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[The hallway passes lazily behind them. They're doing a walk-and-talk again, but there's no urgency behind this one. Sorkin would be so disappointed, but the fact that they aren't in their mess of a room staring at any number of TV screens might be a little significant.]
Horror's not really our genre.
[Scrad says.]
Great party, though, wasn't it?
[Charlie adds. Scrad looks as close to thoughtful as he is capable of looking.]
[Spam for Kay and also open.]
[They've finished their broadcast, and the comm is tucked back away in one of the many pockets on their vest, but it still can't be said that they're looking where they're going. Scrad is looking at their feet. Charlie is watching the ceiling pass by. Some things will never change.]
Horror's not really our genre.
[Scrad says.]
Great party, though, wasn't it?
[Charlie adds. Scrad looks as close to thoughtful as he is capable of looking.]
[Spam for Kay and also open.]
[They've finished their broadcast, and the comm is tucked back away in one of the many pockets on their vest, but it still can't be said that they're looking where they're going. Scrad is looking at their feet. Charlie is watching the ceiling pass by. Some things will never change.]
