One muse envies another

[roadmap_of_pain]

So you're letting that purple-eyed slacker who ought to have Type II diabetes by now wander into some other world, and yet, after months of trying 'place' me, and several false starts, and sufficient whinging about how hard I am to 'place', you're keeping me shelved? All that grumbling for nothing, and to the loafer goes the spoils? You disgust me with your fickleness. If you finally get the ambition to 'place' me, don't expect me to be responsive. I've been manipulated enough in my time.

You don't own me. Remember that.

Comments

OMG Dammers <3

[housewareshero]

Whoa, whoa, heeey. Sounds like someone needs to pull his tighty whiteys out of his ass crack and chill for a second. Have a brew. Why you wanna end up in one of those weird-ass places, anyway? From where I sit, they don't look like nothin' but trouble.

Eeee, an Ash!!

[roadmap_of_pain]

It's better than being stuck in... whatever this place is. Or being dead. I was literally in hell for a while. Before that I briefly dwelled in a place built on dreams. Since then, I've been limbo.

...And have you been going through my drawers?

/mutual flailing ensues

[housewareshero]

Hell, huh? I seen it through the doorway, but I never went in. Bet that sucked a bag of big fat ones. [he can't stop staring at that crazy part you've got going there, Dammers. wow. he THINKS he's being discreet about it, at least.]

Through your -- oh! Ha, no. You just look like a Fruit of the Loom kinda guy, is all. So here's the million dollar question: if there was a place made outta dreams, why'd you leave?

I can't help feeling somehow Evil Dead takes place in the same 'verse as The Frighteners...

[roadmap_of_pain]

You're lucky you never got through the doorway: it's as bad it's been described, and worse in other ways... and just plain strange in other ways. On top of that, I ended up working as a reaper, which entailed collecting souls that didn't necessarily accept their lot in the afterlife.

I apologizing for snapping like that: paranoia comes a liability in my profession, and it gets worse when I'm angered.

And I left the country dreams because I woke up, or I was forced awake. I'm not certain how it worked, other than it was like a typical dream, particularly a pleasant one you were enjoying.

Re: I can't help feeling somehow Evil Dead takes place in the same 'verse as The Frighteners...

[housewareshero]

Hey, paranoia's a bitch. You're speakin' to a card carryin' club member. [he huffs, holding up the mechanical hand in demonstration.]

So I take it you couldn't just fall back asleep. ... .My little lady's already got designs on dropping me on some floating island... But they got handyman job type stuff, and no demons, so I figure it might not be so bad.