R40 - We're made in stars, we're up in space

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick is compelled to write only two. There's plenty he doesn't write. He doesn't need a fucking holiday to tell people why he cares about them.]

[Arthas]
You Stole My Heart

Figuratively, not in the chest scar way.

You're terrifying ♥. [Yeah, he draws the little heart. Fight him.]

[Megamind]
Happy random earth Holiday to my brother from another penal system. Keep surviving.



[There's a certain patter in Riddick's voice, a certain... almost nervousness but not quite. His lazy drawl is gone. There's also a pale gray cast to his skin, a certain lifelessness, a certain blue light that almost looks like is reflecting off of his goggles but is actually coming from inside them.] And so we flood just in time for the Earth holidays again; have we accepted it as a given that the admiral does this deliberately now-? But it's only only certain Earth holidays, and usually the same, frequently Judeo Christian, always English-speaking. Some day we'll put in port on Helion Prime in time for Ramadan, and the rest of you will get used to eating at night. As long as we're in port and the kitchen staff doesn't have to deal with it, what is it about the kitchens that seems to be a trap for incapacitation and drama I can't say-

Sorry. Train of thought ran away with me there.

Any-hoo. Carry on, barge.

[Filtered to breakfast kitchen staff + on call wardens]
I'm not in or on form today, mentally or physiologically, by which I mean I can't taste anything and my sense of smell is completely gone. I'm going to require help with the menu and with tasting. Mister Wuornos, if you have your sense of taste and are currently also mostly yourself I could use your help.

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morning spam: the cuddles must flow

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas is awake first. He opens his eyes and regrets it almost immediately. Everything is the same basic shape but nothing like the correct color.

A flood. Has to be. The question is, what kind?]

Richard.

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick usually wakes up like a cat, potentially sharp but instantly boneless again when he recognizes no threat. So this morning when he twitches awake, that's weird.

And when he realizes that he isn't ... cold, or that he is cold but it's general and not coming from the room temperature dog on his legs and the below room temperature bedmate, that's weird too.]

...Arthas.

Why aren't I breathing, Arthas. I'm not breathing. This is upsetting. Oh fuck me why is my head so loud.

What were you saying?

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas' voice immediately goes soft, even syrupy.]

Are you alright? I think we had a flood overnight.

[with_my_teacup]

I-I'm not sure. I'm trying to take stock but it's so difficult to feel my body through all my thoughts everything's being processed verbally.

But I'm definitely not breathing and my sense of smell is gone so I think I'm undead. Do look undead? From the outside?

-and now the dog is rolling on me I'm fairly sure I'm actually undead but why is my brain so active.

I need coffee.

[darknessb4me]

I can't tell. Everything looks different. Check your pulse?

[Arthas sits up and starts scanning the room, hopefully to figure out more about the changes to his sight.]

[inhell]

What, my taste buds not good enough?

[with_my_teacup]

Your taste buds are exemplary but I'd still feel comfortable with another set of hands. A set of hands with taste buds. ...that's an unfortunate image and it's vibrantly clear in my mind, wonderful.

The somewhat scattered cogitation is the other reason I'd like his help, I'm not used to thinking this way. [A sound of frustration, a higher pitched 'hnn' than his usual surly grunt.]

[inhell]

You should respect me more.

I do all that you say. I have never disobeyed, I've never hurt anyone - I'm not so crude or erratic as some, not so risky as others.

[ Something has changed in her voice. Something eloquent and cadenced. ]

To you and all the rest, I'm just a girl. I'm quiet. I'm overlooked. And I shouldn't be.

[with_my_teacup]

I need to point out right here that I do respect you and I treat everyone with brusque, sarcastic disrespect. It's my thing. Also I'm the one who's actually seen you perform creative explosive acts albeit in another universe. Also I'm fairly sure you're flood affected.

[inhell]

Flood-affected, am I? Another excuse to malign my words.

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker looks with amusement back at Riddick, eying his pale color. He's getting used to his own pointy ears, feeling one absently with a hand]

Got a little mixed up with Arthas, I see.

[with_my_teacup]

Among other more caffeine driven people, yes, and you're obviously sharing parts of yourself with Spock, or vice versa.

[deadly_ned]

It's Spock. Mostly. I, ah. I kind of like them.

Feeling kind of cold?

[with_my_teacup]

It's a general all-over chilliness. I mind the lack of a sense of smell a lot more, in fact.

[deadly_ned]

Well, your senses are deadened. It's to be expected.

How's Arthas? Is he alive?

[warisart]

[Ben has been kind of an erratic mess lately, though he's holding together more or less, if a bit clumsy in more than just the traditional sense; today none of that is in evidence. He tilts his head to consider Riddick, the corner of his mouth twitching.]

Riddick? Are you alright?

[with_my_teacup]

Yes. In the sense that I'm not in any immediate danger or pain. No. In the sense that I woke up without a pulse and my brain rewired by this flood. Which is obviously keyed to whoever we sent these ridiculous valentines to; the pattern was easy once I was able to focus on it, but I'm having so much trouble focusing because everything is happening on the conscious level and I'm not used to this. It's so messy this is what I have instincts for.

[warisart]

You are far more cognizant of the changes of the flood than most. I'm sorry it's distressing you.

[He pauses, then, to consider his own symptoms; normally the gaps in his conversation have the precision and weight of a typewritten period on a page. This one feels more like a yawn in the conversation.]

I feel really good.

[with_my_teacup]

I'm just cognizant of... everything. Lots of things. I'll be fine. I'm glad you're feeling good; I'd trade a little confusion for a good experience for anyone in my social group.

[warisart]

Perhaps I can help. Instincts are not my strong suit, but I am accustomed to operating on a cerebral level nearly constantly.

...Consequently, I should be considerably more anxious about your current undead state, but I'm just not concerned.

[megamind]

Happy holidays.

We should meet up.

[with_my_teacup]

Yyyyes I think we should; if I'm not mistaken I'm borrowing your brain. Or at least your mode of thinking.

You're very terse today.

[megamind]

I'm a lot of things. You'll see.

CES?

[with_my_teacup]

Yes. I'll bring Partner if you bring Angus. Please don't be alarmed but I'm slightly undead-- Arthas' style of undead.

[megamind]

Heh. You crazy kids. [ Your crush amuses him at the moment Riddick. ] Angus is with me. Be there in ten.