Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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Characters: red-marked characters
Location: ???
Date: Morning & Day 353
Summary: You wake up in a cell.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please note in subject lines for anything specific that comes up

Consolidation Theory OOC Post
Part Two OOC Post

Comments

[devoutish]

That's fucking ridiculous, Angel.

[phaseshifter]

It is if you take it literally. I'm saying im-imagine it. It has to be better than what you can see.

[devoutish]

Think I'm hallucinating.

[He mutters. It's probably only just barely audible to her.]

[phaseshifter]

[ Barely audible is enough, of course. She's a listener. ]

...Is it causing you distress?

[devoutish]

Yeah, it's causing me fucking distress.

[He's not really swearing at her, he's just in a swear-y mood. As per usual.]

Yeah. A great many fucking things are causing me distress right now.

[phaseshifter]

[ She has to laugh, just a bit. Alfies gonna Alfie. ]

Is it just the sun you are... were seeing? Nothing worse?

[devoutish]

Sunlight.

[He touches his cheek, even though she probably can't see him well.]

Sunlight on my face, coming through...

[... Somewhere. There's no window.]

[phaseshifter]

[ Oh. Oh, Alfie. ]

You'll see the real thing again soon. Maybe even the kind of sun that isn't all cr-crappy and snowbound, after that. Imagine.

[devoutish]

This sun was a nice sun. Warm and hot.

[phaseshifter]

Eesh, it's been years since I felt that. Kinda jelly. Is it like that back home for you?

[ l o l ]

[devoutish]

No, not at home. London's rainy. You've got to go to the country to see more of the sun.

[phaseshifter]

You're gonna visit when you get back, right? You have to. Touch some grass for me.

[devoutish]

When I get back, I'm gonna retire to the north and buy a farm and a fucking pony.

[On the list of things that he thinks will never happen: this.]

[phaseshifter]

A pony? You can't even hug those!

[ Especially if they're made of diamonds like Jack's was. LAME!! ]

I have to suggest puppies instead. Maybe ten or so? That seems like enough. Ish.

[devoutish]

Did you know I've got dogs?

[phaseshifter]

[ There's a loud intake of breath that's too long to be a gasp, but carries a similar emotion anyways. hhHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ]

No, you never told me you have dogs. Plural? How many? What are their names?

[ HAHA THIS SURE IS A GOOD WAY OF DISTRACTING ALFIE, THIS IS NOT ABOUT ANGEL'S LOVE FOR PUPPIES AT ALL ]

[devoutish]

Two of 'em, yeah. They're Max and Cyril. Max is knee-high and yellow, and Cyril's gigantic and wrinkly.

[phaseshifter]

I am so freaking jealous right now. Are they good boys? Do they do tricks? Which one is the cuddliest??

[devoutish]

I don't cuddle the dogs. I give 'em a pat.

[He's squandering their potential, honestly. It's tragic.]

[phaseshifter]

Dude.

[ B E T R A Y A L ]

When you get home, you cuddle your dogs from me at least once. That's not a request.

[devoutish]

Do you suggest I let 'em up on the furniture, too?

[phaseshifter]

YOU DON'T ALREADY DO THAT??

[devoutish]

For the same reason I don't lie in their doggy beds, yeah.

[phaseshifter]

If you wouldn't lie in your dog's bed, then you need to buy a more comfortable one for them. I'm fairly sure that's a rule of some kind.

[devoutish]

Their beds smell like dogs.