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[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

You'd think everybody here came from the desert, or something.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Whatever.

[added later:]

Hall party on floor 11.

Comments

[aya-evolved.livejournal.com]

Bored again?

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

As usual.

You?

[aya-evolved.livejournal.com]

Always.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Movie/cards/pool too boring?

[aya-evolved.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

How about a hall party?

A little one of course.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Intriguing. What do you propose we do at this hall party?

[aya-evolved.livejournal.com]

Nothing super exciting. Just prop our doors open and play cards in the middle of the hallway? And beer of course, unless you feel like something mixed?

Being in everyone's way is half the fun. [ :D ]

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Beer's good with me.

[transcribed sound of a drawer sliding open, then shut; dictated:]

I got the cards.

[aya-evolved.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[a moment of random, indistinct background noises]

I asked the ghosts to bring some beer up, so it should be here soon.

[sound of a door opening]

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

And no matter what everyone is posting about, along comes that one guy who just has to bitch about it.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

I'm proud to be that guy.

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

I'm not surprised.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Somebody has to do it, or fun things like random attacks and pyrotechnics could get lost in all the mundane shit, like rain, or the lights going out.

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you're doing it for the greater good. You're almost my hero.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

My altruism knows no bounds.

[loluronfire.livejournal.com]

Mother Theresa would be spinning in her grave if she knew she'd been shown up so utterly.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

You forgot Jesus.

[fragmentedangel.livejournal.com]

I don't ... like the rain.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Why?

[fragmentedangel.livejournal.com]

It's ... I don't know. I just don't like it.

Mother and Father would keep me inside when it rained. They said that they feared that the chill would kill me. The scientists wouldn't let me go out either. But, they didn't let me go out very much if at all. I don't ... I don't think they count, do they?

[some realization]

I didn't even go out in it to follow Father around. And, that went against my wish.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you talking about?

No, nevermind, I don't care. I'm sorry you don't like the rain. Cry about it.

[fragmentedangel.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't be sorry -- my physical being and feelings are fine.

Cry?

[almost audible head tilt]

I've never cried before.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

What?

How old are you?

[fragmentedangel.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I should base my age on.

[dirtyrottenliar.livejournal.com]

Wait, I asked you this before. What are you? Aren't you human?