❧ 019 ❧ Video

[dominateartimus]

[As the recording starts, Sandrath is seen leaning against his handmade chair and is exhaling smoke from a cigarette. From the hand that is visible and holding the lit stick of tobacco, it is covered almost fully with letters from the Keep tattoo.]

I wonder how long someone has gone without posting at this place.

[A small chuckle escapes him as he twists the hand with the text on it before extending his arm up to reveal the trail that goes under his shirt sleeve.]

Then again, I think I just ruined my chances at being a contender for the 'title'.

[There's a brief eye roll as he lowers his arm and takes another intake of toxins before breathing out more smoke. There's a small scoff as he shakes his head, a small grin taking its usual place on his lips.]

But enough about me. What are you doing to keep yourself from going insane as we wait with anticipation for the return of those who decided to search for answers?

Comments

[thenotmagician]

Cookin' for a smaller crowd.

[dominateartimus]

I thought you were already cooking for a small group.

[thenotmagician]

A smaller group.

[dominateartimus]

Should I even ask?

[thenotmagician]

Half th'keep's been gone.

[dominateartimus]

I was asking about who was still around.

[He rolled his eyes.]

[thenotmagician]

Tammy an' Ezra are.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

2omeone wa2 con2iideriing tryiing two go for iit.
he'2 not here anymore.

*It may not be connected. But then again, it might be.*

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[dominateartimus]

[The fallen arch-angel is rubbing his temples. Having to dispher Sollux's messages were a pain, sometimes.]

Who? If you're willing to tell me.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Good B|*

jetfiire.
one of the biig robot2.

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[dominateartimus]

I'm guessing that's the one who questioned everything.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

the only robot wiith any 2en2e, yeah.

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[dominateartimus]

[A small chuckle escapes him.]

Probably the only one too.

[He casually tilts his head at the journal and raises an eyebrow.]

I take it that's all you wanted to say?

[abstinentzombie]

Nothing. Also, you're still an asshole.

And I want my shoes back.

[dominateartimus]

[Ignoring first set of comments.]

Then go get them, they haven't moved since the last time you decided to throw them at my door.

[abstinentzombie]

Whatever.

[Kloe leaves her room, grabs her shoes, contemplates hitting San's door again, decides against it, and returns to her room. So she can talk to him again.]

Are you ready to have a civil conversation now?

[Not that she started it off really well but hey, she has no reason to be polite.]

[dominateartimus]

There's nothing to talk about.

[abstinentzombie]

There is if you put some effort into it.

[dominateartimus]

Oh yes, talking about how the majority of the population has dwindled to a hand full is such rivetting conversation material.

[dalen]

What happened to your hand?

[dominateartimus]

Its just a thing that happens when you don't use your journals for an extended amount of time.

[dalen]

Does it hurt?

[dominateartimus]

No, it doesn't. It'll just wash off once you make an entry in this thing.

[dalen]

Oh. What happens if you don't wash it off?

[dominateartimus]

Apparently no one knows.

[He gave a visual shrug.]