When would you like me to start?
-He's already packing gadgets into his backpack-
-He calls down the hatch-
Don't be sorry, be down there soon.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Uh I mean—... now if you... can?
(Peers back down.)
...If he does this, it's probably going to be upstairs. Can you, uh...
(Preens her feathers a bit with her beak, hoping to get the smoke smell out.)
…
(Peers over at her... SURVEY BOX, eyeing it hungrily.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Let's not beatbush around, then, lead the way!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...data. Sweet, bieutefeldata, lad.
(Lifts the box, feeling how heavy it is.)
Ahhhh... Hivierthani'wisthesmairnin'... BLISSME, ah'mginnaehae'aSAMPLESIZEWAIRTHSUMMAT, AHAHAHA!
(Caresses and kisses the box.)
...Okay. Just meet us up there.
(Slips down the hatch like... well, a lizard and scurries on all sixes off toward Aria's room.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Aria seems to have left him with some gentle jazz playing on a stereo beside his bed-
-Roger, once he's down there with her, looks around, then at him-
Oh wow... another one like you?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Yeah. His heart quit working the other day. I guess it's working again, but... he can't get up and he's not very awake, so I guessing it's not working very well. We were... made not too long ago, so I have no idea what to, um... even start to do...?
(Gav's all cozied up in the bed, weakly sniffing at Roger and Trudy.)
(Sits on her hammock, peering down at Trude.)
...Right. I guess I should catch you up. What's happening with my brother aside... Something is wrong with reality. We found that out a few days ago. I haven't been able to find out what to do... Do you have any, uh... insights on the nature of reality and how someone could fix a problem with it...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Roger is already pulling out his scanner and setting up a few other weird machines with dishes and blinkers and beeps around the place-
-He runs a scan on the poor guy-
... Looks as though it's dilated cardiomyopathy, his heart muscles are too weak and thin, it's expanded too far, he can't pump blood properly...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Oh... That's, uh... That sounds fucked up. Pardon my language.
(Rocks herself a bit, hissing nervously.)
...What can be done about that?
- ...can... i... be of......... any............. a,s,s,i,s,t,a,n,c,e....... in... hh... this...... endeavor...?
Aye... An'awwth'Archies, that'llbeastreengebet'ostatesticalskewin'... Naethetet'sabadtheng, neicessairily.
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Sep 15th 2018 at 1:50:25 PM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... There's something I can try, definitely. But uh... it...
Nobody else can be in the room for it. I work best on this alone.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He waits quietly and patiently for them to vacate, looking nervous-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He looks down at Gav-
... What I'm about to do, you can't tell anyone else about. Not even her.
-There's a little pink flash under the doorway, which fades and then there's just a few soft metal noises-
-Minutes go by... ten... fifteen... twenty...-
-Then he pipes up-
All clear! He's okay, come on in.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…!
(SKITTERS IN)
(Hops up on Gav's beside.)
...Gav, I... can you hear m—
(Lifts his head, grinning dementedly.)
......ehehehehaha,a,a,a,aaaaa...! I, have not, only, located, the game, but I... also, am, granted, another.......... opportunity, at, l,i,v,i,n,g............! and H,E,L,P,I,N,G, HHHH...!
...Oh my god, you did it. You... really did it.
Thank y,o,u.
(Spoken in unison like a true pair of twins.)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Sep 16th 2018 at 2:35:32 PM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019He'll be okay. I've intemagrated some implants that will help keep his heart regular. Hopefully they'll give his muscles a chance to strengthen til they don't need it.
-He smiles, conspiciously spotless-
Edited by SR3NORMANDY on Sep 17th 2018 at 5:42:57 AM
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(SHAKES this bloke's hand, her handshake a good deal warmer and stronger. Is crying a little...)
...I thought I was gonna... lose him... I can't thank you enough...
...Your, charitable, operation must, surely have, left you.... famished so I, must, provide, you, with... sustenance...!
(Wriggles his oafish self, trying to get down from that bed so he can fix this poor man a roast beef sandwich on pumpernickel with potato wedges and a garlic aoli on the side... is clearly still not the most strong or coordinated creature in existence, no less after being bedridden.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Aye. Ah'mnaeginnathankyeferbasicdecency, cock.
(Sneezes quietly, taking her beak back out of her scarf.)
...How soon could you hypothetically do this.
(don't get your hopes up, you've already mourned...)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019