033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

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dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Well. You learn something new everyday.]

Just over two months. [It took her a second or two to think about it, because, really, with everything that's happened, it seems so much longer than that.]

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[He recognizes that pause, of course!] Yeah. Time goes by pretty fast in this place, huh?

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[There's a sigh over on the other end. Maybe it's audible, maybe it isn't. But it's a logical step from that pause.]

You could say that.

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I've been here for like, a year. It kind of gets easier; you get used to all the stupid shit that happens. I don't know if that's comforting or not, but, uh ...

dictated;

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[That had been her life, hadn't it? Acclimation. Adaptation. This place is no different.

What's said next is as neutral as anything.]

You'll get used to anything eventually.

dictated;

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Oh, same. It seems a lot of people have that in common here.]

Yeah. You really do.