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anomaly 007 . post-fourth wall . spam, video
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[spam]
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]
[ 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]
[She eyes him with the slightly detached affection of someone who can't entirely see what's bothering Stephen, but hates that he's being bothered.]
There's worse places to be while you're dead and alive. There's time, 'ere outside space and time, if you see what I mean.
[spam]
He winces, settling down on one of the chairs. He should have been more careful to lock it. ]
Yeah.
[ Better here than ceasing to exist entirely, he supposes. He doesn't say any more. ]
[spam]
I'm sorry, sweetheart, I am. And I don't want to be all annoyingly cheerful and optimist at you - I mean, that's what I am, I can't 'elp that, I'm afraid, I just don't want to be obnoxious with it, if you get me.
But 'ey. You're in a place where you're breathing and walking and 'ave a chance of changing things.
[spam]
You can be cheerful if you like. Your life's not about me.
[spam]
Tell me about your mates. The rather attractive Scotsman and the little one with the 'at. You've got the knack of inspiring devotion, 'aven't you, lovey?
[spam]
Connor is the other one. Expert on ancient creatures. Bit of a geek, really, but loyal. He has a lot of growing to do.
Had, I suppose.