On the creation of his journal. (Voicetest)

[thenewhotness]

You can not be serious.

Alright. So, just because you're bored and can't sleep one night, you think you gonna stick me in your head and mess with me for your freaky-ass entertainment and all that?

I don't need this, man, I got a world to save and a beat up old man to babysit. Why don't you go play with your Jedi or something and let me get back to work?

... Yeah, somehow I didn't think it was gonna be that easy.

Come on, man, you could at least give me back my damn neuralyzer and come up with some decent icons for me. This is just embarrassing.

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[maldoran]

...Neuralyzer, hmm? Sounds quite fancy.

[thenewhotness]

Just a little gift from a friend from out of town.

[maldoran]

And the man behind your keyboard went and deprived you of it? Of a friendly gift? Oh, that won't do.

Steal it back.

[thenewhotness]

Love to, but unfortunately, I'm kinda stuck on this side of the keyboard, y'know what I'm saying?

[maldoran]

Accutely. I'm accutely aware of the inconvenience, as I find myself similarly stuck.

[thenewhotness]

Yeah, I bet. How long have you been stuck up in somebody's head?

[maldoran]

That is an excellent question. This particular instance? Oh, for only a couple of months.

[thenewhotness]

What do you mean 'this particular instance?'

[maldoran]

Well, I suppose that my first consciousness-sharing experience figured me as the invadee not the invader. Does that still count?

[thenewhotness]

You in the habit of sharing a brain with people?

[maldoran]

I assure you, it's not by choice.

Oh. Well. Barring, perhaps, once.

[thenewhotness]

... Damn. And here I thought getting that old cowboy music stuck in my head was bad.

[maldoran]

Ah. You mean country and western? It's a truly charming genre. I've come to love it since arriving here in...

America.

[blacktie]

Welcome to the club, slick.

[thenewhotness]

K! Damn, am I glad to see you, man.

[blacktie]

Yep, bet you are.

[thenewhotness]

[... The grin, after a moment, turns to a vaguely expectant look, and then sort of trickles into irritation.]

"...Well?"

[blacktie]

Well what, slim?

[thenewhotness]

[GODDAMMIT K HE DOESN'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW.]

What's the plan, man? What's the next move? Is there, like, some sort of superweapon, or do these Muns have a weakness we can exploit, or something?

[blacktie]

Not sure. They're caught up in their own games most of the time.

[He sits down at a counter, returning to his pie]

I was just going to wait it out. Foods good, you should try it.

[thenewhotness]

[Sigh. Always with the damn pie.]

Alright. Alright, we play it your way. Wait it out. Just as long as the whole world don't blow up while we're gone, right?

[blacktie]

World seems alright for the moment. Nothing in the hotsheets, and I'm rooming with some real superheroes. Sit down and relax, slick.

[thenewhotness]

[He looks like he kind of wants to hit K. Instead he sits the fuck down.]

Ain't easy to relax when some woman is telling you about another dimension where Stargates are real.

[blacktie]

I'm sharing bunks with the Last Son of Krypton. And we've known about Stargates for years, slim.

[thenewhotness]

Well 'we' sure as hell didn't tell me about 'em, and I'm getting really sick of finding out about this stuff after the fact.