Voice post. - A Fourth of july miracle!

[raisedinabox]

[Audio clicks on, and there's a slight clink of glass on glass before Jim begins speaking. Dated a few hours after the end of Luke's 4th of July Barbecue, and... (brace yourself, because this does not happen often) Jim is a little drunk.]

I was talking to Dracula earlier, he seems very polite. [Not gonna laugh, he's not gonna laugh because that

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[raisedinabox]

[No reply, because Jim is torn between OH GOD THE SHAMEEEEE and drunken happiness at the fact that Eddie is coming over c:]

[He should set up a chess board. And open a bottle of wine. Or... hide something.]

[By the time Eddie reaches the door, Jim has hidden his communicator in the bread bin and is trying to remember what he came into the kitchen for.]

It's-- I'm here! Just a second.

[And then he's weaving unsteadily back into the living room of his apartment, to meet Eddie when he enters.]

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[raisedinabox]

[Pthh, Jim doesn't need to be let into anyone's wine stash. He finds his own way.]

You weren't at the barbecue. [He points out, because obviously, if Edward had been, then Jim could have spoken to him there, instead of having to convey his super important message over the journals. When Edward puts his hand on his shoulder, Jim moves his own hand up to wrap around it lightly, rubbing his thumb up along the veins running down from the other man's wrist.] And I don't need to sleep, I had a late morning.

[creatingalegacy]

You people don't know the right questions to ask. It's never really been about the meaning of life as a whole--it's the meaning of your life, and the individual meanings of everyone's lives.

[She clears her throat a bit. When she recites, it sounds lofty and yet somehow wry.]

"I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom,
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind,
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light;
Confer with me of murder and of death:
There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity or misty vale,
Where bloody murder or detested rape
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out;
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake."

[Did someone say pretentious and mopey? :D]

Titus Andronicus was always one of John's favorites, and I find this passage particularly apt when I'm considering the meaning of my life.

My question is, do you know the meaning of yours?

[raisedinabox]

Sounds like kind of a big job to have to take on for the meaning of your life. Do you at least enjoy it? All that death trap stuff?

The meaning of my life... I know it, but there's no way for me to fulfill it here. I guess I'm a little directionless at the moment.

[They can pretentio-mope together :< Jim likes her already.]

[creatingalegacy]

I enjoy fulfilling my purpose. I enjoy serving my father.

And what is your meaning, then?

[EXCELLENT.]

[raisedinabox]

Well, there's a lot to be said for job satisfaction.

It's complicated. I guess looking out for the best interests of my family.

[failedcreator]

We ought to play this game.

[raisedinabox]

We should. Perhaps-- maybe in a day or so? When I overcome my hangover.

[failedcreator]

Of course. But where do you hang over? Do you require assistance?