pc catchall | homophonic | netzach

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      OBLOMOV.      

oblomov.
netzach.

❝ Now or never! 'To be or not to be!'"—Oblomov raised himself from his chair a little, but failing to find his slippers with his feet at once, sat down again. ❞

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[abstractart]

[hey... we're all doing great in this fucking CHILIS FROM HELL.

it's netzach's turn to be more of a void, his own despair muted and suppressed, but that probably has more to do with the fact that he's currently leaking the stuff he uses to get high from his eyes, crying electric green. it is, at least, absorbing into his skin before it can get anywhere else.

he just slumps to his knees next to fei du and reaches out to hold back his hair for him, like a drunk girl in the bathroom.]

[metacognition]

[ :man_standing:

thanks for that, man. when it seems like he's emptied out his entire stomach, he finally sits back - a little dazed. his emotions wobble, shaking like he's confused, and eventually, he seems to come back to some kind of reality as he pulls them back together, reaching up to wipe his mouth. ]

...thank you.

[abstractart]

...no problem, man.

[it's fine! it's fine. they are sooo fine.]

Should probably get you some water or something, right...?

[metacognition]

I can get some.

[ god. he pushes himself to his feet, albeit a little unsteady, and still as white as a sheet. ]

[abstractart]

[netzach follows, equally unsteady, reaching out to steady himself briefly on fei du's arm. it's not much of his weight, just stabilizing for a moment.]

'Kay. Walking it off a little might help too.

[does it? man. fuck if he knows. he's coming with, though.]

[metacognition]

[ that's fine. ever the gentleman, when he looks unsteady, he offers netzach his arm. by the time he's up he seems to be mostly back to normal, like a mask snapping perfectly back into place, save for how pale he is. ]

And a toothbrush. [ a little dryly. ugh. ] And a drink, would be wonderful.

[abstractart]

Can't really help with the drink... been out for a while.

[why buy beer when the psych is free? he does still like it, though...]

Maybe we can grab a couple later.

[metacognition]

I'd like that.

[ god. anything to get his mind off of everything that was - the wine works the best, helps to clarify his thought processes when it feels like something is weighing them down. ]

[abstractart]

We can message and ask, then.

[just probably monday because what's time.]

I could help too, but... up to you.

[metacognition]

Thank you for the offer, but I'll pass. I'm not much of a fan of that particular vice; it's never quite right.

[ nooo thank you to getting high. he had enough of that with the curse. ] You know the old cliche of the rich man's drug.

[abstractart]

The what?

[no, he doesn't, actually. explain.]

[metacognition]

[ help

he laughs a little, raising an eyebrow. ] Not a thing, where you're from? Wealthy young scions, snorting cocaine on platters made of gold?

[abstractart]

Maybe...? I don't really remember if we had that one.

[it's not that familiar, anyway... he shrugs a shoulder, lazily.]

The stuff I use is just what all the employees of the Corporation got. Pretty useful having an energy source double as a drug, you know?

[metacognition]

Is it company policy to get high on your energy source, or is that just a you thing...?

[abstractart]

Company policy to get a smaller dose every so often. Not many people who could do the job at all, otherwise.

Really getting high on it was... mostly me.