hahaha also ~QUICKLOG GET!redrobinhoodNovember 3 2009, 01:31:35 UTC
[Ghost stares at the journal in confusion. For some reason the name Smoke sounds vaguely familiar but...a bar? God what is Alexi rambling about now?
He walks over to the elevator, mulling over Alexi's words. While most of him thinks its just another quirky Alexism, a part of him feels unsettled by this turn of events.
He spots the blond dripping with goo and dressed in newbie clothes and he hurries over. Despite his worry he can't help but smile. It's good to see his friend alive.]
[Alexi wonders if maybe he's still drunk. So drunk that it carried into rebirth. This is all more confusing than when he was first born into the Sphere. At least then, he had people to guide him to a house, with his guitars.
Something over the journals seemed, besides the more obvious and blatant confusion. Of course, Alexi can't pinpoint what.
He's more relieved when he spots Ghost than he cares to admit. Also, at some point, he has decided that Ghost is clearly the source of all the answers.]
[There's no way for Ghost to hug his friend without getting glooped so he settles for putting his fist out to Alexi.]
Hey. Temporary housing. I guess you don't remember that, but it's where most people go when they're first hatched and they don't have a friend to mooch off. They have a shower there too. Come on, I'll show you where me and Blood are bunked and then I'll try to find a towel and some soap somewhere.
[He begins to walk towards the outermost branches.]
Oh yeah. What the hell were you talking about earlier?
[Alexi looks down at Ghost's fist in confusion a moment, but then he just puts out his own.
The talk of Temporary Housing has him groaning. It seems vaguely familiar somehow. In fact, all this talk of houses burning down seems really familiar, but he shoves that all aside for now, because, hey, shower's good. He follows Ghost.]
Dey gots all of my stuff in dat place too? No one better touches my guitars!
[He blinks, then rolls his eyes, missing what Ghost meant.]
I talks about going to de bar and den wakings up intosides of de cocoon craps again. I already tells you dat.
[Alexi just grumbles. As much as he hates (and not in the metal way) the idea, he'll consider it if he can't find something better.]
Euh, I thinks yous is right.
[Yeah, he totally took that remark seriously.]
I hates dis dildos forgettings crap. But how does you forgets just dat and nots anything else? Maybe you really does drinks too much. Is nots a contest, Ghost.
He walks over to the elevator, mulling over Alexi's words. While most of him thinks its just another quirky Alexism, a part of him feels unsettled by this turn of events.
He spots the blond dripping with goo and dressed in newbie clothes and he hurries over. Despite his worry he can't help but smile. It's good to see his friend alive.]
Hey.
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Something over the journals seemed, besides the more obvious and blatant confusion. Of course, Alexi can't pinpoint what.
He's more relieved when he spots Ghost than he cares to admit. Also, at some point, he has decided that Ghost is clearly the source of all the answers.]
Hey. Where's de hell we goes if we gots no house?
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Hey. Temporary housing. I guess you don't remember that, but it's where most people go when they're first hatched and they don't have a friend to mooch off. They have a shower there too. Come on, I'll show you where me and Blood are bunked and then I'll try to find a towel and some soap somewhere.
[He begins to walk towards the outermost branches.]
Oh yeah. What the hell were you talking about earlier?
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The talk of Temporary Housing has him groaning. It seems vaguely familiar somehow. In fact, all this talk of houses burning down seems really familiar, but he shoves that all aside for now, because, hey, shower's good. He follows Ghost.]
Dey gots all of my stuff in dat place too? No one better touches my guitars!
[He blinks, then rolls his eyes, missing what Ghost meant.]
I talks about going to de bar and den wakings up intosides of de cocoon craps again. I already tells you dat.
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Yeah...about that. Sorry dude. The house and everything in it completely burned up in the fire. Including your guitars.
[And well..him.]
No I meant what you were doing before you...ya know.
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Whats?
[They may have not had a mansion, but in comparison to most of the houses, it was a damn nice place.]
... Brutal.
[What else could he say?
He sighs.]
I already tells you. I goes Smoke's bar, 'cuz yous is all going to mud wrestling ladies without me. Don't thinks I forget that.
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Yeah. I know.
[He was so proud of that damn house too. Damn.]
...Wait. Who's Smoke?
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[Yes. Priorities.
He looks at Ghost like he's insane.]
Smokes is de guy dat owns de bar. You is de one dat tells me of him.
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[Ok someone is completely lost and a tad freaked out here.]
No. No I don't remember anybody named Smoke, or a bar! When did we get a bar??!
[Panic tiem is now.]
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[He looks at Ghost with a brow raised. He had to be messing with him or something.]
...
Eh, looks like I'm nots de one gettings totallies smashed after all.
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[He waves off the s-yard confusion since he's much more focused on the thought of a BAR in the sphere]
..You're...not shitting me are you? A bar. I don't...remember a bar.
[He goes pale.]
I lost memories...but why about a bar?
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[Yeah... once again, priorities.
And, even though it should be obvious, his mind's not quite wrapping around this either.]
How can you forgets dat? I thinks you maybe goes to dat place as much as me, maybes more.
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[He's having a hard time wrapping his mind around it.]
Me? Drink more than you? Alexi buddy I think you're too sober.
[He tries to joke but it's clear that he's tense.]
I think I forgot because I died. Just like you did. Sometimes people come back--like you did--with part or all of their memories gone.
....But a bar? That's just...random. Oh man and totally not good. What if I forgot other stuff? Damnit.
[He starts walking again.]
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Euh, I thinks yous is right.
[Yeah, he totally took that remark seriously.]
I hates dis dildos forgettings crap. But how does you forgets just dat and nots anything else? Maybe you really does drinks too much. Is nots a contest, Ghost.
[And he follows.]
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