go back to sleep, you little shit.

[obsoletion]

Whoa, whoa — Can we not with this whole Blaming Topher For All Of Our Problems™ thing? I didn't, strictly speaking, do — anything. I mean, there you were doing whatever it is you do, and I? I said nothing, munfriend. You were the one all, 'Oh, hey, let's a'huntin' we will go through the Tumblr tags'. And, I mean, wow, if I wasn't already enough of an egotist? Totally flattered, don't get me wrong. But what were you expecting? Silence? No no no. We don't do silence in the Topher Zone.

I get that you're not very organized and your life has been all — you know, lifey with the horrible and the ick — but you do realize that one of these days? I'm sensing some serious giving in here. Remember that application you started? Look at that, me too. Finish it, maybe? ...Or, on second thought, rewatches are always a treat. Not that I essentially enjoy watching my life happen before my eyes or anything, because, heh, talk about Twilight Zone — Inspiration is the word I'm looking for! That's what I'm here for: Inspiration. Think of me as your sweater-clad-genius-of-a-thinker Muse here to get that fount of creative juices flowing.

Why should you trust me? Good question. Answer's even better, because you probably shouldn't. But, uh. Imagine all the shenanigans we could get up to, right? Just like old times? ..Creative juices. Let's get with the flowing already. The radio silence in here might actually kill me. Again.

Okay, so maybe that was a bad joke, but that doesn't make me any less right.

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[babysat]

Silence, regrettably, is often our lot as muses, but you seem to be doing well with the whole— [ he waves a hand in a small circle ] —not silence thing.

[obsoletion]

It's allll part'a the plan, compadre. That and I've never been good at the whole — [ Topher's hand moves in a similar circle. ] — actual silence thing. Everybody's got a hobby, right? Can't really say that's ever been one of mine.

[babysat]

I've found that "plan"— [ he air quotes the appropriate word ] —is a fairly tenuous word around these parts, though I get your point.

I do like your sweater, by the by.

[obsoletion]

These muns of ours? See, they want us to believe they don't have a plan. That if they distract us with things of a shiny nature for an extended period of time, guys like us? We won't even notice. And we're [ He motions between the two of them, then puts the knuckles of one hand against the palm of the other. ] meant to be the smart ones! [ He laughs, and as per usual, it's nervous. ] They're cunning. We're talking all Slytherin all the time.

What, this old thing? I could say the same — Fleece?

[babysat]

You could — as I play devil's advocate — say it was a gesture of mercy, possibly a more Hufflepuff trait, in order to distract us not from the plan, but how pitifully little autonomy we have, in the big picture.

And, ah— [ and, bobbing his head, almost as if to disprove Topher's earlier point about the ease of distracting people like them ] —yes, fleece. Thrift store shopping, you know.

[ferric]

[ Well, would you look at that. ]

So, three incredibly able-minded geniuses walk into a bar— [ Ha ha ha, get it? ]

[obsoletion]

The result is — I'm guessing — tears, explosions, aaaand a very serious lawsuit. Think Bar Mitzvah with more [ His hands break apart from one another, forming a mushroom cloud with his fingers. ] boom.

[ He laughs nervously, because of course he gets it. ]

[kenosis]

Better silence than a thought-bomb.

[obsoletion]

[ Houston, we have an awkward. ]

Whiskey. Hello. You're looking — [ Psychotic? Knifey? ] Good. You're looking good. Is that a new hairstyle you're trying? Very chic. Very now.

[kenosis]

[Very blank slate, perhaps. That might be it. Or...well, sort of.]

Very now? Very now what?