025. - Video

[brokenweapon]

[Filtered to friends (if you know him pretty much in any positive way you probably count)...and Slade.]
Checking in. How are you? [He is so bad at friends.]

[Private to Slade.]
Hunting again?

[Private to all infirmary-types.]
What do you recommend for insomnia?

Comments

Private. Video.

[brokenweapon]

[Just. This face.]

Private. Video.

[brokenweapon]

[Don't worry, Claire, this is his bemused face.]

Um...I'm not mad at you.

[Quite honestly he's not sure what to think. Or why she's even telling him. Then again she does have a history of coming to him with her relationship problems. That, and she has a massive crush on him.]

How did it happen?

['Cause that's totally what you ask a girl in this kind of situation, God, Jason, you suck at relationships.]

Infirmary

[heavenonthemind]

Drinking.

[No, he's serious.]

Infirmary

[brokenweapon]

I don't drink.

[He, too, is serious.]

[Private]

[terminates]

Sounds good.

[And this is where Slade tries something new and exciting for the lulz:]

How are you?

[Notice how he flipped the question there.]

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[This is because Slade is a troll.]

Fine, thanks.

How are you?

[He sees Slade didn't answer the question, he was not born yesterday while falling off the back of a turnip truck. Or however the saying goes.]

[Private]

[terminates]

[It makes up for Jason's sadly lacking sense of humor.]

Laughing at everyone's misfortune and plotting to take over the Barge.

Thanks for asking.

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

Normal inmate behavior, then.

[Is he joking? I don't know. Fuck you Jason and your crappy sense of humor.]

You do know people have tried that before, right? And failed?

Private

[lost_undercover]

Fine, guy. How are you?

Private

[brokenweapon]

All right. Having trouble sleeping.

You're doing okay with Nygma?

Private

[lost_undercover]

Why?

I don't know.

Private

[brokenweapon]

Thinking too much.

If you want to talk about it...?