016v: Accidental Post
((Open to action from House of Awesome folk, Gods, Angels, or well anyone who wants to yell at Mags' or whatever. Backdated to about 3:30 AM on 8.8.2011))
[He looks cross and pushes away from the desk, snatching a bottle out of a drawer and in twisting the corkscrew off, knocks a pile of suff on his desk. Including a spare NV, which clicks on, recording video but only veiwing the carpet, heavily pixalated, and the audio quality is low. The NV is an unregristed one, if anyone bothers to trace it, though the signal is coming from the HoA.] Good? Oh sure. It's good. God is Good after all. Not like he'd let his "Chosen People" get slaughtered ever few hundred years, their temple burn.
[Though his voice is young, Czeslaw manages to pull off 'long-suffering' quite well. SIGH.] You knocked over your - oh, never mind. [A pause.] I don't believe in anything like that. It gives me rather less to be disappointed in.
It's nothing, just parts. [He refills his glass.] I don't anymore. I used to. [His speech is getting a little more slurred, the wine hitting.]
You don't believe? [Now he's a bit annoyed, mocking. Czeslaw finds Erik very frustrating at times.] Then why are you angry?
Oh I believe in God. Just not the rest. Not in a God who cares, who loves us. Who gives a shit what happens to us.
Oh. Well then. That's even worse, isn't it? [He almost laughs] No wonder you're drinking. You think some cosmic abusive parent is responsible for the cruelty of the world. I'd much rather see it all as meaningless.
If you have the power to do something and shit around on your thumbs? You are guilty. [He jumps up, pacing erricately, footfalls uncharacteriscally heavily.]
You're really fond of the concept of guilt, aren't you? ...Would you sit down, please?
Guilt 's-is important. Things don't just /happen/.
Why?
[The 'guilt's important' just draws an exasperated sigh.] Because you're going to hurt yourself skulking around like that, and you're making a mess. If you won't go to bed, I'm making coffee. [Light-footed, Czeslaw goes to pick up the NV from where it's on the ground, recording. It still shows the dark carpet, mostly pixals and blurry. As he flips it over, it blurs and shows a darkly, poorly lit room and grainy pale face, young, with dark hair but it's not really recognizable.] See, you knocked this off the desk, you could've broken-- [Oh crap. That's getting turned off immediately.]
((Red is makes_asteroids and Blue is tiny_schemer))
[He looks cross and pushes away from the desk, snatching a bottle out of a drawer and in twisting the corkscrew off, knocks a pile of suff on his desk. Including a spare NV, which clicks on, recording video but only veiwing the carpet, heavily pixalated, and the audio quality is low. The NV is an unregristed one, if anyone bothers to trace it, though the signal is coming from the HoA.] Good? Oh sure. It's good. God is Good after all. Not like he'd let his "Chosen People" get slaughtered ever few hundred years, their temple burn.
[Though his voice is young, Czeslaw manages to pull off 'long-suffering' quite well. SIGH.] You knocked over your - oh, never mind. [A pause.] I don't believe in anything like that. It gives me rather less to be disappointed in.
It's nothing, just parts. [He refills his glass.] I don't anymore. I used to. [His speech is getting a little more slurred, the wine hitting.]
You don't believe? [Now he's a bit annoyed, mocking. Czeslaw finds Erik very frustrating at times.] Then why are you angry?
Oh I believe in God. Just not the rest. Not in a God who cares, who loves us. Who gives a shit what happens to us.
Oh. Well then. That's even worse, isn't it? [He almost laughs] No wonder you're drinking. You think some cosmic abusive parent is responsible for the cruelty of the world. I'd much rather see it all as meaningless.
If you have the power to do something and shit around on your thumbs? You are guilty. [He jumps up, pacing erricately, footfalls uncharacteriscally heavily.]
You're really fond of the concept of guilt, aren't you? ...Would you sit down, please?
Guilt 's-is important. Things don't just /happen/.
Why?
[The 'guilt's important' just draws an exasperated sigh.] Because you're going to hurt yourself skulking around like that, and you're making a mess. If you won't go to bed, I'm making coffee. [Light-footed, Czeslaw goes to pick up the NV from where it's on the ground, recording. It still shows the dark carpet, mostly pixals and blurry. As he flips it over, it blurs and shows a darkly, poorly lit room and grainy pale face, young, with dark hair but it's not really recognizable.] See, you knocked this off the desk, you could've broken-- [Oh crap. That's getting turned off immediately.]
((Red is makes_asteroids and Blue is tiny_schemer))