☆021- And we lie like river stones.

[live_ringer]

To those who Stellaris knows and works with: she's been taken trapped sealed in one of the glass cocoons.

[The words that have been marked over have been completely inked out to the point of being unreadable.]

Comments

[snowburned]

Are you all right?

[live_ringer]

This sort of thing hasn't ever proven to be permanent before. She'll wake up.

[The unspoken addendum being, "and then things will be all right".]

[snowburned]

[She 'hears' and understands it.]

Of course she will. But if you need some cheering up in the meantime, I have a little cat that's very good at that sort of thing.

[live_ringer]

Is that the cat Toushi likes to call a mutant?

[snowburned]

Toushi was frequently dropped on his head as a child.

I recovered that memory just now.

[live_ringer]

Did you, now? That's quite convenient.

[snowburned]

It's very convenient and one hundred percent true.

[No it's not.]

[live_ringer]

What a shame for him. Maybe someone will find a cure for that dropped-on-his-head syndrome, one of these days.

[snowburned]

That would require extremely advanced techniques.

[live_ringer]

Well, you never know what the future will hold. Something to strive for, anyhow. Maybe it can be the new pet project at Wellspring.

[snowburned]

It may be beyond even Simon.

[pimpcoatbankai]

You suck.

[snowburned]

No, you!