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- Mumblybee: Directah: "Allison. i lveod huhr. but she dided. =("
- Snappy: Directah got drunk
- Mumblybee: Directah got sooooo drunk
- Snappy: Directah got hammahd
- Mumblybee: "Counselah, Counselah halp ahm hammahd"
- Shaherazade: and he sends them on a mission for tylenol, after his hangover becomes too horrible to bear
- Mumblybee: "this will be a most dangerous mission"
- Mumblybee: "go to cvs"
- Shaherazade: "infiltrate the corner market of cvs and retreive the formula for the substance tylenol"
- Mumblybee: "YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS"
- Mumblybee: "but sir --"
- Snappy: "BEGIN."
Reeberry prompt: Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon/now wait, wait, wait for me/pleased, hang around, I’ll see you when I fall asleep” for Allison/Director
“The difference,” he said idly one morning as he drank his coffee held in a stately shaking hand, “between a dream and a nightmare is the quality of the world in which you wake up,” and the counselor looked up from a datapad.
“It is a day for speeches,” said Leonard Church. “For actions.”
The counselor still did not lift his eyes from the screen. Leonard Church knew it was not a day for anything, but he liked the sound of his own voice. He liked the solid reassurance that it was still there. Nothing had blown his throat apart. The counselor said, “What did you dream?”
“You ask useless questions. We’ll move on the Staff of Charon today.”
“Dreams can be a significant assessor of mental processes.”
“Are you a real doctor, counselor?”
The counselor stared at him. Leonard Church told FILSS the coordinates for the space he needed to fill. There would be work today, progress to be made, demons to kill.
“I dreamed that I was her, counselor. I dreamed that I travelled out to die.”
10.16.2
“Fix what’s broken,” he says, his throat still hoarse from the unexpected ratcheting scream when Carolina threw Texas into the fire, and holds the capture unit out to the thin, waiting tentacles curled inside the metal box.
(The only Covenant alive in human control, and he stole it, he and his beautiful chess-piece soldiers, knock a few down to get to the checkmate. And this, the king of technologies, alien and subtle and Halsey would never have known to use it, it’s his alone —
But fall too far into the love of the work and he starts to remember why he can love it, why he greets the AI by name and keeps the Huragok fed himself, pushing the little tubes into the box.
This is backlash love, so that he doesn’t think too hard about her.
Megfab: omg I’m just picturing Sigma doing splits and Delta just glaring at him
Empress of Delma: and York’s scared because OH GOD HERE COMES THE HEADACHES
Megfab: pfffff and the Director’s just pretending he doesn’t see himself hitting on himself *shot*
Empress of Delma: he catches it on the camera and cries.
“A…Allison did that to me a lot…”
Megfab: omg now I’m just picturing him recording all these random things
Megfab: “YORK YOU’RE EATING FRENCH FRIES. ALLISON LOVED FRENCH FRIES.”
Empress of Delma: “MAINE PANTSED WASH IN THE HALLWAY. ALLISON DID THAT TO BE IN HIGH SCHOOL.”
Megfab: “ALLISON YOUR HAIR IS IN A PONYTAIL. ALLISON USED TO- wait.”
Empress of Delma: “hello, Director”
“Allison used to call me Master Chief during sex…”
“…… Our ship is attacking itself.”
Megfab: “Dad, mom stole my boyfriend again!”
“She stole my virginity too.”
*shot again*
A Life of Lies
I found a prompt and this happened _.
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245. A life of lies.
I looked back at my father as the pelican took me off for my first mission. I couldn’t see his eyes anymore; I didn’t want to. His green eyes only reminded me of my childhood, filled with lies and broken promises. The glare on his glasses manages to show how of a cold hearted man he was now. He didn’t care about me; I though, only my deceased mother, and he has spent years trying to rebuild her, to bring her back. He only managed to hurt himself and most of all; me.
“Good bye, sir,” I murmured, turning my back toward him and taking a seat as the pelican left the guard of the MoI.