down, tiger.

[personally]

Anything else you'd like to add, or are you going to leave me back in the depths of your mind again?

I didn't think so.

Comments

YELLS

[linguist]

[well this is awkward.]

I-I-I... er, well.

Hi, Helga.

YELLS BACK

[personally]

Thatch.

[ Well, she's not exactly HAPPY to see him but it beats some other long lost buddies. Or coworkers. ]

Been a while.

[linguist]

[gOD he doesn't even know what to say to her. what exactly is the proper greeting-a-supposedly-dead-coworker etiquette?]

A long while.

Are-- are you-- [ARE YOU A ZOMBIE? WHAT EVEN] --how are things?

[personally]

[ Still as tactful as always. ]

Jobless, gameless. You're the first I've talked to in months.

[ Not who she's have picked, but she isn't complaining. ]

And yourself?

[linguist]

No, um, me too. It gets dull, but I don't know... it's better than the alternative.

[which was zombies and terrible weather WHY THIS.]

I don't think my mun knows how to pick games that don't involve horribleness.

[personally]

Ever tried living without your books, Thatch?

[ Where was Packard when you actually felt like a cigarette? What horrible timing. ]

Mine neither. She can't pick at all. I'd rather be under all that volcanic rock than wasting away back here.

[linguist]

It's not the books so much as the information. Try living somewhere where the books don't give you any of that. [HE'S NOT BUTTHURT ABOUT THAT HAPPENING AT HIS LAST GAME NOT AT ALL.]

But you're-- [wow he was trying not to think about that, thanks] --I mean, you must have some good company up there...

[kwahmtehredsehnen]

The depths of your person's mind would be a fitting punishment.