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[deardirect0r]

Leave a message... likely you'll be ignored, but valiant effort on your part.

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Day 152 - evening - action

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Today sure as fuck has been eventful. Y'know what'll make it more eventful? Making sure he has a fucking heart to heart, brain to brain, snark to snark with the Director. Asshole's gotta be around sometime, and Alpha will be waiting for him. To spring into action. Or look grouchy and tired, anyway.]

Day 152 - evening - action

[deardirect0r]

[Church is left waiting for a couple of hours, until the AI lab closes and the Director has nothing else to do but come home. Omega bounds into the house, tail wagging and he follows the mechanical dog into the kitchen.]

Day 152 - evening - action

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Omega's good for a lot of things, about half of which are involved in pissing off Church, but that's okay, because he also makes a mighty fine alarm system. Hell, he was starting to think he'd have to take up Tex's suggestion of breaking into the Director's bedroom and waiting there (with a baseball bat). Thankfully, Church is not a psychotic ex and declined to do that.]

Are you just waiting for them to give you a fucking bed space in the office or whatever? [And good evening to you, too, Alpha.] People generally have homes and bedrooms and shit for a reason, dude.

[deardirect0r]

[He raises an eyebrow. First he complains about him being here, now he's complaining he isn't around enough. Do make up your mind, Alpha.]

That would be most convenient, perhaps I'll suggest it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Hey, it just so happens that it's convenient for the Director to be here right at this moment. Otherwise, please for the love of god feel free to just live at your lab.]

Okay, great, awesome. Hey, do you mind not fucking with my head even while you're high off your ass? 'Cause that would be fucking super, thanks.

[deardirect0r]

I'm not sure I understand what you mean. [Oh look, coffee. Just what he needs right now. He starts fixing himself a mug.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wow, okay, pretty sure you weren't amnesic even pumped full of some happy pills, so let's take this from the top.

Your stupid fucking sentimental not-goodbye video. Is fucking with my head.

And I gotta wonder if that was intentional. Because having a moment where I see Tex all dolled up as a soldier, y'know, like her, and, just for a god damn moment, it's like I'm you, well, guess what, that's not okay.

[deardirect0r]

My memories of events while heavily medicated are hazy at best. I recall that we talked, though I couldn't describe what happened in any detail.

[A faint frown as he scoops his sugar into the mug.]

I can see how you would find that distressing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You were showing me pictures. I don't know how you convinced her to wear a dress, but I'm impressed. That video was pretty much not okay, though. I must've...had some kind of--I don't know, some remnant I didn't know was there until I saw that?

Fucking shit, I called her Allison in front of everybody. I'm just glad she's not pissed at me about it.

[deardirect0r]

She never did like doing anything half-assed...

That is one possibility. Have you encountered Epsilon yet?

[motherfucking_ghost]

If by 'encountered' you mean 'talked to', then yeah, I encountered the guy on the network with the same voice as me. The guy with whatever memories I don't have.