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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;
[ The words come out sounding indescribably and pathetically lonely, to Stephen's ears. He takes a sharp breath. ]
spam;
Are you-- The Admiral can bring you back to life again, if you get your deal. Right?
spam;
spam;
Do you... not want him to?
spam;
I don't think anyone likes being dead.
spam;
Sorry, yeah. Of course not. I just-- Sorry.
spam;
Sorry. It's complicated.
You've got good taste in friends.
spam;
You know them?
spam;
spam;
[And he looks a little uncomfortable but nods, continuing anyway.] They're, uh. Yeah, they're all pretty great.
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