So, Funny Story... (Closed)

[traceurmonitor]

who ; Alan Bradley (popcorngifs), Anon (traceurmonitor), and Kevin Flynn (theuserabides
what ; Flynn's got some 'splaining to do.
where ; Tronhaus
when ; At some point between May 23 and May 27 (Tuesday-Friday)
warning(s) ; Discussions of making codebabies and potentially irritated trolls? IDK.

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[popcorngifs]

[ Alan did not have an addictive personality, just a very consistent one. What little routine he had managed to salvage after his displacement was limited to what little work he could do from an alien wearable, and popcorn. Mercy on what or whoever got in the way of that last one.

He wasn't starving, or even really all that hungry when he made up his mind to take a long romantic walk to the fridge. Recent events and the little breathing room they offered was taking its toll on Alan in the quirkiest ways. Some people had smoke breaks, others had shotguns under their desk at the postal offices. Alan had minipop.

If there was someone in the kitchen with him, Alan hardly noticed as he zeroed in on the microwave with purpose. He only eventually registered Anon as a mass at the corner of his eye. Without looking--all he said was, ]

Some week.

[traceurmonitor]

[Anon perks slightly when hears somebody else coming into the kitchen. He's getting better at recognizing the sound of different footfall patterns. That one is Alan. The other User. His other User, he mentally admends. Who seems intently focused on the microwave. A device he vaguely understands but mistrusts. What if it blows up unexpectedly, or gains sentience and turns evil? Or fails to cook burritos properly?

He regards the contents of the fridge for another few moments before he finds the kale (finally!) and steals a baby carrot out of the bag to chew on while he goes through the pantry for bread. He offers a little smile, headtilt and all, before speaking.]

This is not so bad, Alan. Just a learning experience.

[popcorngifs]

Only your not sure just what it is your supposed to be learning, other than an almost god-like tolerance for the abnormally shocking.

[ Alan didn't take into account that his words ran the risk of being prophetic as he went through the motions of his routine. While waiting for the microwave to finish, he swung around to take a detour to the fridge.

What we set as our perception of reality can be a great set of blinders. He looked right at Anon, politely moves past him to retrieve a water bottle, looks at him still as he pops it open to take a pull. This continues for ten more seconds

and then Alan does a spit take worthy of Acme. ]

[theuserabides]

[There are many types of silences. Comfortable. Expectant. Peaceful.

Awkward.

Flynn pauses in the doorway, looking from Alan to Anon and back again.]

...What?