twelve

[sixthsinner]

That wasn't the best night I've ever had. I know people have made up plenty of stories about the end of the world, but I never expected to actually see it.

It had a happy ending, but I'm not so sure that part of non-fiction.

Shit, spiky. Was that really you?

[ooc: A minute or so after writing this, Chapel thought better of it and scribbled over the entry. But yanno...that doesn't always work if someone happened to be looking at their journal while he wrote.]

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[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Ha. Well, with that kind of flattery, how can I say no? Thanks, roommate.

[Another bottle, another swig. Why not? They had nothing else to do, and sharing with a friend...that wasn't so bad.

Drink and be merry, for tomorrow they may die. Again.]

Section 2, high class? Don't disappoint me. I thought you could aim higher than that.

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

Oh, I aim for the stars! [Grift exclaimed, raising his hand holding the bottle to soar through the air in an arc, sloshing the liquor only slightly out of it.] But realism plays a pretty good part, I say. We climb up slowly, insidiously, until suddenly...

[He takes a long swig.] ...Bam! We're in Section 4! But for now? Step at a time, my friend, step at a time.