013 ∞ AUDIO

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.

[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]

I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.

Comments

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Oh, Christ, Nathan, how many times've you died? Is it doin' all of them, this pains thing, or is it just focussing on one?

[designedtoparty]

Two. I think.

I mean, I've died three times, but I think it's just focussing on the impaling. Remind me not to go that way again.

[That would possibly be funnier if this didn't hurt so much.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Aye, you'd best lay off the bein' impaled. I'm no sure it's good for you. I think y' might have a serious problem.

Have y' tried drugs wi' it yet?

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

You were impaled? And what are birds doing in your bedroom?

[designedtoparty]

Twice! You could almost call it a hobby of mine.

You remember that bird curse the other day?

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That's not good for you, you know.

Oh. Washing the sheets would be a good plan. Cause... ew.

[orangetoughguy]

....What's wrong with you?

[designedtoparty]

What, apart from the whole feel like I'm dying thing, you mean?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I guess everyone has to win sometime.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Yeah, well, this is one prize you aren't missing out on.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I'm missing another.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Said softly]

Oh, Nathan. Do you want me to come over?

Audio

[designedtoparty]

Will you bring beer?

Re: Audio

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Don't have any in the house. What about gin?

[sometimes-boe.livejournal.com]

You all right there, Nathan? Can't say as I know what pains you're talking about.

_{[Good thing he's not, he'd hurt everywhere]}

[designedtoparty]

Trust me. You're not missing anything.

[So would Nathan, except I wasn't cruel enough to add the pain of being eaten. >.>]

[sometimes-boe.livejournal.com]

Anything I could do to help?

_{[Ouch, yeah, that would hurt >>; }}

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[4llth3just1c3.livejournal.com]

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[designedtoparty]

The kind that gets worse when you have to translate from r4t3rd t1xt. >:

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[designedtoparty]

Yeah, well don't worry. Looks like I'm in the minority here. Maybe you'll get your turn next time.

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[adamantined]

[Don't sound jealous, don't sound jealous -]

Why haven't you cleaned out your bed yet?

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[designedtoparty]

I was going to. It's not like I knew I was going to be incapable if I left it a few days.

Anyway, I've found someone else to clean it now.

[Audio]

[violence-violin.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the pains returned. Fuck this city.

[Audio]

[designedtoparty]

Oh, thank fuck. I was starting to think it was only me.