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[enarms]

A belated merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. Didn't think it would be any good but it's been nice, hope those of you who know it had a good time.







If anyone knows Dirk Gently, he's gone for a nap.

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[enarms]

[ it's alright. for today, it almost promises to be an decent distraction. let Theon buzz around all he likes, maybe he'll manage to piss John off and more's the better. ]

It's how I'm describing it yeah. You can pick your own poison

[reek]

[ Is that all he is to you? Wow--no, that's all John is too Theon, too. A distraction and an outlet for his seemingly endless anger. So at least it's mutual. ]

Not many seem to wake again.

[ He's basing this on Asha, on Arya, on Robb and Victarion. The latter two have hardly been gone for two months, but this is a lonely man who harbors no hope for them to return from stasis. ]

But if you wish to speak so flippantly, then they've all gone for a nap.

[enarms]

Not many seem to have woken in the first place.

[ they are, however miserably, on the same page for a multitude of topics tonight. John might be choosing flippancy for now as an active weapon against losing any more control to incomprehensible and untouchable forces, but he does understand the thing for what it is. helplessness is always wretched. there are more faces up there than he could ever think to count, and not one of the people living down here has the power to choose who or when they will wake.

all his friends here are new, and one by one they're slipping back into sleep.

rather than angry, John finds himself morbidly amused. ]

"Dirk Gently's gone back to the living graveyard in the sky." Read any better for you? We should come up with some common terminology, do everyone a favour.

[reek]

Even fewer are left. Let's hope it doesn't come down to just you and I.

[ In a way, Theon shares his amusement. He may even get a bit of a smirk out of his graveyard comment.

It’s strange, honestly. Why are they agreeing on things tonight? ]

I prefer to call it a crypt.

[enarms]

God forbid.

Crypt, that's good. The viewing windows to replace the uncanny stone likenesses. Not sure it'll catch on, but it's good.

I might go for gallery.

[reek]

It doesn't need to catch on. It's what it is. Call it anything different and you're wrong. It's built just the same as the crypts in Winterfell.

[ He had always hated the crypts, and he hates the stasis unit just as much. He's only visited to glower at his sister and to yell at Robb. He always avoids his father and his mother. ]

The only difference is that it houses more than just kings.