one; broadcast mind/audio; open
The first thing you do, upon waking up in this completely and totally sketchy… apartment… room... place… thing? Whatever, the first thing you do, (apart from have a complete “what the fuck” moment when you realize that, hey, surprise, this isn’t Luisenstraße and you have no idea how the fuck you got here) is realize that you are fucking starving. And that while whatever asshole that threw you in this... apartment-room-place-thing may have left the döner you'd been in the middle of taking back to the office (because West forgets that, you know, lunch is usually a good idea and there's no way in hell you're eating more of that shit cafeteria food this week) with you, they failed to take into account the fact that döner's never as good cold and went on to neglect to leave you a way to heat it back up.
(It looks like they picked some of the fries out of yours too? Bastards. Fucking bastards.)
You eat yours anyway, cold fries and all. And realize that you're still hungry, and promptly inhale West's too. It's not like he was going to get it anyway, right?
Right.
Halfway through-- actually, no. You finishes it off pretty fast-- and it's fucking delicious. Bonus point, that one. Less than a minute later? (Yeah, that sounds about right.) Less than a minute later, you're still fricking hungry, and you realize-- something you don't do that frequently in regards to important things very much these days, and are probably making up for now-- that West's gonna be pissed, especially considering that you left a... pretty sizable stack of papers in your inbox when you skipped out to grab food. And raided his wallet to do so (which was a completely legitimate thing to do, for the record).
Oh, West was gonna be miffed. Especially after the... incident. With the BMW.
... Which he would hopefully remain ignorant of. Until someone found it in the lake. Or he realized it was... missing.
... This is not your best day, Prussia. Clearly.
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[Some time later, there is someone tapping impatiently at the microphone of the Forge. Then, with a touch of a German accent, ]
Oy! Anyone listenin’ to this thing? Whatever asshole decided it’d be a good idea to throw me in this place, I hope you die in a well. Jackass. I’ve woken up in some sketchy places, but jeez, this one takes you back a century, yeah? Couldn’t have thrown me somewhere I can, you know, get some coffee?
[ huff ]
This is bullshit. Douchebag.
[ End Feed. ]
(It looks like they picked some of the fries out of yours too? Bastards. Fucking bastards.)
You eat yours anyway, cold fries and all. And realize that you're still hungry, and promptly inhale West's too. It's not like he was going to get it anyway, right?
Right.
Halfway through-- actually, no. You finishes it off pretty fast-- and it's fucking delicious. Bonus point, that one. Less than a minute later? (Yeah, that sounds about right.) Less than a minute later, you're still fricking hungry, and you realize-- something you don't do that frequently in regards to important things very much these days, and are probably making up for now-- that West's gonna be pissed, especially considering that you left a... pretty sizable stack of papers in your inbox when you skipped out to grab food. And raided his wallet to do so (which was a completely legitimate thing to do, for the record).
Oh, West was gonna be miffed. Especially after the... incident. With the BMW.
... Which he would hopefully remain ignorant of. Until someone found it in the lake. Or he realized it was... missing.
... This is not your best day, Prussia. Clearly.
--
[Some time later, there is someone tapping impatiently at the microphone of the Forge. Then, with a touch of a German accent, ]
Oy! Anyone listenin’ to this thing? Whatever asshole decided it’d be a good idea to throw me in this place, I hope you die in a well. Jackass. I’ve woken up in some sketchy places, but jeez, this one takes you back a century, yeah? Couldn’t have thrown me somewhere I can, you know, get some coffee?
[ huff ]
This is bullshit. Douchebag.
[ End Feed. ]