[Audio]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman sounds grim when he speaks.]

Clothespins.. Bags and bags of clothespins. And you know where we had to go for them? To a movie studio. How the fuck does that work. Clothespins at a movie studio. I hate Hollywood. Especially undead Hollywood

Comments

[Private]

[der_umgekehrte]

Hoffman. What's wrong. Report.

[Private]

[expectremorse]

[faux pleased is go.]

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Just had to go through the land of unholy skulls and bones looking for clothespins.

[Private]

[der_umgekehrte]

I'll come beat it out of you in the gym, Mark, if you're feeling reticent. [That's what his words say. His tone of voice says: what's wrong, I'm worried, are you all right?]

: [Private]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman's mouth opens to say "No, I'm fine.".

It closes.

It opens again to say "Yes, that sounds good but I promise. I'm fine."]

...Sounds good. I'll beat you good.

Private

[timesbureaucrat]

Better clothespins than a transport aeroplane.

Re: Private

[expectremorse]

Apparently, there were no airplanes.

[Somewhere there is a man who had a great big bruise in answer to that question.] Just boats.

Airplane parts would have at least been useful. Made me think about the mechanics of flying in a space ship that has clothespins holding it together.

[Friends Filter]

[most_feared]

I'm still standin'.

Re: [Friends Filter]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman brightens at that]

That's good to hear. How are you?

[Friends Filter]

[most_feared]

Pissed as hell. But what are you going to do? I'll get over it.

Re: [Friends Filter]

[expectremorse]

...At least you're still alive.

In one piece and still alive.

[does he sound relieved? Yes.]

Nobody has to go anywhere for now. Until people are ready.

[sixthanimorph]

Ugh...

[Someone's just waking up.]

... Hoffman? [He rubs at his eyes blearily.] What's with you?

[expectremorse]

[pause] what do you mean what's with me?

...Just port you missed. So much for a vacation.

[sixthanimorph]

[guardedly:] It's been a long time since you asked me to check in.

Wait. [curses] I went into one of those fucking comas, didn't I?

[expectremorse]

You missed dying.

The majority of the barge died.

[stepintoshadows]

[Rorschach has finally discovered the voice option. Enjoy the raspy Batman impersonation and general gloom and doom, Hoffman.]

Celebrating dead only provides false comfort for cold reality. Gain nothing but inflated sense of security in Greater Purpose padded in comfortable lies; dead is dead. Won't be returning, useless to contemplate Afterlife; impossible to verify. No objection to remembering worth, but celebrating individuals, elevating them above common, stripping them of human frailties and clinging to positives as if they were all they were? Borderline delusional.

[expectremorse]

[Gee. All those big words. You know who you sound like Rorschach? John. Somewhat. Possibly. Apart from the completely opposite message.

It's only that which keeps Hoffman from getting a heart attack.]

...Yeah, but death happens. Suddenly and without warning. Not everyone looks positively on certain dead individuals.

[stepintoshadows]

At least it's honest to acknowledge it.

[expectremorse]

...You're right.