[Video/Open Commentlog] - present distribution
[Bobby's grinning at his journal, wearing a Christmas sweater and looking pretty pleased about it.]
Giant octopus Santa was definitely not something I was ever expecting, but I'll take it if it comes with daylight. Thanks for the sweater, Octosanta?
Is everyone okay?
[And he does mean everyone, though he's also just gone general because the ( Read more... )
Giant octopus Santa was definitely not something I was ever expecting, but I'll take it if it comes with daylight. Thanks for the sweater, Octosanta?
Is everyone okay?
[And he does mean everyone, though he's also just gone general because the ( Read more... )
[Oh, hi Bobby. I don't know if you've met the resident poltergeist yet, but she isn't too terribly impressed by any of this.]
No... no not, like, really okay. Not really okay at all.
[Liz has just spent six days locked in a dark room with Sollux, contemplating all manners of life and death. She'd been worried for her friend imprisoned with her, as well as those outside the room. She was stressed and scared and an octopus flying overhead did little to calm her nerves.
Half-demon poltergeists were NOT supposed to deal with this shit. The feed is silent for a span of time that might lead one to believe she;d closed her journal, then..]
Not, like, the most merry of them... hope yours wasn't spent in, like, a dark room where you contemplated your own mortality, or like, lack thereof.
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[Right, all of that had been serious, so he's going to try really hard not to be distracted by the fact that this is video, and he can hear someone talking, but can't see them.]
Wait, what? Are you okay? Are you out now?
[...also do you know that you're invisible?]
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[Liz smiles weakly and shakes her head, chafing her hands up and down her arms.]
Out, yeah... okay is, like, debatable... That was, like... so not how I wanted my Christmas to go.
[Not gonna cry, not gonna cry, not gonna cry.]
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No, I can imagine it wouldn't be.
[Well, crap. Now he feels a bit guilty for being kind of gleeful about the little Christmas stuff. He'd found the bonfire easily enough, he hadn't really realized what could've happened.]
I, um. Do you want some company? Or maybe ice cream? Not that I think ice cream is going to make it better or anything, but it can't make it worse, right?
[Right, he's just going to stop talking now.]
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They, like, seriously have ice cream here? God, and here I am, like, pity party of one.
[She rubs her hands over her face and doesn't contemplate that she's still a ghost and things like eating aren't really a priority. Right now the company is something she could sorely use...]
I could, like, use the company... and despite what people think, I've cream is totally, like, therapeutic.
[She's wondering where Ezra is, too... maybe she can ask this guy when they meet up.]
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[Because he may not even know her name, but he doesn't want her to be by herself after that kind of experience.]
I totally agree with you on that. Ice cream is the best therapy. It's my go to when things kind of suck. Where are you? I can bring you some in a few minutes?
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