04th landing . video, locked from felix gaeta

[landfall]

So.

What do you guys do when you're really mad at someone?

Productive and unproductive tactics welcome. I also enjoy colorful stories.

[ Private to Felix Gaeta, later ]

[ Okay, it's time to confront this. She's calm. She's good. She's going to say something elegant, and Felix is going to respect her, and they will be friends.

Here goes! ]

You're stupid.

[ wow not as planned ]

Comments

[deadly_ned]

I don't often drink. Or at all. At all counts as not often, right?

[routemistress]

If I 'adn't 'ad very recent experience of the effect of alcohol on the human body, Ned my love, I'd do a much better job of keepin 'up me comic outrage at this point.

[deadly_ned]

You rile me up on purpose.

[routemistress]

...You've only just noticed?

[deadly_ned]

It's cruel. I don't ruffle your feather boa.

[routemistress]

You rise to it so beautifully, though, sweetheart, it's irresistible.

And you could if you liked.

[deadly_ned]

I have a girlfriend. I can't go off ruffling anyone's anything.


And just because yeast naturally causes dough to rise doesn't mean you need to go prodding it with a fork.

[routemistress]

Some people just really need a good forking.

[deadly_ned]

And some people can get by with being left to rest. Forever.

[routemistress]

...If you really wanted me to stop the necrophilia jokes you'd not say things like to me, Pieman. Honestly, it's like trailing a ball of wool in front of a cat.

[deadly_ned]

I was talking about me.

[routemistress]

You'd really rather I never talked to you again?


...Not 'appening. Did you know one of me friends ended up living dead during the flood?

[deadly_ned]

No, I mean.


....Why would you even bring that up.

[routemistress]

Well, good.

I were changing the subject! I'd've gone with pies, only I've never met anyone that turned into a pie yet.

[deadly_ned]

I have other interests besides pies and dead people.

[routemistress]

Oh? Name one.

[deadly_ned]

My girlfriend Chuck.

[routemistress]

[Look at Iris not making any necrophilia jokes whatever.]

Oooh, now that's a start! Tell me all about 'er. 'Ow'd you meet?

[deadly_ned]

[You should, Iris. Chuck is dead.]

We were childhood friends. We lived across the street from each other.


She...was my first kiss.

[routemistress]

[HEY she's actually trying to be nice now.]

...That's adorable. A bit lacking in variety, but there you go. And you're still together.

First time I fell in love were with a dashing highwayman. Never did get a snog out of 'im, mind, but I reckon I made up for that later.

[deadly_ned]

We are together, but there was a good two-decade-long gap in the middle when we weren't.

How did you make up for it, and do I want to know?

[routemistress]

[Iris just gives him her best smirk.]

Almost certainly not, Ned my love. Unless you want chapter an' verse on xenobiology and comparative xenoanthropology, that is?

[deadly_ned]

Please don't. I have enough trouble with fruit-bearing plants.

[routemistress]

I've written actual textbooks on comparative sexuality! There were even some plants in there. I've met a few sentient ones, you know.

[This may be a lie. The textbooks, not the plants.]

[deadly_ned]

Chuck and I are fine the way we are. Or. Will be. Pending returning to her after my deal. Thank you.