[001] Finding what I need

[itsnotaddiction.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I know I should be getting my room assignment or whatever, but now that I'm dead and in heaven or where ever the hell this place is, things I should be doing don't seem half so important anymore. (Not that they were all that important to me when I was alive... but I digress.) To tell you the truth, there's really only one thing on my mind right now and I think it's important that all of you help me with it or I'll go crazy.

So, what I'm trying to say is Does anyone know where I can find a cigarette?




Please.

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[phallboy.livejournal.com]

You know you can get internet on your communicator, right?

. . . Please tell me you got a communicator.

Did you talk to the robot guy at all?

I'm at the M.A.C. You want me to find you, vice versa, meet somewhere else?

Are you seriously not going to tell me about the whole dying thing?

[itsnotaddiction.livejournal.com]

...

Okay, so I totally don't have a communicator.

But you can't blame me! The place was crawling with all these educated types in white lab coats and I felt so out of place so I just... left.

Oh yeah! And the dieing thing.

So it was just after you got Takada on the back of your motorcycle and you drove off and I was louring her henchmen away with my mad distraction skills in your car. (Your car has some bullet holes in it, by the way. Sorry.)

So I'm racing along when suddenly there's, like, a wall of black cars in front of me and I come to skidding stop where I'm surrounded by them. I get out of the car (Stupid move in hind sight, I know.) and go to reach for my gun and they all just shoot me at once.

And then I found myself here.

...So how'd you get here?

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

We need to get you a communicator and a room. You can't stay with me forever. And don't act surprised, I know that was your plan as soon as you saw I was here.

Jesus fucking Christ I don't care about the car. That's just. Jesus, Matt. I'm sorry, man, that wasn't supposed to happen.

I was with Takada and then I was in the lab. That's all I know. I have no idea what happened to her. I've been here a couple days royally pissing people off making connections, but I didn't think anybody I actually knew would show up. We're not . . . traditionally powered.

Please god tell me this doesn't mean Near's going to pop out from behind a bush somewhere. Damnit, Stark.

[itsnotaddiction.livejournal.com]

I'll come find you at the MAC. Which is your room?

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

I'm in 1007. Hurry up.

[OOC: log time? y/n]

[itsnotaddiction.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

_{[OOC: Definitely.]}

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

Don't apologize, Matt, just get over here.

[OOC: you start, bb. <3]

[itsnotaddiction.livejournal.com]

Uh, sorry.

_{[OOC: Gladly. But I haven't been accepted to the Log community yet so I can't post anything... You're a mod, right?]}

[phallboy.livejournal.com]

Don't apologize.

And be careful.

[OOC: Oh right, way to ask the impossible. Accepted now! :D]