Issue #72

[mistconduct]

[Chris, newly healed, is standing outside the Enclosure. He's looking characteristically excited, eyes gleaming]

Okay. Okay, just go with me on this.

What if this....

[He jerks his thumb back at the Enclosure's door]


....plus this?


[He brings a large box into view, holding it up in both hands.

It's Jumanji - the board game.]


Ten minutes. Get your shit and let's go.

That includes you, Omar.

Comments

[mistconduct]

[Knocked flat on his ass, Chris drops to the ground, his nose bleeding copiously. He drops the game, and spits blood across his chest, sitting up]

What the FUCK, Anya?! Jesus! I just got this face healed, you wanna break something else in it?!

[fridgetothefire]

[With total equanimity.]

Sometimes.

I sent her a fruit basket.

[This is the sanest thing she's said all week. It's 100% true and accurate to the thread of conversation.]

cw; gendered insults

[mistconduct]

Fuck off. Fuck off, you can't play with us now.

Ow. God, ow, you bitch.

cw; gendered insults

[fridgetothefire]

You're a bitch.

[Whine, whine, she means. It sounds exactly as childish as it is.]

[mistconduct]

Fucking christ.

Maybe get yourself to the goddamn infirmary to get checked out. Ow. Ow.