ataraxion | 001 First Halloween

[ Someone is definitely in a cheerful mood. Chad is a new face on the network--he's never talked on it, since he arrived here when there wasn't one, and he's been a little too busy learning to live again to sit in his room feeling sorry for himself and chatting on the network. That and he finally has something to show the network. Five pumpkins the size of soccer balls sit on the desk in front of him. ]

I know, they're not much to look at, but it's not just size that matters.

[ This is where anyone who knows Spock well ought to be tripping over their own jaw. He has Spock's face, without a doubt, but Chad is about far away from Spock's manner as it's possible to be. Starting with the smile, but also the liveliness of his delivery, one hand hanging lazily over the top of the nearest pumpkin, and the other elegantly gesturing to them as he speaks. ]

I've never grown anything in my life, but I couldn't bear to let the seeds go to waste. Turns out it's easier than I thought. Now-- [ He raises a knife off the table. ] I finished one of them. The question is what to do with the others.

[ The lights flicker and then turn off, with nothing more than a particularly heated glance, but Chad is still lit up by the orange glow emitted by one of the pumpkins. He turns it around to face the screen. ]

Any ideas?

Oh, and while I'm at it, I need more ideas for things to do around here. Things that aren't carving pumpkins or improving my sex life. I have those sorted.

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[ He's not saying nothing, nope. But there's a reason this is voice. ]

Could try taking your artistic talents elsewhere.

I could. But then I might just have less time to use my artistic talents on you.

[ Hiding? Whatever for? Just in case Chad is impossibly embarrassing? But that would never happen! ]

Drinking. That's a thing you can do.

[This coming from the woman currently holding a glass of scotch.]

Drinking would be a lot easier if everything on board wasn't as bland as cheap plonk. I'm guessing you wouldn't know where I can get a decent white wine?

[ Someone's sleeping on the proverbial couch tonight. ]

Thought you were looking for other things to do.

But who knows what I might get up to when I slip out of your sight.

[ He can't roll his eyes over audio, it's not even fair. ]

A sense of style isn't much of a transferable skill, Peter.

Edited 2013-01-25 23:23 (UTC)

Halloween is over.

[ Snappishly. ] I've been reliably informed that Halloween is wherever you are.

[ugh hayden. tate's unflappable, and his head cocks.]

No, you idiot, it was like two months ago. We went trick or treating and everything.

[LOL WAIT. HOLD THE HELL UP. jim flicks the video on because this is PRICELESS.]

I'm sorry is that-- [Jim can't keep the smile off his face] is that Spock?

If Halloween was two months ago, then I must have missed Christmas. I don't know what's more disappointing.

[ Really Chad's making up that 'reliable informant', but he doesn't mind if Hayden gets blamed for it. That's even better. ]

Actually, yes I do. It's getting you as a Christmas present. This network... It's interesting, isn't it? I could tell anyone out there anything I wanted to, just like that? [ A snap of his fingers to make his point. ]

No, dear. I'm Chad; Chad Warwick.

[ He pats the pumpkin in front of him, cat got the cream smile over the top of it. ]

This is Spock.

Wow. [ she's not even going to comment fu-- yes she will ] You could pick up a new hobby.

Literally, anything.

For the love of God, get a new fucking hobby.

I could cut your hair and miss. That sounds like a fun new hobby.

A curious hobby.

Does your work extend to designs beyond our shared facial features, or will we find ourselves with a surplus of gourd portraits?

Edited (preemptive enter key!!) 2013-01-26 01:40 (UTC)

Oh, please. And risk getting blood all over those delicate little hands? You'd never, you don't have the balls.

You think so? Hmm. I enjoy doing portraits, they're more of a challenge. It's easier to make a cat look like a cat. People are less sensitive to them being wrong somehow.

Edited 2013-01-26 01:47 (UTC)

Maybe you should start working in agriculture.

If you think I'm afraid of a little blood, you've obviously never scraped pumpkin guts out with your fingernails.

As for balls... Well. Statistically speaking, I'm already winning.

[ Why are you talking sense? That's not fair. ]

Would you come and visit me if I did?

That's disgusting.

[ s-so offended. pumpkin guts. ew. ]

I wasn't talking about anatomy. I meant metaphorically, emotionally. Do you really think you could kill someone? [ baiting? what? no.. ] Or cut their throat, I think is what you were saying. At the very least.

Edited (oop) 2013-01-26 01:59 (UTC)

End up in the oxygen garden half the time anyway. Don't see why I couldn't.

[ a beat ] Didn't know you had so many friends on board.

I had thought that art was to be understood through the mind of another. Perhaps the portrait is not wrong and instead, uncommonly truthful.

It's not the only disgusting thing I've stuck my hands in.

[ Now he's just baiting. And really, he has to, because it keeps his deliberately hard smile plastered across his face when she continues. Could he kill someone? It isn't like he hasn't considered it--considered smothering babies. But babies can't fight back, and suffocation is easy. ]

Did you think you could?

[ Hey, you started it. ]

Friends. Oh yes, good friends.

[ He sounds vaguely ill just joking about it. ]

They're...housemates. Dead, like me.

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