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[ video ] - Day 185

[ Hey Cape Kore! It's your local resident Moose. He definitely looks better this time around than the last. He isn't quite as flaily like a baby giraffe or a drunk moose this time. Bonus points for Sam! ]

Hey guys! Seems I can walk about without losing my balance now. Gotta say, the whole roofied feeling - not so fun.

But, seems my laptop is here. And since this place seems to be lacking in the entertain department, I figured y'alls should get together and have a movie night or somethin' sometime.

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[Fortescue cants her head to the side.]

The Center let you bring your laptop? Or did it arrive after you? If it's the former, I'd say this place has a liking for you.

Nah, it was here one morning when I woke up. Same morning I woke up not feeling like I was being drugged for the first time since I got here.

Gonna guess it's not a coincidence. Buy hey, at least my laptop works - well, aside from the lack of internet.

Huh. [She arches an eyebrow.] It does like you. The feeling drugged part aside, I mean, as I assume we're not talking about the fun sort. [Keep on target, Fortescue.] A movie night sounds pretty grand to me, at any rate.

Definitely not good drugs. Spent the whole time feeling like I'd been roofied.

But yeah, we can get a bunch of people together and set the laptop up in a larger room or you can come by my room any time.

Oh, my. That's awfully forward of you, isn't it?

[She's teasing, and winks with a grin. Like she can talk, anyway.]

I wonder if there's a projector around here with the right connectors. Technology's a bit fickle, that way.

[ Forte! Don't tease the poor Moose! It makes him flaily. ]

Wait! No! I didn't mean it like that! I wasn't... I'm not... That's not... I mean, not that you're not pretty... I'm gonna shut up now.

[ Good idea, Sam. ]

A projector would be awesome. Not gonna hold my breath though.

[Fortescue chuckles quietly. Sorry, Sam. Teasing is a sure thing when she's around.]

Definitely not a good idea, around here, no. We do have some video screens in the camera room, but I doubt they have anything convenient for hooking up to a laptop.

I keep hearing about this camera room. I guess I should really check it out sometime soon.

Shame my friend Charlie isn't here. I bet she'd be able to rig something up.

You should. It's quite the spectacle to see. Once, at least. Even if it doesn't show anything on the monitors, seeing as we all came here instead of where we were being observed.

[Observed everywhere. Even the bathrooms. Uck.

Fortescue pauses, sadly, at the name.]

If you mean Charlie Bradbury, the pretty redhead, she was here awhile back.

[ That's just down right creepy. What kind of messed up scientists want to watch residents bath or go number two? Obviously entertainment for the scientists was lacking if they felt the need to stoop to such lows for fun. ]

That's her. Yeah. [ Pretty redhead? Hm? ] Oh... did you and her have a thing?

[Fortescue opens her mouth, closes it, opens it again. That's complicated, isn't it? Everyone has their own definition of what a 'thing' is.]

We spent some time together. I'm not certain if it qualified.

[Yes, she'd absolutely had a thing for Charlie.]

She was trying to organize something called Dungeons and Dragons before she left.

[ Oh man. Open mouth, insert foot. Fortescue had it bad for Charlie, huh? ]

Sounds like her.

If it helps, she's safe. Back home, I mean. [ Well, she's in Oz. Hopefully safe... ]

I'm glad to hear it. [She tries to infuse some flippancy back into her voice. Come on, self, we can do better than that. We used to pretend for a living.] People come and go fairly often, around here. Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't.

[ Sorry Fortescue. Sam knows every trick in the book for pretending you're okay when really you're not very okay at all - Hell, he probably wrote the book!

Luckily he's too nice to call her out on it. ]

Hey. Who knows then? Maybe one day she'll be back. She's pretty good at turning up when you least expect to see her.

[That would be an awkward conversation that Fortescue would constantly try to get away from.]

She's already turned up twice. So you might be right.

[But she's not going to put much thought into it, because it will either happen or it won't. And if she's not thinking about all the people who left and if they'll come back, it won't hurt as much.]

Movie night, though. Sounds like a pleasant distraction.

[ Fortescue, are you the female version of Dean? There's only so many feelings and emotions you can sweep under the rug before you start to trip over them. ]

Don't suppose these place has any popcorn?

[They're good friends. This should say something about them.]

You might get lucky and find some. The kitchen cupboards are a gamble as far as supplies. We always seem to have them, but the actual contents vary.

[Ice cream weeks are good weeks.]

[ Yep. It speaks volumes! ]

I'll see what I can find. Hopefully there will be some kind of awesome movie food.

[Here is where someone else would say something like, "I'll think good thoughts." But Fortescue is a cynic and she knows that that won't do a damn thing. It's just luck, as far as she's concerned. And maybe a benevolent building.]

Do let me know. I've missed the cinema. What we have back home right now is war films, and I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

[ Yep. Definitely the female Dean. ]

No war movies then? Got it. I'm sure we'll find something you'll enjoy.

[ Maybe the place will even provide her with DVDs to go with her booze! ]

They lose their allure, I think. One already knows how the war turns out. Those who cultivate them were never on the front lines.

Usually the way of it. At least they're not sparkly vampire movies.

We don't have those, in my world. But I've reluctantly read the book here, in the library. You've got my condolences.

You read the books? Willingly? Or was it some kind of extreme torture?

Oh, I only read the first one, out of curiosity. It's different, where I come from. Still a literary sensation, it seems, but they're faeries instead of vampires. And the teen girl stalks the faerie boy.

Dean got his ass kicked by some faeries once. Tiny little naked Tinkerbells, apparently.

...really.

[Fortescue arches both brows upward, delighted and amused by this tidbit.]

You didn't see this happen, I take it.

I wasn't all that sympathetic actually. I was kinda in a bad place. Empathy wasn't my strong point at the time.

No? Well, I suspect it would have been more difficult than usual to be sympathetic. Through the laughter, and whatnot.

[She smiles.]

It was pretty amusing. I shouldn't laugh but uh... It was a lot funnier without a soul.

[That statement isn't as strange to Fortescue as it could be to someone else. She tilts her head curiously.]

And you... recovered it, after?

[ It's great when people don't look at him like he's crazy. Curiousity he can handle, disbelief and thinking he's crazy kinda gets to him. ]

Uh, yeah. I got it back. Well, Death got it back for me. It was pretty banged up. But I dunno, I think I'm kinda okay now...

That's quite a story.

[There's probably a lot more to it, but Fortescue isn't going to pry very much about souls. Not considering the condition, and location, of her own.]

I take it you mean a... literal Death. Robe and scythe sort of fellow?

More a suit than a robe, but yeah, he's a pretty intimidating guy.

I would have to imagine so. [She looks amused.] You didn't play chess with him, did you?

My brother had pizza with him. Does that count?

...I would say so, except I don't think you can barter with pizza.

[That amusement hasn't left her face, although she does look slightly taken aback.]

I never would have guessed that Death likes Italian. Or eats at all, I suppose.

Pretty sure if Death asks you to sit down to pizza with him then you don't say no.

If only the circumstances for getting to chill with Death weren't well, y'know, death...

[She thinks for a moment.]

There's merit in getting to ask Death questions about the universe and life itself, I suppose. But generally, isn't it better when those questions are left unasked? Is he so petty he'd zap you just for refusing to eat with him?

I dunno about petty - Kinda don't want to ever test that theory out for myself.

[ Although when he came for Sam he didn't offer pizza. How come Dean gets pizza? So unfair. ]

No, I probably wouldn't risk it, either. Best to try and minimize the situation.

Pretty sure I've died enough for one existence, any way. Think I'd like to take a break from the whole dying scene.

I would think that more than once would be enough for anyone, darling.

I'm a bit above the national average when it comes to death counts, I'm afraid.

That's unfortunate. Try not to make it a habit around here, mm? Even if it doesn't appear to be permanent, I can't imagine it's pleasant.

Well, so far so good.

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