Diary Entry - Post Battle Stress

[bldy_cute_molly]

Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

He's INSANE! Stark raving mad. It's the only explanation. He's delusional from the pain, and he's somehow convinced me to go along with it.

Comments

[addison_rta]

Has he finally gone full-on mad scientist?

[bldy_cute_molly]

Has he finally gone full-on mad scientist?

Unfortunately not. If that were the case he'd be much easier to handle.

No, he's just blithely ploughing along, making entirely too much sense for me to dismiss. And making me want to strangle him. Out of love. Love strangling. For his own bloody good.

[addison_rta]

It is all the Begman. Too much engineering practicality to not just sort of patch things up and carry on like before, except with more patches.

[glanworth_rta]

And pneumatic augmentation.

[callisto_rta]

You can come stay with me in the hospital!

[bldy_cute_molly]

You can come stay with me in the hospital!

No can do. Someone has to tend to the care and feeding of The Chaz.

I'll come visit you if I can ever find someone to keep him occupied for a while.

I'm afraid to leave him alone, though. Afraid I'll get home and find he's rigged up a pulley-system out of bedding and clothes-hangars and made it halfway downstairs, then used a contraption fashioned from a floorboard, a pen, my spyglass, and a set of pliers in order to get the coffee engine going. Then he'd be all hopped-up on coffee and flush with success, and there'd be no stopping him!

You don't want THAT, do you! No stopping him?

Scaaaary!

[glanworth_rta]

Blast it. I forgot to work out a method of coffee transportation. We're going to have to haul the Engine up to the flat, darlin'.

[bldy_cute_molly]

Argh! You ruined the surprise!

I was going to hook up a huge coffee-urn with a heating coil and a hose running to the boiler downstairs. It wouldn't be the freshest, but it would be hot.

As usual, you're five steps ahead of me.
Surprising you with a birthday present when the time comes is going to be a miserable failure, isn't it?