[092] Rex hates all ports. // VIDEO

[stopthat_destro]

[SCREECHY TIMES.]

--not a costume![And the camera swings up from a lovely view of the inside of Rex's pocket to a shot of his irate face. Rex is sort of bundled up, trying to look OH, SO CASUAL, even though there's nothing he can do to hide the ventilator. It's pretty obvious. So, he's cold and cranky. Enjoy him hissing and seeeeething his

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[inhumandog]

At least pretend like you're enjoying yourself.

[stopthat_destro]

This town's legacy is one of simple-minded superstition. It's as though they're proud of their history-making display of idiocy. What's there to enjoy?!

[inhumandog]

The fact that we're not stuck on the Barge?

[stopthat_destro]

You do realize that you could say that about any port. "Oh, look, there are flesh-eating zombies-- but at least we're not on the Barge."

"Murderous ghosts! But at least we're not on the Barge."

"A town where every drink contains a cocktail of GHB and mind control-- BUT WE'RE NOT ON THE BARGE!"

[Pause. Listen to the melodious noise of the ventilator. After a few moments, Rex sounds much more (forcibly) calm as he speaks:]

And how has your port trip gone so far?

[inhumandog]

I prefer the barge to zombies and murderous ghosts and mind controlling drinks. If that's of any comfort. Nothing terrible has happened so far.

And I've spent the time shopping. It's what I did in....er...New York.

[stopthat_destro]

True. So far being the key part.

Not for a costume, I hope.

[inhumandog]

...no.

For real clothes. I haven't had "modern" clothes in almost a year. The time spent under the Master didn't count.

[stopthat_destro]

Don't remind me of time spent under the Master. [HE ATE DOG and occasionally people, YOU DICK.]

[inhumandog]

[He's totally trying not to laugh. SORRY, REX. YOU WEREN'T FRIENDS THEN.]

My apologies.

Are you planning on going out at all the rest of port?

[stopthat_destro]

[YOU AREN'T SORRY AT ALL.]

Not if I can help it. I'll find something to entertain myself here. [WHERE IT'S WARM.]

[inhumandog]

[AT LEAST HE'S TRYING TO BE!]

Shall I inquire with my warden to get...permission [Such a dirty word...] to visit? I'm sure you could use some company.

[stopthat_destro]

Is he really keeping you on such a short leash? I wouldn't mind the company.

spam/assume?

[inhumandog]

He usually does.

[A while later.]

But fortunately, he seems to be in a giving mood. Just tell me where you are and I can be there.

PICK, I'M LAZY

[stopthat_destro]

How kind of him. [INSERT ROOM AND HOTEL HERE]

I PICK SPAM BECAUSE YOU'RE LAZY

[inhumandog]

[And Iago was there, knocking twice at the door before leaning against the wall, marveling at the place around him. He was shamelessly carrying a bag with him...filled with wonderful new garments! He was having a fantastic day. Time to inflict that fantastic day on Rex.]

SPAM IT IS

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex is still looking out the window when he hears the knock. Closing it, he goes over to the door, opening it for Iago.]

So good of you to stop by--

...

You didn't bring candy, did you? [HE ALREADY HAS A BAG OF CANDY.]