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It is early. I am punch-drunk and exhausted. Therefore it must be time for another episode of.... SUMMARYVILLE!
Because of all the thread-jumping, this is going to be a bit of a narrative from Hob's point of view, for which I apologize because obviously Hob is not the center of the universe, but it was a terribly complicated night and I had to follow it as I could. Feel free to add.
First: Hob stands in the doorway, being misanthropic and not going to the party. Dream totally holds His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon hostage till Hob will come down. Hob bitches about how no one will call the cat by its name. There is discussion of Anthy's nightmares, and Hob says he's worried by Morpheus, who gets miffed and leaves.
Hob and Regulus get drunk and it is made abundantly clear that Hob-mun cannot type. Hob mentions he's worried about Dream, and they get progressively drunker. Hob invents an alcohol language, which Reg sneakily avoids by mixing drinks. Meanwhile, Mat comes over and he and Hob talk until Hob-mun stops getting notifications and starts feeling horribly guilty for inadvertently ignoring him.
Anthy CRUELLY and WITHOUT PROVOCATION steals Neb and is found out by Hob. She used to have a cat named something real weird *g*. When Hob won't let her pet the cat, she turns into a cat herself.
A very, very drunken Hob goes over and bothers Dream. Dream is patient with his ramblings until he makes the very unwise comment that he wishes Dream hadn't returned so he could have kept certain illusions. Dream vanishes. Hob is remorseful.
Sort of following from the Regulus thread, Hob goes to the bar in search of more tequila . He and Anathema snark about his drunkenness, which is considerable. Paul is hateful at him. Hob says he doesn't hate Paul. Paul says he placed an order with the bar but doesn't expect it to get filled. Eventually he tells Hob that what he wants is peace. They have a heated talk about whether or not anyone ever gets what they want, which causes Hob-mun to sing Stones songs inside her head. A discussion of what Hob wants quickly becomes a meditation on their shared loneliness. Hob says he'd been planning to return to Regulus at the lake, and Paul says he's not stopping him. Hob says he won't leave Paul alone, and when asked why, explains that it's not about why; just about what he's going to do.
Hob goes back to the lake to retrieve Nebuchadnezzar and see Regulus to bed. Reg is very drunk. Hob helps him up to the bar and tucks him into his (Hob's) bed. There is cuteness. So much pointless cuteness.
All that settled, Hob returns to Paul in the bar, and eventually falls asleep in the corner, though not (presumably) alone. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER PEOPLE THANK YOU! This is about loneliness, not your unsatisfied sexual kinks. XD.
and for the TRULY COMMITTED...
*hob-mun= artemisiathegirl. anthy-mun= Misericordian*
artemisiathegirl: BARBIE'S AWESOME
Misericordian: BARNEY/BARBIE OTP
artemisiathegirl: naaaah. barney would be immediately killed and stuffed in the freezer with bob.
Misericordian: barney/bob OTP?
artemisiathegirl: YES
Misericordian: gaaaah
Misericordian: so much wrong
Misericordian: enough wrong to feed three small nations for decades
artemisiathegirl: their cold lifeless embraces igniting some small spark of joy in the soulless land of gil's freezer
Misericordian: bwahaha
artemisiathegirl: i think i just broke my own brain.
Misericordian: the fact that they're dead just makes it ... more something. not better, i guess.
Misericordian: oh dear. *offers duct tape*
artemisiathegirl: better in that way that's actually the opposite of better
artemisiathegirl: the baby jesus gave up crying over me
artemisiathegirl: and went to play golf.
artemisiathegirl: it was a more effective use of his time.
Misericordian: yay! good baby jesus.
Misericordian: (it is actually paul in disguise, just so you know. see, the cross is all gnawed on.)
artemisiathegirl: noooooo *claws eyes* no more paul/jesus
artemisiathegirl: oh fuck that looked like
Misericordian: WTF
Misericordian: OMG
artemisiathegirl: PAUL/JESUS SLASH FIC
Misericordian: PAUL/JESUS
Misericordian: OTP
artemisiathegirl: I'M GOING TO HELL
Misericordian: YES
Misericordian: YOU ARE
Because of all the thread-jumping, this is going to be a bit of a narrative from Hob's point of view, for which I apologize because obviously Hob is not the center of the universe, but it was a terribly complicated night and I had to follow it as I could. Feel free to add.
First: Hob stands in the doorway, being misanthropic and not going to the party. Dream totally holds His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon hostage till Hob will come down. Hob bitches about how no one will call the cat by its name. There is discussion of Anthy's nightmares, and Hob says he's worried by Morpheus, who gets miffed and leaves.
Hob and Regulus get drunk and it is made abundantly clear that Hob-mun cannot type. Hob mentions he's worried about Dream, and they get progressively drunker. Hob invents an alcohol language, which Reg sneakily avoids by mixing drinks. Meanwhile, Mat comes over and he and Hob talk until Hob-mun stops getting notifications and starts feeling horribly guilty for inadvertently ignoring him.
Anthy CRUELLY and WITHOUT PROVOCATION steals Neb and is found out by Hob. She used to have a cat named something real weird *g*. When Hob won't let her pet the cat, she turns into a cat herself.
A very, very drunken Hob goes over and bothers Dream. Dream is patient with his ramblings until he makes the very unwise comment that he wishes Dream hadn't returned so he could have kept certain illusions. Dream vanishes. Hob is remorseful.
Sort of following from the Regulus thread, Hob goes to the bar in search of more tequila . He and Anathema snark about his drunkenness, which is considerable. Paul is hateful at him. Hob says he doesn't hate Paul. Paul says he placed an order with the bar but doesn't expect it to get filled. Eventually he tells Hob that what he wants is peace. They have a heated talk about whether or not anyone ever gets what they want, which causes Hob-mun to sing Stones songs inside her head. A discussion of what Hob wants quickly becomes a meditation on their shared loneliness. Hob says he'd been planning to return to Regulus at the lake, and Paul says he's not stopping him. Hob says he won't leave Paul alone, and when asked why, explains that it's not about why; just about what he's going to do.
Hob goes back to the lake to retrieve Nebuchadnezzar and see Regulus to bed. Reg is very drunk. Hob helps him up to the bar and tucks him into his (Hob's) bed. There is cuteness. So much pointless cuteness.
All that settled, Hob returns to Paul in the bar, and eventually falls asleep in the corner, though not (presumably) alone. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER PEOPLE THANK YOU! This is about loneliness, not your unsatisfied sexual kinks. XD.
and for the TRULY COMMITTED...
*hob-mun= artemisiathegirl. anthy-mun= Misericordian*
artemisiathegirl: BARBIE'S AWESOME
Misericordian: BARNEY/BARBIE OTP
artemisiathegirl: naaaah. barney would be immediately killed and stuffed in the freezer with bob.
Misericordian: barney/bob OTP?
artemisiathegirl: YES
Misericordian: gaaaah
Misericordian: so much wrong
Misericordian: enough wrong to feed three small nations for decades
artemisiathegirl: their cold lifeless embraces igniting some small spark of joy in the soulless land of gil's freezer
Misericordian: bwahaha
artemisiathegirl: i think i just broke my own brain.
Misericordian: the fact that they're dead just makes it ... more something. not better, i guess.
Misericordian: oh dear. *offers duct tape*
artemisiathegirl: better in that way that's actually the opposite of better
artemisiathegirl: the baby jesus gave up crying over me
artemisiathegirl: and went to play golf.
artemisiathegirl: it was a more effective use of his time.
Misericordian: yay! good baby jesus.
Misericordian: (it is actually paul in disguise, just so you know. see, the cross is all gnawed on.)
artemisiathegirl: noooooo *claws eyes* no more paul/jesus
artemisiathegirl: oh fuck that looked like
Misericordian: WTF
Misericordian: OMG
artemisiathegirl: PAUL/JESUS SLASH FIC
Misericordian: PAUL/JESUS
Misericordian: OTP
artemisiathegirl: I'M GOING TO HELL
Misericordian: YES
Misericordian: YOU ARE
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All of you, you drive me insane with love and screams of all types.
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Dude, this is Milliways. Of course it's about our sexual kinks. :)
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