IC Inbox/Private Line

[awfulsentimetal]

[Ring-a-ding if you need something!

The Spine is never without his phone. If he doesn't pick up on the third or fourth ring, something is definitely wrong. Or one of his brothers has stolen it. Or they're just making it impossible for him to answer.]

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[awfulsentimetal]

[Uh...]

Don't worry about it, Mister Iverwelling. I'm sure where you come from things are different. Where I'm from, we just have bands that play bars sometimes. Not... uh. "Pub bards".

[doctoral_bird]

Bars.

[ There was faint mumbling on his end of the phone. Something akin to "Barrss... Bars. Bars." He assumed it was something like a tavern, given the conversation. ]

Well I'm still quite surprised! Can't begin to fathom what sort of entertainment your world has, if singing automatons aren't the talk of the town!

[ It could always just be that The Spine was the more humble of the group. ]

[awfulsentimetal]

[The Spine is the humble one, but it isn't false humility. They really aren't that well known outside of their home town.]

Well, uh... [How to explain movies and television to someone that screamed at the sight of him?] It's not that we aren't impressive, it's just that we're... kinda... niche.