Full Notices & Spot Entry Voicelines
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Voicelines for when you enter Spot locations and when you have a lot of Notices (Home Voicelines)
Notices
Oz: The mailbox is full.
Arthur: Master Sage, you have lots of letters!
Cain: Master Sage, I dunno if they're letters or presents or whatnot, but it's no good to keep the mailbox full!
Riquet: Can I read the letters to you? ...I might take long, though.
Snow: O Sage, the mailbox is full.
White: O Sage, the mailbox is full.
Mithra: I don't really care, but it looks like you've got quite a lot of mail.
Owen: You've got unread mail.
Bradley: Hey! It'll be a pain in the ass later if you let the mailbox keep gettin' stuffed like this!
Faust: Hey, you've got letters.
Shino: You've got mail. Aren't you interested?
Heathcliff: Looks like you got quite a bit of mail. Shall we clean some?
Nero: Ain't it about time you look 'em over?
Shylock: Master Sage, please read your mail.
Murr: You've got mail! It's funny how they can't even fit in!
Chloe: Master Sage, the letters are piling up. I'll help you, so let's read them.
Rustica: The mail looks like it's about to burst from the mailbox any moment now. You're quite the popular one!
Figaro: The mailbox is stuffed to the max, you know!
Rutile: Master Sage, if you don't read up, you might miss some important information.
Lennox: I'm sorry to bother you when you're busy, but you have unread letters.
Mitile: Master Sage, the mailbox is full. Rutile will scold you!
Spots
Oz: Where shall we go?
Arthur: Where are we going?
Cain: Where are we heading?
Riquet: You're trying to tempt me with worldly desires, aren't you.
Snow: O Sage, where are you headed?
White: O Sage, where are you going?
Mithra: Well then, I'll be heading over there.
Owen: I'll come with you. Happy?
Bradley: If we're going somewhere, it better not be boring.
Faust: Where do you want to go?
Shino: Where do you wanna go?
Heathcliff: Where shall we go?
Nero: Babysitting again...
Shylock: I wonder where it is you'll go...I'm interested is all.
Murr: Where're ya going? I'm coming too!
Chloe: Where should we go...
Rustica: I'll go with you anywhere.
Figaro: Alright, it's time to head out
Rutile: Where is it we'll be going?
Lennox: What are we doing?
Mitile: Where are we going?
Notices
Oz: The mailbox is full.
Arthur: Master Sage, you have lots of letters!
Cain: Master Sage, I dunno if they're letters or presents or whatnot, but it's no good to keep the mailbox full!
Riquet: Can I read the letters to you? ...I might take long, though.
Snow: O Sage, the mailbox is full.
White: O Sage, the mailbox is full.
Mithra: I don't really care, but it looks like you've got quite a lot of mail.
Owen: You've got unread mail.
Bradley: Hey! It'll be a pain in the ass later if you let the mailbox keep gettin' stuffed like this!
Faust: Hey, you've got letters.
Shino: You've got mail. Aren't you interested?
Heathcliff: Looks like you got quite a bit of mail. Shall we clean some?
Nero: Ain't it about time you look 'em over?
Shylock: Master Sage, please read your mail.
Murr: You've got mail! It's funny how they can't even fit in!
Chloe: Master Sage, the letters are piling up. I'll help you, so let's read them.
Rustica: The mail looks like it's about to burst from the mailbox any moment now. You're quite the popular one!
Figaro: The mailbox is stuffed to the max, you know!
Rutile: Master Sage, if you don't read up, you might miss some important information.
Lennox: I'm sorry to bother you when you're busy, but you have unread letters.
Mitile: Master Sage, the mailbox is full. Rutile will scold you!
Spots
Oz: Where shall we go?
Arthur: Where are we going?
Cain: Where are we heading?
Riquet: You're trying to tempt me with worldly desires, aren't you.
Snow: O Sage, where are you headed?
White: O Sage, where are you going?
Mithra: Well then, I'll be heading over there.
Owen: I'll come with you. Happy?
Bradley: If we're going somewhere, it better not be boring.
Faust: Where do you want to go?
Shino: Where do you wanna go?
Heathcliff: Where shall we go?
Nero: Babysitting again...
Shylock: I wonder where it is you'll go...I'm interested is all.
Murr: Where're ya going? I'm coming too!
Chloe: Where should we go...
Rustica: I'll go with you anywhere.
Figaro: Alright, it's time to head out
Rutile: Where is it we'll be going?
Lennox: What are we doing?
Mitile: Where are we going?