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"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

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:)

[ Heh, heh, keep going and see what happens. ]

More splash of color and I'll give it a care.
I never did ask you much about your last encounter with the smiling fellow. Then again, anything strange is assumed to be connected, completely my bad. You could say I have a little crush on anything that is vague and smiling.

S

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Nice try, not quite Himself.

[ button mashing button mashing TIME TO DO SOME BUTTON MASHING. ]

Must sting a little, then. And god, how actually ironic; history repeating, although you'll forgive me if I bet on someone not you this time.

[ BUTTON MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHING ]

anon text;

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Forgiven.

S

[ Watch as his patience wears thin. Lalala, goingtoskinyouhe's perfectly fine. ]

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At the risk of sounding like a first timer at Burning Man, there are things out there in the darkness, Mr. S, and you-- you're in here, with everyone else.

[ connect those dots, motherfucker OH YES HE JUST CALLED YOU NORMAL AND PART OF EEEEEEEEVERYBODY ELSE.

neal this is the worst plan since your last plan, jesus christ man. ]

anon text;

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[ And this is the exact moment Jim Moriarty's mood spirals and Sebastian Moran despises being in his company. At least he has his wasps, god, they are a blessing. Perhaps more crazed than usual with the attention he is giving them, but wow, that's a horrible insult and he thinks everyone around here has problems. 'Hurt me now, Jim' problems. You understand, don't you, wasps? Abubuubuuuu~

He's staring into the jar as ideas stack over each other. Equally painful ideas, all with consequences of their own. Calculated. Imaginative. Burning.

He manages a calm response: ]

A low stab, even for you. And this ship isn't as large as it seems, so I suppose the chances of damage for everyone has higher probability, wouldn't you say?

S

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[ neal would like to say this is an Elaborate Plan, sketched out to the finest detail and without flaw.

really, he wants to be cruel-- wants to hurt someone, to dig inside and rattle their cage and jim moriarty--

well. they both have adorable pigtails, in the end. ]

I would, sure. I'd also say I know your face. And I have very, very little left to lose.

The problem with a death sentence is it tends to make the remaining time seem much less. Let's go with precious. Delicate.

You want a new game, fine. But you don't understand the terrain anymore, and I-- well. I won't claim understanding, but I know more than you do. And I think it follows that if anyone else drowns in a pool (don't be pedantic, you know what I mean) you won't know anything at all.

anon text;

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Oh, please, save it. The chicken and Ward's arse could easily know more than my face. It's paying attention. I've opened up enough, I just like to see the deducing waltz. Connecting the details, the dots. Dangle something out there and see them bite. I'm sure you're very proud of yourself, Neal.

I like to see the damage I can do before I drown.

[ Christ, here he goes. ]

True, but not too constraining. I carry on and another day goes on. A good month has passed and it's been used properly. Tick tick goes the clock.

S

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[ oh, someone didn't like that at all. ]

Which chicken? I have my suspicions about one of them. And your fascination with Ward aside, if we're dancing I'd say you just stepped on my foot.

Real names? Risky. But then again, I'm the man everyone wants to poke around inside, lately. No real harm adding another piece of kindling to the fire.

...you have no idea.

[ some of this: high caffreyan drama.

some of this: something else, something not very nice. ]

Right, you have a Master Plan. Do you want to know what I found out Himself thinks about any of our master plans, Jim? I'll give you that one, gratis. A favor between... well.

Yes or no? Tick tock goes the clock.

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A Master Plan implies I'm willing keep my mind in one direction. Changeability is another thing, it could be a balloon party one day or something completely different the other. Do try to understand better, charm can only get that face so far.

I've hit the snooze, I'm afraid.

anon text;

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You are, aren't you? You really are.

Funny. I'm not, not anymore. Maybe we traded?

[ just ask to get shanked, why don't you. ]

anon text;

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I'm keeping on with my own business, funny where a 'hello' has gotten us. Look at his conversation now, tut tut.

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He's coming, Jim. And you aren't smarter than Him, you aren't more evil or whatever you tell yourself when you start to wonder 'what, exactly, does a man like me do here?'. He's laughing at every single one of us and that includes you, and you can throw a fit and threaten to kill anyone you like-- doesn't change what's coming.





I told you that one was free. The next costs.

anon text;

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[ Ugh. ]

I'm keeping your head.

anon text;

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Killing the messenger doesn't get rid of the message, but good luck with that.

And Jim?

anon text;

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Hardly my concern, I'm just exhausted.

Neal?

anon text;

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Tiring, I'd bet. Understandable.

This game? It's not yours, and it's not mine. I'm-- prophet is too Catholic, harbinger too direct.

Let's call me the albatross, then. Fitting.

Figure out the new game or don't, Jim. But I'm done with the old one, and you can go ahead and have fun with your headhunt and if you decide to graduate up to the adult table, you let me know.

anon text;

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But I shall kill no albatross.

You say old, but you're also giving the squint of a man who thinks they've seen enough. I give you no promises. Trying to impress you would mean there's something to care, but flat-out inconveniences are something for the gutter. We all have our own tread. I'm here to keep myself entertained, doy.
But I do like it when you say my name, and I think you do too.

anon text;

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Now, that I never said. Funny things about legends: everywhere you go, everyone's heard a different version.

Like I said, Jim.

anon text;

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Death's at the bottom of everything, Neal.

anon text; this icon is on purpose

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Not at the bottom of this well, Jim. This one's deathless and it doesn't quite have an end, but what it has inside would probably terrify you as much as it does me. More, actually, if Sherlock was right about you.

...oh right, I lied. "I'm not scared anymore"-- true in some lights, but not about this. Sorry, old habit. You understand.

anon text; ok get out

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Bleh.

[ Terrify. Sherlock. Gross, you're really gross with words. ]

Completely.

anon text; n o p e neal is really enjoying this ngl

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Oh, you have no idea. Have you ever been religious? Probably not, but you should look into it. See what appeals and what seems horrifyingly pointless and dull, and get back to me.

That is: if a then b, adult table, and all. Rules are rules.

[ dude, you do not even know. ]

I thought you might.

anon text;

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That information would be getting personal, not how I do, Neal-o.

Rules. I vomited a little.

anon text;

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You're going to hate Himself, you really are.

Well. If you make it to there.

anon text; douchiest icon choice, ok neal

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You really adore that table.