13 blueprints - Painfully Dictated/Actioned

[teds_up]

[As helpful as ever, Ted's journal lies open on the kitchen counter. Atop the cupboards, a cockroach skittered through dust. And then it flashed white.

And now there's a 33-year old man sprawled atop the cupboards. Disoriented, as well. With a groan, he rolls--

And there's a couple loud bangs and thuds in the kitchen.]

FUCK! What the hell?!

[A very

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[kungfuwitch]

That sounded like it hurt. Are you alright?

[teds_up]

Bruised... very bruised... But... I think I'll-- Ooohh-h-h.

...live.

[kungfuwitch]

What happened?

[teds_up]

I might have fallen off the kitchen cabinets.

[Clearly, this warrants no explaining.]

[kungfuwitch]

Fallen. Off. The kitchen cabinets.

Dare I ask what you were doing on the kitchen cabinets in the first place?

[teds_up]

...being some sort of creepy crawly?

[kungfuwitch]

Wait... literally?

[teds_up]

Yep. Castle sure knows how to pick my losses!

[kungfuwitch]

I know what you mean. I was a genie for about a week...

[teds_up]

Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Except for the whole being bound to a lamp part.

[kungfuwitch]

Oh yeah? You try being stuck in an outfit straight out of a 60s sitcom for a week. The whole calling people "master" thing was weird, too.

[teds_up]

Better than being something small and trying to avoid getting squashed all day. Only God knows how I survived that week...

[kungfuwitch]

[laughs] Yeah, you've got a point, there. Well I'm glad you didn't get squished.

[teds_up]

Me too.

How are you, ah--...

[Oh, shoot.]

[kungfuwitch]

You forgot my name, already? [chuckles]

[teds_up]

Hey, when you've got over two hundred people all living in the same spot... [He pauses, thoughtful for a moment.] Or was it three hundred?