Nothing Rejuvenates you Quite like Death

[ceasetoexist]

[He blinked his eyes as he woke up. Once. Twice. Again. He was in bed? He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, for the love of Christ. He honestly didn't know what surprised him more at the moment: the fact he'd managed to get killed twice over two weeks, or the fact that this most recent death didn't bother him as much as the last. Not to say it didn't bother him; having his throat slit wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. But at least it was quicker then being beaten to death or caught by the hazmats and set on fire. So he just sits and stews in his bed for a moment before heading to his phone. And when he gets there, he puts on the most faux-cheery voice he can muster.]

Hi, this is to the lady I had a small run in with yesterday!

You know something lady? I really, really just want to apologize! I admit I might have been out of line when I got so angry at you for entirely invading my personal space despite being asked to leave about three times and continued to watch what I was doing. I know you were probably just curious as to what I was making. So I just wanted to put out a heartfelt apology for hitting you in the head with a wrench. I'll admit I was entirely out of line doing that, if you'll admit you were out of line when you slit my friggin' throat!

[And he'll just slam the receiver down at that. And then he mulls, and agonizes over something for a moment. He really, really shouldn't do this, because he doesn't care about any of them. He hasn't REALLY worked with any of them or known them. So it shouldn't be any of his concern. ...But for some reason, he can't help it. He has to tell them.]

[Filtered to the KND]

Hey. Geniuses. Got a warning for you. There's someone you need to look out for. [And here goes a generic description of GLaDOS]. The woman's crazy. Just thought I'd let you morons know before one of you goes and gets yourself killed interacting with her.

[Filtered to Tak's Communicator]

Get over here when you can. Think we've got the time to start getting Josephine use to you so you can start learning to pilot her. After that, we're headed to the post office.

Comments

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I'll return it...

after you put wheels on it.

[knd filter]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's a mounted weapon, not a mobile one, stupid. It's not supposed to have wheels.

[knd filter]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Then come get it yourself.

[He'd like to see you try hauling that thing. He has complete faith in your inabilities.]

[knd filter] => In Person

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Fine. Give me a few minutes.

[And he'll be over in a little bit, dragging a wagon behind him to pull the stupid thing back with. And he'll just knock on your door in frustration.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[No one answers. Instead the garage door opens and Slugger steps out onto the driveway. There's an idle smirk on his face until he spots the wagon.

Where did you get that. It would've been exceedingly useful yesterday. Shit. He just tips his head back and sighs hugely.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just notices that you're apparently, somewhat, let down, and smiles. You being disappointed. That always makes him feel good. He'll just be smirking like a jackass before going to see if you put it in the garage. Fuck talking to you. That shit's for the birds.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It's there, beside the car with a sheet draped over it.

Slugger doesn't say anything either. He just hangs back in the entryway leaning against a wall. His face is partly obscured by his ball cap but he is watching.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And, for the moment, Pokey will go over to it, fight with picking it up for a while, and eventually finally get it in the cart, preparing to pull it home.

He'll just stare at Slugger for a moment.]

.........

Thanks.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger peers back sidelong, a bit unsure. Then he directs his gaze elsewhere with a nod. Don't blame him if you find pieces of it missing.

It doesn't look like he's going to say anything, at least not until Pokey is out of the garage.]

How are you going to finish it?

[Considering how your supplies were looted...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

I have other supplies back at home. And it wouldn't be hard to find more parts, since it's just made of scrap metal.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I want to see it when it's done. ...Please.

[And then a wry grin.]

If you can manage to stop dying long enough.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh man. Slugger. You know what?

I'd love for you to see it when it's done.

[He's going to program one to shoot you on sight for the lulz. It's not even strictly malicious anymore (though it is still that). He just thinks its funny as hell.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He knows exactly what you're thinking.]

How many times would you like to die~?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Think I'm good with three, thanks.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Baring fewer teeth in his grin now, he stretches upward reaching for the garage door. So, Pokey, are you acquainted with his dysfunctional sense of humor yet?--]

Good luck staying alive on your way home.

[--You are now. See ya~! And he slides the garage door shut with a slam.]