001 ♠ Voice

[urnotafraid]

So... Let me get this straight. [ Someone sounds grumpy and tired and there's a definite hint of an accent. ] We've been rescued by a group of kind-hearted assholes from Gamma-Beta-Three-A that felt we've just gotta wear collars to match our winning personalities, right? Or am I missing something from the care package left behind in the room?

[ There's a pause filled in with the familiar sound of someone lighting up a cigarette. ]

And I thought this sort of thing only happened in bad movies...

Hey! Anyone around?

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[urnotafraid]

Can I just skip the oatmeal? I'm not fond of breakfast.

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[bewareofdog]

'fraid not. Tried to avoid that shit, and it kept appearing. Like vomit from drinking the night before.

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[urnotafraid]

Shit. That's one way to ruin the welcoming committee.

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[bewareofdog]

Don't I know it.

I already left a suggestion in their box.

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[urnotafraid]

Yeah? Anything about adding something alcoholic to their menu?

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[bewareofdog]

If I'd known there wasn't any, I would have flooded the box with booze related suggestions.

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[urnotafraid]

If they're offering oatmeal, then I bet the only way to get booze is make it, or sell off your body parts for it.

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[bewareofdog]

Ugh.

I have some booze brought over with me. So there's that... guess I'll be okay for awhile.

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[urnotafraid]

All I can say is hoard it. I shouldn't be chain smoking if I want to have some by next month.

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[bewareofdog]

Don't even have cigarettes here... fuck.

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[urnotafraid]

That's gotta suck.

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[bewareofdog]

Everything sucks.

No booze. No cigarettes. No real fighting tournament.

It like fucking rehab with monsters.

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[urnotafraid]

Never got forced into that sort of thing; my lawyers were pretty good about that.

Next thing you know, we'll be told that there's no such thing as turf wars or smuggling in the good stuff.

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[bewareofdog]

Lucky.

True enough. I'll believe the turf wars, but where's there to smuggle anything in?

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[urnotafraid]

Pays to get the best.

You can't tell me that this place magically grows it's own food and supplies.

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[bewareofdog]

Should we wonder what it is that they're feeding us?

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[urnotafraid]

I think we better be wondering about that.

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[bewareofdog]

Hope ya got a strong stomach, then.

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[urnotafraid]

Course I do!

I just don't like oatmeal.

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[bewareofdog]

Who the fuck does?

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[urnotafraid]

Whoever's running this place?

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[bewareofdog]

Bitches.

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[urnotafraid]

Set 'em on fire.

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[bewareofdog]

Too easy.

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[urnotafraid]

With a blow torch?