The One Where The Movie Was Better [video]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[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.]

Comments

[Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

I...was?

[Says Scrad, who means it literally.]

[Spam]

[most_feared]

I don't mean your feet! [He snaps, touchy for more than the reason that Scrad and Charlie nearly bumped into him.] Don't watch where you're standing now! Watch where you're going.

[Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

You, uh, said that. Twice.

[Charlie points out.]

You...okay?

[Scrad asks, warily. Obviously he's at least Kay. ...OR IS HE? He probably is.]

Re: [Spam]

[most_feared]

You got two heads. Neither one of them can look forward, so it bears repeating.

[He doesn't say whether he's alright or not. He just starts going again.]

[Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Yeah, I...we...can...

[Charlie argues. Scrad just says:]

What?

[Spam]

[most_feared]

[And Kay is doing his grumpy guy thing, walking away. He's rolling his eyes as he goes and setting his jaw, trying to get all the mess cleared out of his head.]

[Spam]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Well. That certainly concludes that.]

Okay, screw you then!

[Charlie calls cheerfully after him.]