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Taking questions for Finch, Bingle, Ninetwo, Anne, her cat, and anybody else about the Janitorial Division.

Taking questions for Thoth, Tom, Ferrux, Ialthos, or any other charactee I've forgotten here.

Taking questions for all four of mine (Chris, Ami, Miguel, and Violet), as usual. Since she's one of mine, I'll also be taking questions for newbie agent Palmeira Citrine this year, who has asked me to inform you all not to call her "Palmy".

Taking questions for Abaddon and T'Zar, Salok, Edgar and Agen____t, Brenda and Charlie, Dawn, Allison, Kozar, the Reader, Naergondir and Gurnirel, Jacques (and every AU version of him you can possibly think of for good measure), Ruby, Seren, and Owain Sato, and Cai Bonnefoy.

Taking questions for Alantha, Allanya, Aelis, Nowhere, Ava, Ailienas, Feloriel, Falloren, Iria, Faylise, Matteo, and Nievelle.

Edit: You can ask anything SF4M, but if the character would be confused or lie, that's the answer you're getting. Feel free to specify a point in the storyline, too!

Taking questions for the Aviator, Zeb, and Elanor; Ix and Charlotte; Lorson and Dax; and Alex, Olivine, and Farilan.

Since we do these around yearly, people were interested, and I need to stress-test T-Board some, I'm starting another mailbox game

The format of the thread is as follows:

Setup post

>BoarderName1's Agents' Mailbox

>>Question(s) for BN1's Agent1

>>>Answer(s) to the above

>>Question(s) for BN1's Agent2 and Agent3

>>>Answer(s) to the above

>>Another question for BN1's Agent1

>>>Answer to the above

>BoarderName2's Agents' Mailbox

>>Question(s) for BN2's Agent 2

You don't have to have all of your agents participating, and the answers aren't canon unless you say they are.

Finally, if someone requests you don't ask their characters specific questions, please respect that.

Have fun everybody!

One’s a blonde sunglasses-wearing human with wolf ears. The other’s an anthropomorphic Tiger Dragon from the Dragon Story continuum. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Skater and Leo!

"Some species have their amino acids backwards from humans — and hani — so they can't eat the same food."

"Forgetting about that is a great way to have a bad time."

“Guess that’s okay, then.” She placed the cake on her plate and looked around for a drink. She smiled when she spotted some Butterbeer: she’d taken a liking to it on missions. As she grabbed a plastic cup, she thought of a question. “What’s... amino acid chirality? I have a vague idea what an amino acid, but I’ve never heard of chirality.”

"Amino acid chirality, major ingredients, that sort of thing."

"If you can eat most anything a World One human can, that's marked too to make it easier, like on this one." She pointed to an icon on the label for the cake Kat had just grabbed.

She was about to grab a slice of cake when a thought struck her. "Hey, Farah," she said, looking suspiciously at the cake, "do you know where this food comes from? Is it definitely edible?"

"And happy new year." She took a few small meat-filled rolls and stuck them on her plate.

"Name's Katarina Eagle, but everyone calls me Kat. Nice to meet you." She was at first a little startled by Farah's fur, but hid her reaction well. After all, she had feathers herself, even if they weren't immediately obvious.

A garish green vending machine and his hoodie wearing friend walk in. The vending machine looked festive, wearing a gold top hat style party hat and Mardi Gras party beads while twirling one of those noise makers. "Oh yeah, time to make 2019 twenty fine-teen!"

His less than festive companion gave him a deadpan. "3 seconds in and I already need drink. Thank you Spensor."

The pair go off to find drinks at the food table.

She was wearing black breeches and a few earrings. The neon green hat she'd grabbed clashed with her brown fur.

"Hi there!" she said to the woman in the dress. "I'm Farah!"

She was alone; after the disaster that had been Halloween Edward had point-blank refused to come. That suited her, as she was able to socialise without her embarrassing brother tagging along and annoying everyone.

Kat wore a simple pale blue dress made of light material and fairly unremarkable black shoes - not high heels, they were far too uncomfortable for her.

Glancing around, she saw that there weren't many people (or other sentient beings) there yet. She wandered over to one of the tables and picked up an orange paper hat, which she placed carefully on her head. It was a little big but would probably stay balanced if she didn't move around too much. She considered a plain white mask but decided against it. Kat preferred to be recognised.

She wandered over to the food and drink table, making up her mind that she'd have a few snacks and maybe a drink and wait to see if anyone wanted to talk to her.

One of HQ's moderately-sized empty rooms was nowhere near empty a few hours before 2019 began (in UTC on World One, because that seemed like the easiest reference point). A string of large paper numbers covered in gold glitter, spelling out "2019", had been hung from the ends of the ceiling. The far end of the room held tables piled with all sorts of party food (including something rather tasty that looked like blue spaghetti) and drinks. About half of the room contained tables of varying heights, some of which had chairs. The tables had started out with large stocks of noisemakers, paper hats, and masks, though a few of them were running low. The other half of the room didn't have much furniture so everyone could mingle. The dancefloor was near the door, shielded with sound dampening to prevent the rest of the party from being drowned in the music. Balloons hung in the air, either still tied to something or drifting.

Overall, everything seemed to be set up for a good party[1]. Some people were already in attendance, while the main group of partygoers was still filling in.

[1]: Assuming, of course, that the food and drink kept coming. Otherwise, it would be less of a party and more of a minor riot roaming the hallways looking for the promissed free refreshments.

"...that was Wing. And that sounds like Zechs, all right. The whole Lust Object thing with him is kinda weird considering there's already a canonical love interest of sorts for him..."

"Since when has that stopped the...shipping?" Leonidas interjected, the word shipping sounding out of place from a massive super-soldier currently dressed as a rather imposing Zeon admiral.

"Good point," Sammy sighed. "Anyhow, yeah. Wing is awesome. It's where I started, and even though I've watched a lot of others since then, it's still my favorite and I keep coming back to it. If you ever wanna meet up and binge-watch it, let me know. That goes for all of you lot," he added, including the dragon/knight couple as well as the boys in his invitation. "Or binge-watch anything, really. With some exceptions." He coughed twice suddenly, and it sounded strangely as if the word "Twilight" was sandwiched between the two coughs.

"You guys are weird," he opined. "I don't think I'm gonna get married to anyone at all if it makes you that weird."

Meanwhile, Ian was thinking. "That's, uh, Wing, right? Yeah, we definitely learned about that one. One of the villains was a big Lust Object, and his name was Zechs?" He snickered. They had barely made it through that particular class. On the other hand, they remembered it, so the teachers likely considered it worth the inevitable case of the giggles.

"Indeed. Naturally. Indubitably." He sighed.

"...In fact, I have no intent of stealing your man, Gall. The days when I would have considered such a thing are long behind me."

Neither of these topics were ones he was sure he wanted to be drawn into further.

Naturally, that was when Gall chose to stride back up to the group, mouth half-full of pie. She gave Thoth a once-over and a nod. "'Sup, Jötun?" With a smirk, she said to Derik, "See you found your boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, we're announcing our engagement at midnight. Don't miss it."

(( Thank you for the perfect setup for a joke I've been planning this whole time. {= D ))

"My scales look like my hair. Funny how that works..."

Ialthos gave him a whack. "You did that deliberately! I've looked it up, that's not how the magic works." He turned to the kids, grinning. "He's a western-type dragon. He's also adorable."

"Yes!" said Ferrux proudly, "Yes I am!"

"...Honestly he's like an oversized puppy sometimes..."

"Oh, ease up on me, knight. It's not like I've ever heard you complain about it."

"Hey, I went this far with you. Don't push your luck, dragon."

"...As I recall you went quite a lot farther than that..."

Ialthos whacked him again, blushing furiously. "Ferrux, there are kids present!"

"Hey! Your dirty mind isn't my fault." He grinned at the kids. "Never marry anyone who will whack you on the head. It turned out well for me, but as a dragon I have a thicker skull and... ow! What was that for?"

"Absolutely nothing..." said Ialthos, chuckling to himself. "I just thought it was funny."

"Well then how would you like... this!" Ferrux poked Iathos's forehead. Both of them broke down laughing.

"It seems there are many musicians among us tonight. I must confess a lack of talent in that area myself, however. The art of war consumed enough of my attention."

He paused for thought. "I suppose that is love, between two mortals, then. My apologies, it's been long enough since I had any experiences of the sort..."

"Yup! And I'm 15 by the way...Yeah. There are a bunch of different timelines but After Colony is my favorite. So I based my Gunpla off the Gundam Sandrock Kai, piloted by Quatre, the guy I'm dressed as. The original had giant curved swords that could each bisect a mobile suit. But I gave it a flail instead so that I could make better use of its physical strength..."

Leonidas let his young companion ramble, his eyes roving around the room.