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crowspace2019-10-17 09:28 am
accidentallich) wrote in crowspace2019-10-17 09:28 am
Entry tags:
OC voicetesting.
[A: the internet]
[The internet is a wonderful thing. It lets Gershom interact with other people without having to be covered head to toe, always fearful that he might have to flee this town just like all the others before.
Like anyone who exists on the internet, especially anyone who exists on the internet 24/7, he has a Twitter.]
What is happening on Twitter? I've been reading the Mishnah all morning, can someone explain the drama to me?
[With appropriate cat gif.]
[B: the apartment... door]
[Whatever reason you have to be outside Gershom's apartment door - selling Girl Scout cookies? Canvassing? One of his neighbors was murdered and you're a police detective who wants details? - it's definitely locked.]
Who is it? Erm, I can't answer the door, I'm very sick.
[He doesn't sound sick, but then again, a door between you and him muffles things somewhat.]
[C: the apartment]
[As one of the few people Gershom knows who knows about the lich thing, you're allowed inside. Gershom is in his cat pajamas, wringing his skeletal hands together.]
I would've changed clothes but my nice outfit has a honey stain on it - um, can I get you something? Books? Some music to put on? ...Books?
[D: wildcard]
[I don't know what I'm doing, if you know what you're doing then fuck you.]
[The internet is a wonderful thing. It lets Gershom interact with other people without having to be covered head to toe, always fearful that he might have to flee this town just like all the others before.
Like anyone who exists on the internet, especially anyone who exists on the internet 24/7, he has a Twitter.]
What is happening on Twitter? I've been reading the Mishnah all morning, can someone explain the drama to me?
[With appropriate cat gif.]
[B: the apartment... door]
[Whatever reason you have to be outside Gershom's apartment door - selling Girl Scout cookies? Canvassing? One of his neighbors was murdered and you're a police detective who wants details? - it's definitely locked.]
Who is it? Erm, I can't answer the door, I'm very sick.
[He doesn't sound sick, but then again, a door between you and him muffles things somewhat.]
[C: the apartment]
[As one of the few people Gershom knows who knows about the lich thing, you're allowed inside. Gershom is in his cat pajamas, wringing his skeletal hands together.]
I would've changed clothes but my nice outfit has a honey stain on it - um, can I get you something? Books? Some music to put on? ...Books?
[D: wildcard]
[I don't know what I'm doing, if you know what you're doing then fuck you.]
no subject
[ they're passing along some 24-hour gym, now, the sort that's blatantly expensive to have a membership with. but you know, as gershom doesn't really strike marco as the type, he'll resisting pointing it out as one of his more frequented places.
instead, ]
What type of poetry is it that you like?
no subject
[It's been a long time since he's had the nerve.]
no subject
[ it doesn't take a genius to begin to note a sort of pattern, here, even if it's existence is not unexpected. he cuts a concerned glance to gershom, a grimace tugging at his expression. ]
You ever consider picking it back up?
no subject
no subject
[ spoken tentatively. the grimace lightens to a slight, wry smile; an expression he hopes is more appropriately sympathetic. he's noted the fidgeting. ]
I mean, I think you're interesting - and I wouldn't ask if I weren't.
[ not necessarily true, politensss and every scenario considered, but earnest here. ]
no subject
[He probably wouldn't want to unload everything on Marco even if they'd known each other for years, but, details.]
I used to write poetry mostly for my ex-lover. He's the one who's the reason I'm like this.