blog twenty-eight (open)
You know, I'm not even gonna filter this thing anymore, it's stupid. There's no point. Not when he's STILL getting to us even though we've come all the way out here. If we're gonna get killed no matter where we are, I should've stayed at Caritas. At least there was booze there. Lorne was there. I left my BRO for you people and your stupid evacuation. ... And ... Ken's gone. Little guy never did anything to anyone. And now Raine? Seriously. When the hell is enough going to be enough?!?
[he chokes a little on that last bit, his voice high and frightened, on the verge of hysterics. then there's the sound of a slap - he's hit himself in the face]
From the universe, Barney. Pull it together. There's no magical alien holograms to tell you to, this time, remember? Eheh... Just ... gotta stop thinking about it.
[and a few minutes later, once he's pulled himself together, he's sitting outside the tower, near the fire pit, rifling through his suit jacket. once he's satisfied he has enough of what he needs with him, he puts it back on and stands up on the rocks, clearing his throat]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, freaked-out masses of all ages! May I direct your attention to the center ring and the astounding antics of -- The A-MAAAAA-zing Barnabus!
[and with a particularly snazzy set of JAZZHANDS, a little fireball sparks out in front of him. when all else fails, distract with stage magic!]
[he chokes a little on that last bit, his voice high and frightened, on the verge of hysterics. then there's the sound of a slap - he's hit himself in the face]
From the universe, Barney. Pull it together. There's no magical alien holograms to tell you to, this time, remember? Eheh... Just ... gotta stop thinking about it.
[and a few minutes later, once he's pulled himself together, he's sitting outside the tower, near the fire pit, rifling through his suit jacket. once he's satisfied he has enough of what he needs with him, he puts it back on and stands up on the rocks, clearing his throat]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, freaked-out masses of all ages! May I direct your attention to the center ring and the astounding antics of -- The A-MAAAAA-zing Barnabus!
[and with a particularly snazzy set of JAZZHANDS, a little fireball sparks out in front of him. when all else fails, distract with stage magic!]