[log] MINGLE BELLS, MINGLE BELLS [open]

[phaseshifter]

Characters: Bunker inhabitants! Visiting anomalies? COME SAY HI
Location: The bunker and its immediate surroundings
Date: Uhhh we can just make this the mingle for the ooc month of december? Since it's the holidays and everyone is slow and yeah
Summary: BUNKER MINGLE
Warnings: Add em in subject lines!



Bunker area setting page

WRITE YER STARTERS

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[phaseshifter]

What? No! No, that'd just be - I mean, that sounds tacky. And statues suck. There's no point to them? They just stand - stand there, stupidly, like big stupid monuments to stupidity. They're stupid. Where was I going with this...?

 

 

 

Oh, yeah. Butt Stallion was a living horse. Is a living horse? I guess it depends on how you look at all the - the time stuff, you know? Because we're all from different times and time lines and it's like a big bowl of time soup with stuff kinda. Floating in it.

[ She waves the hand that isn't clutching her tablet in the air to demonstrate. It's a very unsteady sort of gesture, but whatever. ]

Like that. Floating. I used to float! I miss that. I wish I'd got her to give me my wings back before she started staticking at me.

[ She being the admin. Because, uh. Angel may have been sending her messages and getting nothing but static back for several days now.

BUT WHY TELL ANYONE SOMETHING LIKE THAT AM I RIGHT ]

[warriorscribe]

[Somehow, Jack does seem the sort to name his horse something as ridiculous as "Butt Stallion"... But that's a point to pursue in a bit. She sure did drift into two tangents in succession without seeming to realize!]

You seem rather...ah, distracted. [To put it very nicely.] Are you all right?

[phaseshifter]

Hm? Oh! Yes. Yes, I'm fine! I'm always fine, aren't I? It's like, um. The secret. Of being Angel. Always be fine. Even when ev'rything around you isn't.

[ YEAH. She offers an unsteady wink - seriously I don't know how a wink can be unbalanced and shakey, but she fucking manages - and whispers very loudly: ]

I'm a little bit tipsy. Squalo has - had too much eridium in him. I fixed it! And now I feel like, um - a nest? A nest that bees live in? One of those. Where they buzz around under the surface. That's me.

[warriorscribe]

[He hasn't heard about her anomaly yet; he'll only see that the next morning when he sees John's overnight network post. So he doesn't really know what that means.

But at least it isn't something more serious...is it? He has to make sure before he can be properly happy that she's found something like peace, albeit unusual. Don't blame him for his outdated ignorance of drugs, he is himself outdated.]

It can't hurt you, can it?

[phaseshifter]

Huh? No. Yes. Kind of? But no.

[ WHAT A STRAIGHTFORWARD ANSWER. She focuses on Enoch properly at last, tilting her head to one side and wrinkling her nose as she squints. ]

Right, you - you dunno how I died at home, do you? The deets, I mean? I forget some people don't. 'Cause I mean, it's not a secret that my life was really effing pathetic, so I don't always remember that not everybody has all the dirt and stuff.

[warriorscribe]

Because of this?

[That is worrying, but she seems fine? Maybe he can take a guess.] But...more than this?

cw: mentions of attempted suicide

[phaseshifter]

Less than this! Technically.

[ And she laughs. Like a tool. Because of course she does. ANGEL WHY. ]

I was dependent on it back home. To stay alive? Like, it - when a siren takes to much of it, it kinda wrecks us a little. Iunno if you have overdoses and stuff in, uh, the old times. But it kinda - it takes your organs and sorta turns them to soup, I guess? And I was taking a lot because I'm actually a pretty crappy siren. Or was. Jack needed me to charge a thingy, and it wasn't happening fast enough, so he hooked me up to an entire planet's worth of eridium. Like - like, literally. Whole planet. He had mines and everything.

[ She makes some more vague wavy hand movements, this time to illustrate the eridium flow, and then clasps them together. Wiggly fingers are too distracting right now. BAD. ]

But! Eridium also gives us regenerative... things. So even though it'd hecked me up, aas long as the supply remained constant, I couldn't die. Tried. Doesn't work. Wounds just close right up. So when it was time, I had to get the vault hunters to smash the injectors for me to stop the eridium. Couldn't do it myself because there were shields and I had a shock collar and stuff. So.

So technically I died from not having enough. But also from having too much in the first place? Kinda effed up.

[ And funny, apparently, since she's giggling like a lunatic again. CEASE THIS, ]

[warriorscribe]

[He knows her mind isn't quite where it normally would be. He knows. But the giggling over this just cannot settle, leaving him with a lingering sense of unease.]

Er...yes. But this is low enough to only...do this?

[AS LONG AS SHE ISN'T GOING TO DIE...]

[phaseshifter]

Oh, yes! It's not too much. Or - or I suppose it's a little much. But it doesn't hurt, so I won't die. Which is good, because dying sucks and I really wouldn't recommend it.

[ She laughs again and pats Enoch on the shoulder. Good old Enoch. He's so... good. ]

Don't ever die for real, dude. That's an Angel tip. A tip between angels.

[warriorscribe]

I'm not- Never mind.

[That was clever enough he's letting it go.]

I don't plan to, so long as I have all of you. [Want a half-hug, Angel?] I'm glad you've found some way to relax, in all this, at least.