Surveillance

[bark_enchiladas]

Surveillance is proceeding according to necessity. He is no longer alone, though he is living in a place my shell remembers as her last 'Real' home. I feel... strangely. A warm feeling behind my sternum. It is confusing, and I dislike confusion. Someone explain.

Comments

[happybeinggreen]

That would be the Hyperion, then.

It's a feeling you get when you've felt a fondness for a place. We all lived there for a good long time, it's kinda a 'home' feeling.

[bark_enchiladas]

Yes, that is this building's name.

I cannot decide whether I dislike this... feeling.

[happybeinggreen]

It's generally considered a nice feeling, Blue.

[bark_enchiladas]

It is strange.

[ihaveasoul]

.............................

You're watching me?

Why the hell is everyone watching me? I'm not going to do anything stupid, for gods sake!.

[bark_enchiladas]

It was requested that you were looked after. Then your mate came to you, but I was not told I needed to cease surveillance.

[ihaveasoul]

Oh, joy.

[bark_enchiladas]

Should trouble find you, may I participate in the violence.

[ihaveasoultoo]

Hey Blue

[bark_enchiladas]

Hello, Spike. Explain to me the strange... 'feeling'.

[ihaveasoultoo]

It's warmth and love, pet. The platonic kind.

[bark_enchiladas]

Is that what it is. I cannot decide whether it is agreeable. It can stay.

[bitsandfluids]

Blue hands. Old one. Trapped in a well, but not forever. Don't care. I want Fred back.

[bark_enchiladas]

Soon.