anomaly 007 . post-fourth wall . spam, video

[dinosize]

[ He's been worrying himself sick since the day came and went. Nick could be gone forever. He probably is gone forever. Stephen has been certain for weeks now that he never truly wants to go back to the ARC, but hearing that he will never see Nick again has gutted him.

He occupies himself cleaning and scouring his cabin. It doesn't even matter, does it? This is all illusion. But he does it anyway, scrubbing up every stain and erasing every bit of dust. ]

[ spam ]

[ Bags of trash gather out in the hallway on level 8, outside cabin 11, things from the closets and basement that he'll probably never use again. Old blankets, ripped clothes, broken equipment. Dusty novels. Eventually a nice smell spreads, like slow-cooking beef or venison, and a large pot of stew shows up on a potholder in the 8th level common room. ]

[ video ]

[ Just a brief post - ] Bit of stew out in the common room on the 8th level. I made too much for just me.

It's from those things like deer, last port.

[ private to friends. acquaintances? people he's starting to know. Later. ]

Are a lot of you dead?

[ He's a few pints down. Wishing he couldn't still think. ]

Comments

[warisart]

That is not a safe practice, sir.

[dinosize]

...sorry?

[ Not an apology, a request for clarification - I'm sorry, what was that? ]

[warisart]

There is a reason the kitchen has several layers of enforced safety precautions to ensure that no one induces anything intentionally harmful.

A communal, unguarded food source is likely to prove dangerous.

friends? filter

[hearrrtofgold]

I personally am not, but that'll probably change any day now. Are you?

friends? filter

[dinosize]

[ A brief pause. ]

Yeah.

friends? filter

[hearrrtofgold]

Really? [Wardens usually aren't.]

Sorry.

[Filter.]

[halftheman]

Yes. In more ways than one right now.

How are the dogs?

[Filter.]

[dinosize]

They're fine. And you're a bit nuts. Why would anyone want that?

[Filter.]

[halftheman]

It will prevent graduation.

[Friends Filter]

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia will just stare, for a while. Because... what?]

No. Why are you asking that?

[Friends Filter]

[dinosize]

Because I am.

Friends Filter

[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles blinks and looks at the comm when it pings him.]

I'm not. [Yet.]

Friends Filter

[dinosize]

I am.

Filter

[with_my_teacup]

Still breathing.

Filter

[dinosize]

Not completely the same thing, is it?

Filter

[shakenandlimp]

I ain't, what in heaven leads you to ask-?

Filter

[dinosize]

I am.

[spam]

[routemistress]

[Iris has - more or less - got used to living with the Barge kitchens on hand. She even eats in the mess hall more often than not these days, instead of forgetting to eat for days or subsisting on bar snacks and whatever she happens to scrounge as she goes; but the scavenger habits of her freewheeling life are never too far under the surface. She never turns down a free meal.

Besides, Stephen was on her list of people to check up on after the glitch. So she shows up in the level eight common room. She's brought a handful of glittery cocktail novelties - plastic giraffes, swans and monkeys in jewel colours - which she hangs on Dillon's tree, and she sits under it with her bowl of stew till Stephen comes into conversation distance.]

I'm not at the moment. I did watch a future version of meself die trying to put right one of my mistakes, mind.

This is bloody good stew. Got any bread and butter?

[spam]

[dinosize]

No, sorry.

[ Butter, not any bread. Not anything fresh, anyhow. He moves over slowly, brushing the dust off his hands. ]

I just had a lot of the deer thing in a freezer.

spam;

[freezerburns]

[Isaac is taking a wander around the Barge, getting used to levels other than his own, what's unique about them. It's useful to know the layouts. He likes to be prepared. He sees the pile of bags and stuff accumulating, walks past and on his way back through Level 8 from a quick visit to Zero, he pauses. The pile of stuff's gotten bigger. When Stephen puts out the next bag, Isaac gestures lazily at the stuff and asks:]

What, are you planning on having a garage sale or something?

spam;

[dinosize]

Just clearing some stuff out.

I've got time now.

[ He brushes dust off his hands. ]

Pick through if you like, there's nothing I'll keep here. But it's a lot of junk.

[video ; private]

[notsoneedy]

You already know where I fall, on the whole being dead thing. Also I'm coming by for some stew.

[And to maybe see how he's doing, because he doesn't sound that great. But she's sticking to her story about the stew, for now.]

[video ; private]

[dinosize]

Hope you like it.

The stew, not being dead.

Friendly acquaintance?

[fireincarnate]

Yes.

[The answer is almost blasé, contrasting the concern in her gaze.]

You're kind of drunk.

Yes!

[dinosize]

I could be more drunk.