pc catchall | homophonic | netzach

[metacognition]

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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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[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.