Flying fish room [private conversation]

[onlydisappear]

[Matt's wandering again, smoking, of course, half keeping an eye out for Mello and half wondering if there's a room that might give him his memories back without severely traumatizing him in the process. When he spots the fish floating around in midair, he can't resist going into the bar.

And this is neat, and clearly one of the rooms not designed to fuck people over. He looks around, puffing on his cigarette, and doesn't notice the other person there at first. Finally he does, gives a small double-take at the hair, and waves.]

Oh, hey.

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[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

Yeah, lonely... It's not of the good. I was lonely for a while, I think. In New York. And in this, like, fake world this place stuck in my head? All alone.

[He sighs, and sips his beer.]

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this... yeah.

(He agrees in a daze. His gaze shifts over to Matt, where he stares for a minute.)

Hey-- you... you're okay, though, right? Like, could I help you with anything?

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm all right. Things're pretty OK here, y'know? If I'm dead, at least I'm still up and moving. And the old brain's getting unscrambled, a little. Slowly. [He grins.] Thanks, though.

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

(He gives Matt a grin.)

'kay. 'm glad, you know? Some people have it really-- rough, here.

(He lets his gaze roll back up to the ceiling, taking another long swig from his bottle.)

... Man, 'm really drunk.

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my friend, or, y'know, whatever. Says he's died here loads of times. I really hope this place lays off him.

[He tips his head to watch Pink.]

Take it easy, man. Don't fall off.

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. I mean, it's... this place sucks, sometimes. I died, too. Died for real, y'know, like-- not from a room. Someone-- someone killed me. I was gone for a long time, felt like. S'weird... sucked.

(That brings up unwanted memories, and he takes another drink, trying to forget.)

'm... 'm fine, jus' kinda a lightweight. Fergot what it does to-- to me.

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

Oh, shit, sorry I brought it up.

OK, but. Don't think I can carry you if you conk out. I'd hafta roll you, and that would just be silly. [Being goofy on purpose.]

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

S'okay, I don't care. Not gonna remember, anyway. Heheh.

(He rolls his head over to where Matt is, and laughs, a little too much for such a silly couple of words.)

Hee, I-- I don't think I'll pass out, man, just... hee, tha's a funny image.

But gah... gah, sorry, s'not a very good first impressh... inpressed... meeting, is it, me all drunk off mah ass like this?

(He looks sheepish.)

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

No worries. I was so clueless when I got here, I'm sure half the people I met thought I was some kinda idiot.

[justiceishot.livejournal.com]

Ahah... ah. Maybe, I dunno. Lotsa people are idiots when they first come here. 'least you weren't locked in a room. I got here n' was locked in a freaking-- room, with a chair innit.

One chair! What the-- what the hell, man.

(He flails a little at that, giggling as he takes another swig. He's got more than half of the bottle finished by now.)

[onlydisappear.livejournal.com]

I was- [He points, tipsy enough that it's only mostly at Pink.] In a bed, with a gun I didn't know was mine, and a shirt fulla holes.

A chair, huh? Why was? What was the point of that?