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taxonomites2013-02-08 08:10 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2013-02-08 08:10 pm
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060 ± [visual] you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were
"Hey everyone, Glitch here." Yeah starting out like that has gone beyond self-parody but if it ain't broke he's not gonna try and fix it.
If anything of late has been (for lack of a better word) broken, it's been himself. The winter, particularly January and February, particularly when it's as bitter cold and snowy as it's been, saps his energy, curiosity, and drive. In their place are ennui, sulking, and hopeless dread since this time of year typically brings out the worst in the aliens. To avoid inflicting his moodiness on the population he's mostly avoided his tablet and only kept company with his nearest and dearest, but he knows himself enough to realize the need to break out of his self-imposed isolation.
Plus he'd very nearly spilled his coffee when he'd checked tablet this morning and seen a few names he hadn't realized he'd been missing. Later he'll probably go punch an Extra, if only to keep up with his traditional reaction to these kinds of shenanigans.
"I see a few of you have been returned and...I'm glad." He smiles sheepishly at his selfishness, but it's nice, really, to be that much less alone here. "Az, if you're up for it, we should have tea. Everyone else: I'm kinda thinking we need a gathering that includes alcohol and music. And comfy couches. I'll see about getting that together this week cuz...well, why not?"
Legit question, really.
"And, uh, with Mick gone-- " A pause because that one stings a bit. "--we're out a doctor again and need to figure out what resources we have. I know some folks know first aid but if anyone gets really hurt..."
That can dangle as a thing he doesn't want to think about too hard.
If anything of late has been (for lack of a better word) broken, it's been himself. The winter, particularly January and February, particularly when it's as bitter cold and snowy as it's been, saps his energy, curiosity, and drive. In their place are ennui, sulking, and hopeless dread since this time of year typically brings out the worst in the aliens. To avoid inflicting his moodiness on the population he's mostly avoided his tablet and only kept company with his nearest and dearest, but he knows himself enough to realize the need to break out of his self-imposed isolation.
Plus he'd very nearly spilled his coffee when he'd checked tablet this morning and seen a few names he hadn't realized he'd been missing. Later he'll probably go punch an Extra, if only to keep up with his traditional reaction to these kinds of shenanigans.
"I see a few of you have been returned and...I'm glad." He smiles sheepishly at his selfishness, but it's nice, really, to be that much less alone here. "Az, if you're up for it, we should have tea. Everyone else: I'm kinda thinking we need a gathering that includes alcohol and music. And comfy couches. I'll see about getting that together this week cuz...well, why not?"
Legit question, really.
"And, uh, with Mick gone-- " A pause because that one stings a bit. "--we're out a doctor again and need to figure out what resources we have. I know some folks know first aid but if anyone gets really hurt..."
That can dangle as a thing he doesn't want to think about too hard.