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[exercisethemind]

[He turns it on just as he pulls something out of his mouth. Getting away with being high for so long has given him a false sense of security, but he's still paranoid enough to try and keep it off screen...for the moment.]

Are we all finished being mopey about this port?

Just in case....this is for you.

[He leans down and something rustles. Suddenly this begins to play quite loudly. Pollux leans back in his chair, conducting with his hands.]

Enjoy it! It seemed to fit the mood.

ARTHUR! Did you enjoy your time? [Yeah...that was a giggle.]

Comments

you can has a max to creep on now polly.

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Little eccentric there, bud?

Even if that's a good song. Taunting the masses is gonna get you five between the eyes.

and he will...he will CREEP like no other

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I doubt it.

this is expected.

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"When in doubt, don't."

sorry for the crazy

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Such wise words for such a little girl.

Did the other kids not play with you much?

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm a little girl. How kind of you to notice!

Well, now ya got me all flattered.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Yeah...that happens.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Ah, Sarah Brightman. Lovely voice. It's a pity that she and Andrew Lloyd Webber will split up-or has that happened already? I'm not so sure.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I don't keep up with that. That cd had just come out before I came here...I hadn't had a chance to actually listen to it yet until now.

It's wonderful.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Then they've probably split up already.

Yes, it is. She's got a lovely voice. I've got a copy of 'Phantom' hidden among the TARDIS somewhere, I can let you borrow it if you want.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Sure, alright.

Why?

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Why what?

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

No, seriously, WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THAT SHIT?

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Where am I getting...what?

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Kid, you're fucking high again.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Not again...still.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

No, no, really, where are you getting all of this?

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

All...what? I have nothing.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

The pot. Christ on a bike.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Why do you want to know so badly?

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Because nobody else gets any, for fuck's sake.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

No one else needs it.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Nobody needs pot, unless you're a dotty old bird.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

...

Or unless you've convinced your warden that it is an herbal remedy and that it helps with the anxiety....and he gets it from the Admiral.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...


YOU BASTARD. YOU CHEEKY BASTARD. How much have you got?

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

As much as I want. Why?

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...What would you swap for some?

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I don't need anything. Thanks, though.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all? There's a lot of stuff around here that's hard to get.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

There's nothing I need. I have everything I want. Pills when I need them, drugs when I want them, a library, enough food and no magnetic boots.

What could you possibly offer?

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

How about you give me some and we split whatever I make from it?

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Seventy - thirty and we'll call it a deal.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

No chance. Fifty-Fifty, straight up. I'm the one doing the selling here.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Sixty-forty. I'll even throw in the cigarettes I get from him.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I don't want the cigarettes. god no, not the cigarettes Fifty fifty.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Fine. Deal. Whatever. This better be good stuff you're going after...

I have some left. You can have...most of it.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...

you know, kid, never mind. You have fun. I can't be fucked.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Also fine by me.

And stop calling me kid...

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

My sons are older than you, you're bloody kid.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I'm not a kid. I'm twenty five, dammit.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

My oldest son's thirty two. So jog on, kid.

private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

That just makes you old. It doesn't make me a kid.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Kid is relative, kid.

private- LIES

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself.

[pendragon-prat.livejournal.com]

.....

Aside from falling under a spell, I had a marvelous time.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

A spell?! How...delightful. What kind of spell?

[pendragon-prat.livejournal.com]

It was a love spell.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Dear warden, how much fun that had to be.

[pendragon-prat.livejournal.com]

Only if you enjoy acting like a complete idiot.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

You don't? Well, that's a shame.