013 TEXT LIST TWO/SPAM

[deadliestviper]

Backdated to three days after the Overlook port.

[Locked to Friends (if she's ever told you anything personal, you're on here)]

That port was fucked up for everyone and it hit all of us hard. After going through that I know most of you aren't feeling up to par yet, but when I get anxious, I get antsy. I've laid low to lick my wounds long enough. For the next few hours I'll be playing pool and pretending everything's normal if you've got the energy or inclination to join me.

[Spam, Level 6]

[Rack the balls in the pyramid, set the cue-ball, chalk the cue evenly, line up the shot, break it; Beatrix repeats the pattern over and over again, sinking balls into the table's pockets before starting anew. It's not for practice or any particular love of the game, it's not even for fun. It's just that playing strikes that perfect balance of skilled focus and monotony that allows her to zone out, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was let her mind wander. It was already hard enough to push the images of Sarah and that thing in room 217's bathroom from the forefront of her mind – what she needed, wanted, was someone to talk to, distract her.

But no matter how deeply you repress it, you can't squelch a thought. So by all means, join her, but take care if you point out that she's humming "Love Me Tender."]

Comments

[theonlyresponse]

[Bruce is wandering the ship as usual. On the sixth floor he stops and notices Beatrix. Normally he would either have ignored her totally or just watched for a while and then left, but Selina's vouched for her, which means she's in all likelihood an ally, something he has few of on the Barge so far. He knows the look on her face too, it's one he's used to seeing on his own.

He walks over to the table.] Mind if I join you?

[an_abomination]

I'm on my way, do you want me to bring anything with me?

[spam]

[alwayshasaplan]

[Seth has cleaned himself up, because he was upsetting people when he wasn't clean. Shower, shave, fresh clothes, and only a little bit of hangover showing around his eyes. He's still boiling inside, but he's hoping if he ignores it long enough it will go away.]

[He walks in with a cold pair of his Mexican Cokes and a small tight smile for company. He's had a shit time of it but he still remembers the people on board that he gives a real shit about.]

Hey. You down for another game?

[ Spam ] so, so late, I'm sorry /o\

[warisart]

[Ben receives the text, of course, but he simultaneously assumes it was an accidental inclusion - because he's still petulantly angry about things he can't even begin to sort out - and doesn't like talking where it can be record anyway.

Nevertheless, the specified couple of hours have nearly passed before the X5 follows the sounds of a game he's observed but never played - he understands it's all geometry and precision and he guesses he'd be sufficient at it if he opted to try, but he prefers chess - to the room in question. He's silent in his approach, attempting to observe if anyone is currently keeping her company as requested before he'll come closer than lingering quietly in the hallway.

Not that there's really anywhere out here for him to hide once he's in sight of the doorway, of course.]