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[theweakhavepurpose]

[The video opens on a pile of wood, sticks, shrubbery, and chunks of what might have been siding, all piled into a very obvious pyramid surrounded by rocks.]

So everything has sucked recently. Back home in Montana, when shit got rough we'd always get together and have a big bonfire. Get drunk, make s'mores, all that stuff. It didn't make things better but at least you forgot about it for a little while.

Worth a try right?

[He sounds like he's honestly asking. He's trying really hard to be positive for once.]

I've got some graham crackers, chocolate, and other things for roasting. No marshmallows though so if anyone wants to come through in the clutch it would be appreciated.

I'm lighting this up tonight at dusk, so if you want in, be there. I've only got so much to burn and it might not last more than an hour or two.

((OOC: Feel free to use this like a log and make top levels and do action things. Go forth and get some bonfire mingling on!))

Comments

[toiletseat_girl]

...Jesus fucking Christ, are you serious? You are, aren't you? Holy shit. Your future is like the bad ending to a video game, the one where you make all the wrong choices and wind up surrounded by racists and cannibals. And maaaaybe zombies, to rub in the whole "you're fucked" storyline.

Oh. That sounds cool? Though, I'd likely wind up sidelined by all of the hookers. [a pause] What, I've never had sex before and I like girls. That sounds way more fun than robbing a stagecoach.

But if they become self-aware, they'd have to give consent to sex. Damnit.

[theweakhavepurpose]

You know, if zombies showed up I wouldn't be surprised. That's the way my world is going.

They're hookers, you just pay them. Also that's a lot of tmi for someone you met like 3 hours ago.

[toiletseat_girl]

All the more reason to get the fuck outta there?

[she shrugs] I have no brain to mouth filter. Or at least not much of one.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yeah yeah, that's what everyone is telling me. I'll bring the bad luck somewhere else though.

Well good luck in your quest to get laid with robot hookers.

[toiletseat_girl]

Wow, that's a cheerful thought.

Ehhh, I wouldn't actually do it. Even if they were real. I'd feel weird about the whole can robots consent thing.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I'd say you're paying them, but I'm not actually sure what robots do with money. What do you suppose they buy?

[toiletseat_girl]

I have no fucking clue? Prettier jewelry? Better robot hooker clothes? Or maybe they save it so they can get the fuck outta there?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Maybe they can upgrade parts or something? I dunno, the show hasn't really gotten into any of that.

And now I'll never know.

[toiletseat_girl]

Ehhh, you probably won't. Just like I won't get to see any of the new Star Trek stuff. But you'll live. And I'll kind of live.

[theweakhavepurpose]

And I'll be less dead than I was before, so that's something. I'll drink to that.

[He holds out his canteen for a toast. It's just water, he doesn't trust himself with anything else. But it makes him feel better to have the comforting familiarity of a flask.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she grins]

Not being dead is a very good thing.

[she digs a flask out of her courier bag and clicks it against the canteen, taking a long drink afterwards]

Here's to living.

[theweakhavepurpose]

To living.

[He will drink to that.]

For as long as we can, as well as we can.

[toiletseat_girl]

To living!

[she will drink to that with gusto]

And it will be well. Even if it isn't necessarily long.