Because ghosts can't use computers, right?

[twatimmemorial]

SHIT

shit shit shit WHAT THE HELL

ALRIGHT HEAD COUNT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

Don't piss and moan or bitch and whinge or ask questions, just do it. The whole lot of you! I don't care who you are, if you're alive just say so, yeah? EVERYBODY

Oh Jesus

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[misery_chic]

Um ... present.

[misery_chic]

What the hell is going on?

[twatimmemorial]

NOTHING everything's fine

[misery_chic]

And if I had a sum total of three brain cells, I would probably believe that, too. People have been shot, people have been talking about murders and death and destruction, and now you're asking for a head count when you sound like you're expecting a body count instead. Yes, that sounds like everything is fine, clearly.

[notvictorious]

Believe it or not, this is Nathan being helpful and nice.

[misery_chic]

Victor ... are you OK?

[notvictorious]

Didn't I say I'd be okay?

[misery_chic]

Yes ... but it sounds like everything got progressively worse after I talked to you last. And people have been known to say they're fine and will be OK when that is exactly the opposite.

[misery_chic]

Um ... nevermind.

[notvictorious]

Sorry if you were worried about me. I shouldn't have throw that stuff at you.

[misery_chic]

Um ... it's OK. I guess I had to find out there was a gun-toting psychopath on the loose sooner or later. Better sooner than when he's breaking into my apartment and riddling my tiny, frail body with bullets.

[misery_chic]

Um ... or did you mean the thing about you being a cyborg.

[notvictorious]

both?

[misery_chic]

You know, I used to joke sometimes about getting bionic implants. Guess it's not that funny, huh. [someone is feeling awwwwkward.]

[notvictorious]

Nah, don't let my condition affect your sense of humor.

[misery_chic]

Well ... I guess I had to find out about that sooner or later, too.