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[designedtoparty]

[Grubby and cobwebby, Nathan is slouched on his bed, smoking a joint. He's definitely not feeling his usual self, looking a bit more withdrawn than he would normally.]

So, I think I died last night. Either that, or someone slipped me some really bad acid. [He stops and groans there, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging a hand down his face.] I don't know. I'm kind of fuzzy on the details.

On the plus side, immortal. So, I don't have to worry about that zombie shit the rest of you lot have going. Down side... actually, I don't think there is a down side to dying, in this case. I mean, it's that or I got raped by some big, beefy bloke while having the worst trip of my life. [Pauses, looking mildly disgusted as he pictures that.] Yeah... let's not go there.

[He waves a dismissive hand at the camera.]

Anyway, I have this letter... bill... thing. Just so you know, I didn't buy anything, so you can forget about me paying it. Thanks.

[He takes one last, long drag off the joint, then pushes himself forward to stub the end out and turn off the camera.]

Comments

[designedtoparty]

Maybe not right now, but it's not like I'm planning on staying inside until whenever you deem me gunworthy.

[eiremagic]

Which I'll point out might be never.

[designedtoparty]

You'll have to at some point. You can't promise me a gun, then say it might be never.

[eiremagic]

I didn' actually promise yeh shite.

[designedtoparty]

You may as well have!

[eiremagic]

Don' be such a drama queen, Nathan.

[designedtoparty]

I'm not! Considering this could be a life or death situation, I think I'm being rather well restrained.

[eiremagic]

'sides, first I got to get it through Frankie.


[This is a lie, she is now officially taking the piss]

[designedtoparty]

What?! Frankie? It wouldn't just be easier to get it yourself?

[Which Nathan manages to miss completely.]

[eiremagic]

I mean he's gotta say okay.

[designedtoparty]

He's not going to okay it. You couldn't just forget about what he thinks for once?

[eiremagic]

[She isn't laughing.

Barely]

Why do yeh think he won' okay it?

[designedtoparty]

He just won't, okay?

Look, we all know you're the best judge around here. How about we go out, see how I handle it... then when you've made up your mind, we let him know then.

[eiremagic]

[This pause is pure torment]

All right, all right. I'll take yeh out tomorrow. If yeh shoot anythin' vital, I'll make yeh wish yeh weren' immortal.

[designedtoparty]

Define 'vital'.

[eiremagic]

Anythin' I use in my daily life to make me life easier.

[In other words: do not shoot her, Nathan. Besides what Frankie will do to you won't exactly be pleasant, either.]

[designedtoparty]

Okay. Well, I'm sure I can handle that.

[He hopes.]