Alphonse Elric (
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snowblindrpg2017-05-24 04:08 pm
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[network] @LELRIC; audio; night 242 [open]
Uh, hey everyone.
[Someone sounds sort of sheepish, mostly to hide the distress that comes from being on the receiving end of being revived.]
I wish I could say that I'd died doing something really worthwhile to help out, but I didn't, it was an anomaly. But I'm-- I'm okay now, I can't even figure out what I've lost. I've tried thinking through all my life but none of my memories seem to be gone, and I've still got all my senses, and I still look like me. I'm kind of scared that there isn't a cost, that would mean they're getting more powerful. Maybe they even have a bigger stone? Maybe they've sacrificed more people?!
[There's a brief pause, and then a more subdued voice continues.]
Okay, so-- maybe I figured it out after all, please forget what I said then. I didn't mean to talk about it so publicly where anyone could hear, especially not when the Admin really might be using philosopher's stones to resurrect people!
[Damn it! Again!]
I mean... I don't think I can lie, and it's like I'm just speaking without getting to think about it first, which is really awkward! What if I end up having a conversation with someone and I don't want to say something to them, and it comes out anyway? What if I tell Steph that I think she's really pretty? OH! Oh no...
[Someone sounds sort of sheepish, mostly to hide the distress that comes from being on the receiving end of being revived.]
I wish I could say that I'd died doing something really worthwhile to help out, but I didn't, it was an anomaly. But I'm-- I'm okay now, I can't even figure out what I've lost. I've tried thinking through all my life but none of my memories seem to be gone, and I've still got all my senses, and I still look like me. I'm kind of scared that there isn't a cost, that would mean they're getting more powerful. Maybe they even have a bigger stone? Maybe they've sacrificed more people?!
[There's a brief pause, and then a more subdued voice continues.]
Okay, so-- maybe I figured it out after all, please forget what I said then. I didn't mean to talk about it so publicly where anyone could hear, especially not when the Admin really might be using philosopher's stones to resurrect people!
[Damn it! Again!]
I mean... I don't think I can lie, and it's like I'm just speaking without getting to think about it first, which is really awkward! What if I end up having a conversation with someone and I don't want to say something to them, and it comes out anyway? What if I tell Steph that I think she's really pretty? OH! Oh no...
private;
i told you before i love apple juice right
i wish there was a way for people to cook stuff fresh here
kinda makes me wonder why the electronics are all gone
whats the harm in leaving us an oven or two
private;
[Cooking fresh things doesn't seem like part of the Norfinbury experience.]
I think I'm kind of glad that we can't do that here. It would hurt a lot to eat an apple pie and be able to eat it, but not be able to taste it.
[Shut up, Al!]
private;
[He remembers how glad he'd been to taste orange juice, that one time. He lets his focus fall the natural way, even if it makes for a transparent dodge. Better than something depressing. Take another distraction from the condition he's in.]
[Still, it takes him a moment to type. He's been passingly sore for over a week now, and the stitches holding his current form together aren't comfortable. Breathe, come on, type.]
you know i found eggs here
i took three cartons and named them all
even made a piece of music out of the sounds i could get from tapping the cartons or the shells or whatever other noises you can get from bumping eggs on things
which is a lot if youre creative
technically its not finished yet but ive been kinda sad about them since they got smashed
have you ever found any fake eggs around here al
plastic ones or whatever else
i want to get my hands on the nonperishable kind and make myself a happy little egg family
private;
[He doesn't mean to blurt that out, and definitely not so bluntly, but he can't exactly stop and think things through at the moment.]
I mean-- sorry, I do think that it's weird, though. Why would you want to make eggs and carry them around with you? Didn't you even try and eat the eggs instead of naming them and then making music on them?
private;
the eggs are for keeping
or were before they got smashed
and yeah dude its called mn poisoning but i dont really care so long as its not hurting anybody
which it hasnt so far and ecks has already warned me what to look out for in case it does get worse
private;
private; (cw: body horror, simulated injury)
it means youre LUCKY
HAA HAA
HEE HEE
HOO HOO
private;
Yeah, I guess I am lucky. I want to be able to help everyone else, especially now that we know blood transfusions help for a while, but Dr. Watson won't let me be a donor.
private;
[About...]
[Davesprite blinks, his mind catches up, and the sick twist of how he just slipped has his hands shaking. It takes a long moment before he can get the words out without typos.]
sorry cant talk right now catch you later
[He hangs up.]