SPAM OF RIDICULOUSNESS.

[alcoholit]

[ooc: Bernard has noticed this.]]

[A copy of Twilight comes flying across the book fort, hitting the bookshelves next to where Snape is sat.]

Stop talking to him, dammit!

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Woopsie.

[emptyyourself]

[Snape jerks aside, startled, dropping the journal in the process.]

He started it!

[emptyyourself]

[He took the bottle with a half-smile.]

I hope they win, whoever it is that's revolting. And soon. I don't think I can hide here and be intoxicated forever.

[alcoholit]

You could. It'd be fantastic. We'd have to keep sending Otto out for food, but you could.

[Bernard didn't really see the downside.]

[emptyyourself]

[He looks at the bottle then pulls a disgruntled face and shakes his head.]

T'Pol will eventually find me.

[alcoholit]

[Bernard has a quick scan of his journal]

Looks like T'Pol might have switched sides. Possibly. Maybe. I can never tell with aliens.

[emptyyourself]

She would never change sides.

[truevulgarian]

[And at this lovely moment, Otto stomps his way back into the book fort. He probably knocks a bunch of stuff over. He is graceful.]

Fucking food. Here. [He dumps food swiped from the kitchen at their feet, then flomps in a corner.]

Don't thank me or anything, not like I risked my life or anything just then.

[alcoholit]

Alright then, I won't. [Bernard went searching through the bag for something that looked vaguely appetising, then turned back to Snape]

You'd be surprised. Maybe she just likes revolution.

[emptyyourself]

Thank you, Otto. [He sounds rather meek when he says this; Otto intimidates him. He reaches over and takes a sandwich for himself.]

She likes hurting people. Being in control.

[truevulgarian]

[Otto takes off his hat and wipes his brow - because he's hot, not because he wants those other two to know how hard he's worked.]

You are welcome. [A gracious nod to Snape and a glare at Bernard, and he doesn't say another word.]

[alcoholit]

[Bernard tosses the food and passes a bottle of wine over to Otto]

Now, let's get back to drinking this away. As she probably does, but she seems to be in favour of inflicting it the other way.

[emptyyourself]

I think the other me could handle this a little better. It's a shame we can't trade places. I think I'd like your...timeline...better.

[He takes another drink and glances at Otto.]

Did you have a lot of trouble? What's it like out there?

[truevulgarian]

[Otto takes swig from the bottle, eying Snape before shaking his head.]

Nah, not too much. I'm pretty stealthy. [He stares at the entrance of the book fort.]

It's...quiet. Really quiet. Nobody's walking down the halls anymore. Can't blame them. Just on my way to the kitchen I saw more blood spatter than a horror movie.

[alcoholit]

[Bernard eyes widened at the mention of blood spatters,] Christ. I think we were right to hide out in here. There was some kerfuffle somewhere in here, but I didn't hear much. Could have been anything.

[At this, he took a very long drink of the wine.]

[emptyyourself]

[Snape pales visibly at the mention of blood.]

What's going on out there?

[Obviously he has a very idealized idea of what a rebellion entails.]

[truevulgarian]

[Otto just shrugs.]

I'd say people doing two things. Staying out of fucking sight, which is a great plan I might add, and waiting.

[For what exactly, Otto didn't know, didn't care. This flood was lasting way too long for his liking.]

Either way, the population's dropping.