A Lazy Sunday Day in the Life
Who?: Mark Hoffman
What?: If you count that on Friday we had Fourth Wall Day, Hoffman's sister was here. And he's been in his room since then. So at some point, he had to eat. And go to the bathroom. He might fail abysmally, but you know. He's also venturing out in search of more liquor. So we could work with that.
why?: I've been hit by a case of pure weaponized bored.. The potential for serious is there but I really just kind of want one more spurt of playing a barge drunk.
Warnings?: Crack. Drunken shamblings. NGL the potential for angst is there, but I'm hoping to keep it mild. Always the potential for more however. He's trying to be social in all the wrong way.
Day followed night and night followed day and he'd lost track of time. He tried to sleep and failed.
Dimly he knew that something had changed, something was different-but none of that mattered. People were gone. Lupin was gone, Sarah was gone and that. Angelina-after all of everything. Angelina.
He'd discovered a replay button-his saved conversation was being played nonstop. Her last words. I love you. You can change.
"...No I can't." He'd slurred it out a dozen times, "I can't, I can't-not without you being here. Not without you. You lose so much here."
But she said that she would be with him.
He stopped thinking when he ran out of alcohol. He lived in a world of biological urges and eventually those urges took over. It was easier not to think as he held his communicator close and shuffled out of his room.
What?: If you count that on Friday we had Fourth Wall Day, Hoffman's sister was here. And he's been in his room since then. So at some point, he had to eat. And go to the bathroom. He might fail abysmally, but you know. He's also venturing out in search of more liquor. So we could work with that.
why?: I've been hit by a case of pure weaponized bored.. The potential for serious is there but I really just kind of want one more spurt of playing a barge drunk.
Warnings?: Crack. Drunken shamblings. NGL the potential for angst is there, but I'm hoping to keep it mild. Always the potential for more however. He's trying to be social in all the wrong way.
Day followed night and night followed day and he'd lost track of time. He tried to sleep and failed.
Dimly he knew that something had changed, something was different-but none of that mattered. People were gone. Lupin was gone, Sarah was gone and that. Angelina-after all of everything. Angelina.
He'd discovered a replay button-his saved conversation was being played nonstop. Her last words. I love you. You can change.
"...No I can't." He'd slurred it out a dozen times, "I can't, I can't-not without you being here. Not without you. You lose so much here."
But she said that she would be with him.
He stopped thinking when he ran out of alcohol. He lived in a world of biological urges and eventually those urges took over. It was easier not to think as he held his communicator close and shuffled out of his room.