and alcohol.

I am not going back; I was there overlong. There are others who will thank you for the opportunity, I'm sure.

[architectron.livejournal.com]

Not this time.

Fine. Then die.

[moresake.livejournal.com]

Then where is the worth in existence?

I suppose that is an option.

[architectron.livejournal.com]

No more philosophy! Go if you're going.