Twenty Second Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Fuck Pi and fuck pie.

Least I can still get real food this time.

Comments

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

"This time"?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Last time, nothing but pound cake. Nothing.

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

Pound c--

I'm still getting over the fact there was a last time. Is this a regular thing around here, or something? Baked goods outta nowhere?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[You're losing your knees for asking all these questions]

As far as I know, it's not. The castle has suddenly developed a fondness for spamming us with pastries.

[scarredcalm.livejournal.com]

Then you shouldn't complain.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Complaining would insinuate that I give a damn. What I said clearly says otherwise.

[scarredcalm.livejournal.com]

Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't be commenting about it in such a manner.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Within the context provided, the usage of the word "fuck" insinuates a lack of any real emotion towards a particular thing. In this case, the pi on the walls and the pie on the floor.

The only reason I am commenting is to inform people that there is still real food. Since so many are too busy flailing like idiots with their heads cut off.

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

...What the hell.

[This planet just gets weirder and weirder.]

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

I'd say I agree, but frankly, this is sort of tame.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[still amused]

What's wrong with pie?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Nothing. I just don't care about it.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

What do you care about?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[OH FUCK NO]

Bringing the Director down, among many other things.

[...A silence for a moment, before breathing out a sigh of relief. Thank God for What as opposed to Who. That doesn't mean he doesn't filter it retroactively a few minutes later. But it was there for anyone that wants to say they saw it]

Hallin, can it on the questions. Especially those kinds of questions.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[the ellipses are practically audible]

Wash. I was teasing you.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[A sigh]

Yeah, I figured. But the castle sees it fit to dick around with me right now.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

More people from home?

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Is pie like the styrofoamy stuff that is not eatable?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

That's a part of it, but the most of it is this irritating loss.

[Hallin]

Any question asked, I have to answer in honesty.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Of course the pie is edible. And what Styrofoam stuff?

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

The Styrofoamy stuff that Mr. Yellow person's food turns into.

Wash

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

Oh. All right, no more questions then.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

First of all, those are rice cakes. They aren't Styrofoam.

Second of all, he's orange.

Finally, shut up.

Hallin

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Double edged sword really. I'm losing my secrets, but I can't find out if it's over and done with without talking to people.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

But he said that they were made out of Styrofoamy, not rice!

...He is yellow. Not orange-y.