06. [Taxon Forest; Accidental Visual] Burning down the House.

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If anyone is paying attention to tablet transmissions, they may see a shirtless Casey exerting himself with intense physical labor. He's hacking at a tree with a fire axe and with a vehemence which is not exactly pleasant to watch. Behind him, in the background and slightly off to the side is what looks like a pile of debris, stacked into a makeshift bonfire.

There may be some noticeable bits of furniture in that pile, don't ask him how he dragged them there.

There may also be evidence that he's been drinking heavily. Probably because at some point he pauses to take a swig from a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker, black label.

Message at your own peril.

Comments

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

I'm totally calling you that when you're sober, and reminding you that you told me via implication I could call you that. Consider it your karmic fallout for the drunken fire-setting.

...Well, as long as you're a responsible arsonist.

[ she sighs quietly. ]

Believe or not, that wasn't an invite to a pain-off. It was... more commiseration, less chastising. Pain's not really a rubric-based feeling. I mean, unless you're a total jerk about it.

I want two copies.

[ voice ]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

[Have a faintly threatening grunt for saying you're gonna do that, Dawn.]

You lost me at rubric.

[He's already delved more into his feelings than he's comfortable with. So...]

You got it, pipsqueak.

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

And this is your brain on... whatever it is you're drinking.

[ dawn rolls her eyes, and it's nearly audible. ]

Whatever, Ginormitron.